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Jayantee Khare May 2018
O dear traveler,
my heart dweller!
we can not hover
when the trip is over
must not rip the heart
when our ways drift apart
since the memories rewind
the travel persists in the mind!

some trips, end...
but actually never end...
memories are carried forever...
in the soul they blend...
Claire Hanratty Feb 2018
Nights like this always make me realise that
I'm actually alive, that
I'm a living person and
One day I'll become ash,
Or the nutrients needed to grow a tree and
No one will remember me.

Seeing the sky crash with the waves upon human dearth,
The wings of gulls that carry time and
Meander and glide their way through
Storms of sand,
Makes me feel utterly petrified yet free- and
No one will remember me.
Harsh Sandhu Nov 2014
Not so long ago
She told me
I want your hand
Please hold me!

In a very few time
She expressed her feelings
I can’t believe
Even don’t want to keep
Her words were fake
Girl with false face
So expert in such dealings!!

Were so far away
I thought it doesn’t matter
If you are enough better
To make a way
From heart to heart
Not to keep them apart
With the flow of love
By cleaning doubts’ dirt!!!

My words were alive
I was committed to keep them
Hers were only part of discussion
Of no value so shame!!!!
One girl with many faces..northeast girl and north indian boy..

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