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  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Anju kapoor
The plain paper was about to turn into a page
but not as yet
not before the tiny little stories
were to be added
they had to be edited just right
battles were fiercest
when the mind rolled into doing things
an emotional storm building at the horizon of a new dawn
I peep through the tiny window
of oppurtunity
the golden rays merrily sun dancing into my eyes
welcoming me aboard to walk the red carpet of millennium miles
the treasure at the cove
was yet to be explored
a big room full of lighted bulbs
each hinting me to stare and pose at them
I needed to hurry up
and turn this into a glowing pen
merging a hope with a dream
awakening all sleeping doors
silencing all distressing screams.
7.2.2015
-Anju
  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Faeza Kazim
Its hard to leave someone you love,
Someone you can't live without,
Those memories won't fade away,
Stuck in head all the time,
Its hard to say goodbye,
When you know its the last one,
With a heavy heart I'm leaving,
And slowly I'm moving,
That was my last goodbye to someone I adore.
  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Gul e Dawoodi
That*  angel  with  a  broken  wing
Sitting  on    broken  swing
Trying  to  hide  her  pain
So  ­that  she  may  gain
The  power  to  fly  again­
But  suddenly  it  rains
And  her  wing  grows  ­again
So  shiny  and  bright
Like  a  very  stro­ng  light
Now  I  see  her  flying  in  the  sk­ies
Higher  than  ever  she  *glides
People come and go.
Some break your heart and some heal it.
But in the end it's just you!
Never let yourself be their toy.
Be strong because you are precious.
  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Marium Iqbal
My crown has been stolen.
My tutu stained.
My castle has crumpled.
All of it seems to have been nothing more than a foolish childhood game.
  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Dark soul
The words come flowing out  when the blood is boiling under.  That is when vengeance comes to rescue your soul
longing to fulfill our thirst .
I just want to strike him with my rage
and want to literally burn him into ashes just so that I can roll into those, deathlike corporeal ruins
leaving soul frenziedly lust of mine to satiate .
I want to hold some of his powdery residual remains
as the rest
just scatters by ;
staring at my ascendancy.
Till then let another par of anger pile up and
get that load off
with my bare hands ,
bathing in the
pleasant sight of his blood stains .
My vendatta would be eternally be lasting even in afterlife .
After all it is a fight of a soul to get his righteous stand someday and may that be by ,
                            
                             A
                        DEATH
                            OF
                           THE
                        OTHER
                          ONE
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