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Snehith Kumbla Jan 2018
to be assured
of a roof above
my head,

and a mother
who will cook
for me lovingly,

nothing is so
damning as
absolute safety,

I am the human
cat this fading
winter, wait

and I may soon
grow whiskers,
the days fling

away like speeding
scenery from a
train window,

I sing my
death song,
tomorrow,

tomorrow...
Snehith Kumbla Jan 2018
somewhere
deep within
the heap of
habit,

a forest dusk
hum echoing
through ages
and time,

clean as a shroud,
pure as a womb,
await the embers
of a bonfire...
My deepest fear
is that
I will never be able to love him,
Wholly,
Completely,
As he has loved me.

I have a tendency to want
What I don't have
It's a terrible habit.
One that I want to ditch
I want nothing more than
To love him as unconditionally as he has loved me.

But I cannot forget the only
Real Love
I've had.
You and I met working at a summer camp your parents managed
You loved me too,
I could tell.
But we were in an open relationship

Where you were seeing
Mary Jane
Molly
Lucy
Nikki
and needed more than a little Liquid Courage to help.

Day tripping was your side job.

Even though you never treated me badly
I knew you would never quit.
Not for me.
Not for anyone.
But God only knew how much I loved you.

We were afraid that if we said those words
We'd scare the other away

Or maybe you didn't know what
Love felt like.
You knew you were supposed to pay for lunch,
Kiss me,
Open the door on occasion
But maybe we were just kindred spirits.

It sure as hell felt like it the night we met.
We talked nonstop for hours
A jumble of words and half begun stories
Jumping over each other
because we couldn't wait to tell the other about something.

I don't remember the next day
But I remember sneaking into the kitchen that night
to find the most disgusting hot pocket I had ever eaten
And then deciding to make chocolate chip pancakes instead

We (I) burnt them,
but we ate them anyways

I remember
I spent the whole night
waiting for you to kiss me.
Hoping I'd have the chance to taste the burnt chocolate on your lips.

The next day,
after we finished our work
We snuck down to the river while my dad was gone
And the kids were off on some activity

I don't remember how
But before we kissed
I remember being wrapped around your waist

I don't remember if I kissed you
or if you kissed me
But I remember what you said afterwards.

You said it like you saw the world in a new light
You held me
I stared at you
I had never seen eyes catch the light like your's do

I remember how when you looked at me
as the sun filtered through the trees,
My breath caught in my throat
And I saw the world in a new light

I remember how I loved you
I remember how I miss you
Abhishek Ashish Dec 2017
Something that always remains,
If good, many things you can gain,
If bad, nothing remains..

Can arouse anytime, if removed,
Constant endeavor, can make it groove,

It may be of a million lifetimes,
May be, it is just for a while....
But since it is a HABIT,
can make you awake all night..

Careful, if you are trying to remove,
After H, only A BIT moves,
Even after A , a BIT remains,
And even after B, IT can cost your this life ....
Only a constant endeavor can either save us if in right direction.. or can destroy, if in wrong hands..
Birdcaller Dec 2017
our words will be softer
feather-light as they land

our hearts will be lighter
gently lifted by joy

but until then
we can exist
and do our best
to find peace
Birdcaller Dec 2017
we
were made to be
gnashing teeth
scathing words.

it isn't love, not really.
but this routine
is our own
and somehow
we will survive it.
maybe one day
we will be
more
than just
ourselves.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"This"


Drinking coffee at a modern day
Greasy spoon
A Mcpoet of no repute
I write from lack of action
And satisfaction
In a social framework i used to
Blame and criticize in all
Honesty i think differently now
About the interdependent co-arisen
Universe appearing as this
Coiled fathom long body mind
That i hold so dear i lie
To myself to obtain the comforts
Powers and other
Habitual illusions of thought
Which are but minuscule vibrations
In the emptiness of the all in all
That science can not fully comprehend
And guesses upon the question of
What was the shape and form existent
Prior to the theoretical
Big bang
Birdcaller Nov 2017
"i'm okay"
you insist
when your hands are shaking
your body starving

"it's fine"
you repeat
with red weeping from your veins
tears staining your cheeks

if only i could see you
steady your hands and dress your wounds

but from here
all i can do is plead
old habits die hard
but these habits
might **** you instead
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