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Farah Taskin Apr 22
I was eagerly
waiting for Eid
I felt
looking at
the crescent
Felicity! Felicity!
And Felicity!
Majestic Eid
is the magical
Beautiful morning!
Beautiful noon!
Beautiful evening!
And Beautiful night!
The cosmos has been flooded
with festive light!
Shevek Appleyard Nov 2022
sensations under a primary sun spread through generations
wax drips like sweat on to sweat dripping like rain that clings to our canvas shield
the daybreak smiles as it dries the dewed tarps
at fuzzy minds that refuse to yield
immersed in every moment the field can offer
ears catching natter spewed as clatter builds
the happy daze that sweeps reality away,
anxieties at bay
primary sun rises above another day
to be blurred into every colour created and yet to exist
sigh to witness the mornings mist
hung to frame this picture of bliss
I try to resist
I grasp to the sounds and movements of the night
Knowing sleep will separate me
Till they are pickled pages of a story I'll half tell
amongst the days of this week seeping together
let my emotions howl as my feelings digest
a jumble of potions and poisons
and unfinished sentences
I need to rest
but now it is the present
reality is tearing at the seams
dance myself to bed
as the day begins

I sit alone, in a circle
on the soft green carpet of the world
i feel safe
my eyes so dry i shield them
sun fast fading in the sky
my nose crusted rusted shut from the inside
i cry
the wet salt fills my barren pupils
sadness an oasis for my sight to swim through
my breath raspy and raw
throat sharded with sniffs full of backdrip
lungs swollen from heavy tokes on spliff
its tugging me back to reality
i feel defeated and completed
still i want more
and endless sesh of happiness
a party of all of those i adore
my head hits the floor
tomorrow my ceiling will not be the sky
i will not have drugs to help me fly
the hardest part is always goodbye

i hope your shade of small world blues is a nice shade
the clouds always seems grey
when summer slips away
the world beneath mirrors it
confidence depleted
hearts defeated
it all feels synthetic
no one sympathetic
my serotonin trapped in
flashbacks of myself, energetic
surrounded by the swish of everyone dazzled up swimming through the same rhythm
primary sun holds us all as children
bodies of movement glittered with sweat
feathered with freedom
shedding regrets
we form circles shapes
and sparkled squiggles
we feel eternal
suppressed only by giggles
we colour skies
we paint our skin
we dance on highs
with solidified grins
im only 9 months away
i cannot give in
I wrote in 2019 without realising it would be more than 9 months of no festivals
I'm a foreigner
at the crossroads
what you see from a distance
wave hands
say hello to you.
I've been confused
ever since stand alone in the crowd,
no one sees me
except for a pair of eyes
that is lodged in people's heads
which I never knew before;
and the clouds turn blue but don't hurt flowing right over the head
then the birds rise expel the wind
who had tossed my long hair.
I just stare at them,
hope they don't look at me.
However, the world suddenly stopped. And my world seems to have a limit
to transcend isolation.
I'm a foreigner
at the crossroads,
which has been left behind by old memories,
and when the new comrades have become adept at reading signs,
and therefore we have bonded
like a relationship
that we are not really aware of.
I'm a foreigner
at the crossroads,
greet you as a stranger too,
but now everyone is busy making their own festival,
and don't ask,
I make a festival for whom,
except for the day
when I'm not known anymore.
Indonesia, 30th November 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Daivik May 2021
Eid Mubarak
ईद मुबारक
عید مبارک ہو
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2021
For a while
Don't tell me you know me
Looking into my eyes

Color me
As you like
I need
To feel more alive
Overwhelming the senses
The spirit and soul
Until I feel whole
With a rich color of delight

Tell me
Who do you see?
By the way, you look at me

But, I'm a rainbow
Raw and visual
Amidst the vibe
Or something soulful
Close to that
Pause in applause

And relax
Let me paint you
With the galaxies of joy
Where your spirit soar
And You'll effortlessly
Transcendence as
The most beautiful
Piece of living art
Theme: Inspirational
Theme: Contagious Colors
Author's Note:
Ideally you need to feel the most romantic creature for a time being, what you are, the world is, happy holi. So here I am.
Salad and veggies squeezed
in a bow, no space to dance.

Spring blossom whispers
Is it time to skateboard?

Tick tock, French onion soup say cheese
Who is that lady who lives
in her homeless shoes ?
# Chinese Spring Festival # Skateboard sports.
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