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Sourodeep Feb 2016
As the perennial river of time flows
cutting its way through silt and rock,
on you, this light of happiness glows
steady as the gentle swing of a hammock
on the beach having sand so loose.

The sun is up, your ship now in sight,
a tide of smile shall come your way
as you, once again douse this candlelight,
celebrating this beautiful day
you swim across to your future bright
A friend of mine is moving from a stagnant state to a life filled with adventures.
On this auspicious day, i pray for wisdom and knowledge
For her
he was always the man
on the other side of the table.

He was fond of it that way
so he could see her face
read the shades and lights
crack jokes through the grim times
when on the table was little
brimmed plenty in their hearts
and her tears when flowed
were not of unfulfilled needs
but a happiness she couldn’t grasp.

She doesn’t know
what she misses is love
or a mere habit.

She only knows
food doesn’t taste the same
without the man
on the other side of the table.
  Feb 2016 Sourodeep
Mike Hauser
This poem came to me inside a dream
Knocked upon my conciseness
Trying to awaken me
Did its best to invade my rest

Set its rhythm to my breathing
My snoring to its rhyme
Whispered in my inner ear
All the words it hoped I'd find

To pour it out on paper
To give it room to breath
This poem that came to me last night
While I lay asleep inside a dream
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