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Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019
आउनुहोस् आउनुहोस्
छिटो छिटो

बल्खु
सानेपा
एकान्तकुना
सातदोबाटो
कोटेश्वर
पशुपति

आर्यघाट
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शैली :अमूर्त
विषय :आखिर सहचालकले ठाउमै पुर्यायो
Allie Dotson Nov 2019
Delirious mist settles into a mind paralyzed with illusions.
A slip is all it takes.
No sound it will make
to fall
into a pool of black
with whispers of colors never seen before and time has yet been discovered.
It is nowhere yet everywhere.
X marks the spot
the destination
yet X has not been found.
For X has never existed.
There is no destination.
annh Mar 2020
Love travels sideways,
Down dark alleys,
Along winding country lanes;

Arrives late,
Hesitates too long,
Leaves early;

A journey to take,
A destination unmapped,
An invitation to linger when we least expect it.

Her clear lazuline gaze ******* my clumsy attempt at transparency, an unambiguous hesitation the length of a skipped heartbeat. I watched her eyes darken and spool as realisation ebbed and flowed, and ebbed and flowed again. 'Let’s go,’ she said, pulling me gently to my feet. 'And listen to the ocean breathe.'
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2019
Don’t tell me
Where else
You have been

Seriously
Have you been to
My dreams?
Genre:Micro Verses
Theme: Travel Log
Jaxey Sep 2019
Loving you
Is like a moving train
I could jump off
But it would be painful
And I just
Don't
Want
To
I don't wanna get off
Steve Page Aug 2019
The journey,
The torque,
The chase,
The lap-time,
The playlist,
The company,
The view,
The joy,
The purpose,

not the destination,
matters....

- with thanks to T S Elliott
Okay.  I know.  The destination helps too.
Isabella Howard Aug 2019
Though I worry myself to pain,
And the wind unrelenting blows.

There is solace in the sight of an oncoming train.
Sometimes I wonder if the conductor knows.


Every evening at half past five
I board with no real destination.
His gentle voice asking for my ticket keeps me alive.

Though my daily absences keep raising questions.
This band around my finger has grown too tight.

He, acting less as a husband, more as a victor. Nailing my shoes to the floor so I can't leave at night.

Still my mind always drifts back to my train conductor.
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