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Bohemian Mar 2019
Somewhere in a casket,
Random in my ransacked room,never opened.

I have your silhouettes stored,
Those which I presume a man would never behold.

I imagine your shoulders broad,
Splendid as a bridge across my glee,over which my eyes could be driven.

While I could be soaked in your chest,
For you be so taller.

Your skin being tight and thick,
Such as it already feels to be bugging in.

Your kurta being loose weighed down,
Revealing the sweated collar bones,and much of the rest.

Your complexion could melt upon me,
Wallowing under the sheets.

Your caustics could potentially outshine mine,
Up to the brink, your douchebaggery could shine.

You may sing anything, Ghazals or even hums,
Your baritone could lull me to sleep,with the heft and flatness of it,with some added tunes.

Our towns could be kilometers apart,or the residents even for light years,
Might be the same for our creeds.

Your breath could be a bower,
To the desert of mine.

Your eyes being shrunk crescent moon,
With the lashes too dense,but sight like an arrow piercing.

Your poetry could define,
And for being poet from you I wouldn't envy.

Your resilience could be better than mine,
And your adamant nature,suffice to repeat an act a million times,to achieve the desired.

Unlike me an ergophile,
You could draw a better parallel line.

You were allowed to smoke,
For it, I have an affinity untold.

Your profession be any,
Your passion be vehement,I promise then, to find you in graphite and mullar and heard in Mozart's.

Your hands masculine,with the veins bulged,
And circlets and totem wrapped,red and orange around.

Skies be your preferred roof
Under the rainy sky,the sharing of petrichor shall feel sanctified.

Your gales be a crescendo
Of delight.

Your age could be more to mine,
But things could be divine.
| Preferred but do not care |
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
It all began, with magic
Let me guide you, home
In case, you forget
Genre: Micro Verse
Theme: Sincerely Yours
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
आजके बाद फिर मिल्नेका, रख्ना तमन्नाए
चाहत हो गानेना, तो, लो मे, सिखाँदु तुझको —२
ध.ध.ध. म.म..म ब. ब. ब. .......

खाब हो उड्नेका , पंख, लगादु तुझको —२
आजके बाद फिर मिल्नेका,रख्ना तमन्नाए
दिलमे अगर कोइ, चाहत हो तो, नछुपाव मुझको
मेरे साथ, हस्ना और हसाना, सब जनको
खाब तो खाब हे, जिन्दगी हे एक , सही
उम्मीदे, आसाए, तमन्नाए भी होगी कइँ —२
आवाज नही लेकिन, होठ कुछ, कह रहे —२
रबका भाषा यही हे, लो, मे सिखादु तुझको

मासुम चेहेरा जब , पास आए नजरे ही दिल धड्काए
रबका भाषा  यही हे, लो ,मे सिखादु तुझको
सितारोके बात हवाओसे, जब संझोगे
तित्लीयाका पंख गगनमे  सहरे, जब देखोगे
जब किसिकी चाहतमे, कुछ देर भुलोगे
सारी दुनीया कुछ नयाँ नयाँसा, जब लगे
तो मे सझु..........
आजके बाद फिर मिल्नेका, रख्खा हे, तमन्नाए —२

चाहत हो गानेका, तो लो मे, सिखादु तुझको
खाब हो उड्नेका पंख लगादु तुझको
सारी दुनीया नयाँ नयाँसा जब लगे तो मे संंझु
आजके  बाद फिर मिल्नेका, रख्खाहे, तमन्नाए —२
Genre: Romantic Gazal
Theme: Connection || The One
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
इस दुनीयामे कहाँ कोइ पराया हँे
व उसका हम उसके बाकि सव हमारँे हँे
इस दुनीयामे कहाँ कोइ पराया हँे

रातके साथ दिपका, दिनके साथ धुपका ——२
गगनके साथ बरिसका और मिट्टीके साथ पेडका ——२

इस दुनीयामे कहाँ कोइ पराया हेँ
व उसका हम उसके, बाकि सब हमारँे हँे
इस दुनीयामे कहाँ कोइ पराया हँे

सराबीका साथ मेहकदाका, भमरेका साथ रंगका ——२
हाथका साथ हाथोका और दिलका साथ दिलवालोका ——२

इस दुनीयामे कहाँ कोइ पराया हँे
व उसका हम उसके, बाकि सब हामारे हँे ——२
इस दुनीयामे कहाँ कोइ पराया हे ——२
Genre: Gazal
Theme: Connection
What is the bridge between the worlds
Of matter and the mind?
That bridge is made with spoken words
Which contour and define

So if the wealth which I create
Depends on what I say
I will choose to enunciate
The strongest words today

With words I form and crystallize
And shape my world anew
With words I freshly realize
The work which I must do

Words are the bridge between the worlds
Of matter, thought, and will
I'm eager now to learn which words
Will all my dreams fulfill…!
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Alek Mielnikow Mar 2019
She looked over the edge,
down towards the water. The
bridge was the gray of steel
and concrete. She saw her
breath through the October
air, shallow yet long and
steady. Her face held no
expression, numb. And she
fixated her eyes on the dark
center of the river below.
The coasts were always so
pretty, tidied up with a thin,
blue line. But right down
the middle lay the deepest
part. And it was darker than
the shoes in her hands. And
it all moved forward, moving
on down the line, ever
changing, as nothing changes.
As if nothing mattered. She
took a deep breath.


-
Aleksander Mielnikow
Colm Feb 2019
Winding these words
For a rope to you
Across a narrow bridge collapsed
Will you
Outreach, outstretch
To catch last
At the end where we both
Find findings true
Poetry A Rope
ok okay Jan 2019
I lost the key to unbind my soul
And I thought I would never find it
Until one night
At a bridge between life and death
I came to an understanding
The pavement at the bottom of the bridge wasn’t they key
My soul was never bound in the first place
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