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Jayanta May 2014
Childhood** – a splendid mirror with delight
Adolescent- a turn-off in the way for experimentation  
Youth – an unsettled spout with wave for new
Middle age – thrash about to balance and maintained
Old age - dissipate between old and new with game of recall!
In the memories of interaction with Chakrovorty Sir of Arikuchi, Hajo ,Kamrup, Assam,India in 2012
Gladys P May 2014
If I had a wish, I'd be a shooting star,
With magical powers from above,
And watch over you,
Where ever you are, with love.

I'd glare through the night,
Making all of your days bright,
Kiss your blues away,
Never leaving your sight.

I'd dazzle your life,
In hues of golden sunshine,
And fill your nights in radiance,
With someone to comfort and intertwine.

And purify the universe,
From sea to shore,
Embracing with kindness and love,
And there's nothing I would ignore.

From dusk till dawn, I'd rise upon the dusky skies,
Assuring you are safe and away from harm,
Twinkling through the night,
Guiding you endlessly and unharmed.
PrttyBrd May 2010
It has been ages since eyes have fallen upon this place
Walls, once hard and cold, enveloping like a warm blanket
Soaked in intoxicating aromas
Enticed by the softness, the stillness
The slightest shift is alluring
No voice to be heard over the racing pulse of time
A deep breath and a sigh speak volumes
In silence and darkness it is left forlorn, desolate, and longing once again

— The End —