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Naveen Malhotra Oct 2020
My inspiration
Is my desire
My desire
Is my need
My need
Is my deed
My deed
Is my feed
My feed
Is my treat
My treat
My inspiration
Sungmoo Bae Sep 2020
Come to me, my dearest one.
Let me get inside you more;
    
naivety is your nature,
thus eager to please
and to be pleased
—time flies like a fleeting bluebird,

a fairy in its blue bright spirit,
    and still you’re nearing my presence.
    Almost there, so be afraid of me,
    and yet fond of me,

for I'll never let you stray off anymore
—stop your wandering, no more—
and ‘tis the proof that I hold you so dear.
I long to relish that imminent moment

    where you’ll give me the enjoyable tickles
    while struggling in my arms tightly locked,

kept held in my blooming *****
in ominous anticipation.
Alas, I'm much eager to please you so  
—and I do expect, you would feel the same;
    
that is what I know from your eyes
trying to shun my eagerness,
still neglecting my attentive gesture
beckoning you to join me,

    but you will hide it no longer,
    for all of your struggles, big or small no matter,

    fans my fanatic yearning for your soul.

So accept me, my foolish child
(so carefree, but still shuddering)
as the dim evening clouds
would shroud the skies above,

sealing off the passage of light  
that was once so brilliant,
but now without a reason to exist.
And you, the courted,

    don't just stand there
    when I come to embrace you heartily,

so induce me—do ****** me,
and betray your fear
to be accepted by me, and only.
Do me a favor, and this shall work

as a token of passion for me;
the perfection is all yours:

the purification of our intents,
the petrifaction of our conscience,

the completion of our unison,
ceasing the compliance
with the rigid standards
of the unworthy.

    Wings of the butterfly collapse
    altogether, and you will be
    awaken, knowing that, my love,
    you are truly a butterfly.

    Like a pair of moths,
    we fly into the torchlight burning incandescent.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)
Maja Mar 2020
I wanted everyone to like me
without giving them a reason to

I wanted them to like me
without even trying to change their view

I wanted to be good,
without doing a good deed

I wanted to succeed
but to grow,
you need to first plant the seed.
Colm Jun 2019
What is man without action?
Resulting choice?
What is a man without action indeed?
Just a voice.
He said I will not dwell on what you said. But rather what you do.
Salmabanu Hatim May 2019
My soul is the master,
My body is an obedient servant.
Without a soul,
My body is just a corpse,
A wasted husk.
The beauty of my body lies
when it is in partnership with my soul,
Just as you need to exercise and go to a gym to maintain your body's fitness,
You need to go to a mosque,church or temple to maintain your soul's purity.
Your body is a carcass that is going to decompose in the soil,
Your soul is destined for your hereafter,
Your soul will be accountable for your deeds good or bad,
Your soul will accumulate Allah's rewards and blessings.
That can only be done by fasting,praying and giving alms,
Not to forget pilgrimage,
Which imbibes piety and certainty in you,
Guards you against evil,
Restrains you from shameful and unjustful deeds,
Cleanses and purifies your soul,
So that  it leaves your body with least pain,
And the Angels come with joy to wrap in soft musk scented cloth,
And take you to your creator.
7/6/2019
Cleanse your soul.Allah's blessings and rewards are plentiful.Ramadan Kareem.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
The silence wrapping our words
was not born out of a deed or two.
Or out of lack of love.
We didn’t wake up one day
and began feeling alone.
The day we held hands,
we felt the alienation
that only love can bring.
No great love can
change what we were.
Where the plains of our own
lives and its insecurities met
there we see a crack,
to remind us everyday
that we never fit with each other.
You are suggesting my Soul to wait,
When time is ripe and future in shape.
But present in sight, which I may control,
This body may fight, and not my soul.

Water change its form, and Man his faith,
But sitting and waiting not changes the fate.
By itself the Water, not changes its nature.
when freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour,

Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back,
Bhima picked  thigh, in war to Attack.
Krishna once broken his promise his word,
Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword.

When time hostile , situation more worse ,
Condition challenging and getting adverse .
Then character of a man examined indeed,
Standing on your feet or changing in need.

Things which eternal in world,  not I met.
It depends how handle , example you set.
Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame,
This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved
You are suggesting my Soul to wait,
When time is ripe and future in shape.
But present in sight, which I may control,
This body may fight, and not my soul.



Water change its form, and Man his faith,
But sitting and waiting not changes the fate.
By itself the Water, not changes its nature.
when freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour,



Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back,
Bhima picked  thigh, in war to Attack.
Krishna once broken his promise his word,
Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword.



When time hostile , situation more worse ,
Condition challenging and getting adverse .
Then character of a man examined indeed,
Standing on your feet or changing in need.



Things which eternal in world,  not I met.
It depends how handle , example you set.
Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame,
This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate.




Ajay Amitabh Suman

Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved
Seema Aug 2017
My life isn't drowning
With grudges of past
I withhold my powers
To see, what comes last

Night brings in fear
Of being tortured again
Still I continue to live
As long as I am sane

I am strong willed, alone
Not a coward as you may think
My heart has become a stone
It lets all my feelings sink

I may die one day
Without even your touch
In a deep sleep, unwaken
I know, you don't care much

Alone, I was born
Then I was raised
Later got torn
Others were amazed
Brimed to the top
With your beautiful love
Then my wings, you chopped
And let me fall from above
You showed me light
In the darkest hour before
Now, you prove wrong, right
Consuming me in your internal war
I am not weak to fight
We can still talk it out
These chains are tight
But I will not scream or shout
If death chose, you as my reaper
So enjoy you grateful deed
Lord is my souls keeper
He will deliver my prayers, indeed!


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