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It's not easy to wash feet
    in Messulumi.
Water fetched
    fire lit
          kettle boiled
              warm water poured
                    soap rubbed
rough towel dried.
Such care
                is needed.
Then poem is about having my feet washed in Messulumi village. Messulumi is the village in Nagaland (N E India) that my wife comes from. The painting is also my work is of Jesus washing Peter's feet at the last supper on Maundy Thursday.
I will bloom for you
If you wait
And take care of me
It will be worth it
I may only show you
A little at a time
For fear you may hurt
My petals
But wait
And cherish me
I'll full bloom
From the love
I saw the most beautiful rose today
kokoro Nov 1
As I rock you to sleep,
i notice your soft baby hairs growing in.
Not long enough to be slicked back,
Not short enough to go unnoticed.
I curl it with my pointer finger,
waiting for it to bounce back.
Zywa Oct 27
I want to see you,

that's it, you really don't have --


to be sociable.
Diary novel " Ik kus uw handen duizendmaal - Faxen aan Ger #6" ("I kiss your hands a thousand times - Faxing to Ger #6", 2024, Nicolien Mizee), November 6th, 2000

Collection "Out of place"
Jeremy Betts Oct 26
I don't know how else to say it
And you don't care enough to lie
Like an over explained comedy bit
Where the attention has run dry
You hiss
I spit
We both bit
Always right about to get
Into an eye for an eye
Where we'll both find
It's far harder
To point a finger
While we're both blind
Though we'll both try

©2024
We know our relation
He is my dad
She is my mom
And I'm there daughter
But do they know
what I like
What I want
What's my favorite place
Who's my favorite person
No they don't
Neither I
My father was busy making money
And mother was busy doing house chores
They never got a chance
To tell
What do they like
Or to ask
What do I like
I know they care about me
But I guess
They don't know how to express it
In their language
This is called
LOVE.

-apeksha ranjan

But this love haunts me And make me feel sad!
Wary Oct 16
Come, take your place beside me, let us recount the love we cherished,
The tender care we offered, the soft touch that nourished.
The pleasures we embraced and the pains we endured,
The separation we faced, our hearts steadfast and assured.
Let us commence with a smile, a gesture of grace,
And conclude with the bittersweet ache that time cannot erase.
Let's share every emotion we experienced in our togetherness
Àŧùl Oct 14
Day & night,
I'm enticed by you.

Day & night,
I'm lost in your thoughts.

Why are you so beautiful,
Oh, plain mirror?
My HP Poem #2006
©Atul Kaushal
VarshaS Oct 13
To you ❤
When river streams your cheek,
I am your gentle hands.
Burning with heavy heart?
Then I am your closest for secrets.
Need a tight hug?
Make me your teddy bear.
A hand to hold on?
Nah, I will stand by your side forever.
And even in gloom full of darkness,
I will be your own tiny melting candle.
Cse, when you feel nothing,
I will be your everything ❤

~Varsha_Srinivasan
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