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Brian Mutua Aug 27
The nights that keep me awake,  
In dreams where we meet and simply are
But at the dawn of a new day,
A new phase that’s old  
It shows me the truth:  
That you are far.  

I wonder;
Why didn’t the creator build a portal,  
Where a single word could summon you to me?

Then, every time,  
I’d wear you around my neck like a charm,  
And the world would work properly for me  
Because you’d be around.  
In my mind,  
You’re the captain of this ship.  
You help navigate every direction.  
What an empty soul I’d be without you

You are the fire that fuels me.  
In you, I see life.  
And in my dreams, I only dream of you.  
A nightmare?  
That’s not part of my story.  

In silence, I envision a future  
And on every page of that future,  
Your name is written.  
You have a voice that heals,  
A smile so special,  
That only you carry.

Where are you really from?  
Are you the special one made  
In a land of myths,  
Where truths are often ignored?  

You’re the one thing I found truth in.  
There is no hell in your reality  
And even if it existed,
I could endure it because of you.

You’re my dream,
The one I never wish to wake from,  
But live in.  
You’re my life
The one I don’t wish to die from,  
But explore forever.  

You’re my desire,
The one I find pleasure in,  
And never want to stop seeking.  

You’re my destiny,
The one I don’t fully know yet,  
But in you, it’s already written.

Hope, above all
You are my everything.  
And nothing can defeat you.
This poem is dedicated to those whom their lovers are distanced by circumstance but wish to be closer at the same time.
Are we conducting a robot?
To write off our life slosh,
As we detach to explore...

Are you scared of the person behind you in dream décor?
The sweetness of them, supple, sincere and secure, I won’t turn from them anymore...

I want a space that suits my body, and a body that shapes my suit.
Drooping with these screens, we could be using our screen eyes and bodies...
But we’re biting on borrowed time. Focus on my face and timeline...

When we fully take over, they won’t stop these ache-numb, religious-atheist, vicious silverfish, who don’t think but spin beauty... Spill blood and **** feeling, chase silent moments...

If we lose our memory-doubt-history cycle, get lost and find ourselves in the deeper summer night cycle...

We are with the second sight phoenix heads, playing gold scores piercingly, growing as swimmer-dancers in wonder of the pieces of wild peace, new-vital...
This is a new golden horizon
This is a heavenlike season
Where everything is dandy and beautiful
And a serpentine rainbow looks wonderful
In the sky, in the heaven, in the air
Look, countless birds are diving in the atmosphere.

This is a brand new season
This is a honeylike horizon
I wonder if this is a new spring
A new style to speak and to sing
Oh! I see. This is simply a new thing
A new genre to swing in the ring.

Hooray! Hooray! I'm absolutely right
Everything will be alright, yes alright
No more sadness, no more pain
Despite the surprisingly audacious rain
This is a heavenlike horizon
This is a new golden season.

There are countless rainbows in the sky
I cannot tell or invent a lie
This is a time to hope and to heal
And to come up with a new and better deal
Fire in the nerves, fire in the bloodstream
Look, two fish are swimming in the golden stream.

Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Jessica Aug 17
As I see it
the sky above us
the dream below

Each possibility to begin
the infinite
searching the two rivers
that cross in the imagination
your mind builds the bridge in the dream
only later you know what it means
mysterie Aug 16
dreams,
let them float
to you.

don't try
to make them
into something
you wish
to dream about.

just let
the universe
decide.
date wrote: 17/8
little thing i wrote
The blistering sound of color
Slams the inside of my head
In the mourning land of water
I believe I'm actually dead

The staple of heaven is a walkway
Sketching into the ground
And the familiar temperature of midday
Drags you all around

The familiar scent of home
Brinks your own dribble
Of when you're all alone
In this imaginary scribble

But home is way back up
For you are purely mistaken
I guess it was just your luck
For hell has just awakened
Saish Itankar Aug 14
Let’s take a pledge Now,
To keep our land neat and clean.
Even our authorities truly know,
We also dream, grow, live green.

We proudly craft the nation’s fate,
With unity, courage so great.
Also guarding the Nature's age,
Not just attract by MNC's package.

Peace, Sustainability, and innovation's flame —
These will uplift Bharat’s Name.
We stand together, with voices pure,
And make our nation's future secure.

It’s Viksit Bharat’s flight,
Empowering all to shine bright.
our economy must rise at top,
But first, let corruption come to stop.
- Saish Itankar
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