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Justine Louisy Jul 2020
You are the co – pilot,
That will steer my human fuselage,
whilst my captain eyes are laid to rest in living blindness.

Steering me into the hearts,
of the fragrant families called red roses,
That will make my lungs dance in the smell of love.

Steering me away.
Away from the sharp smoke of the ‘polluting mob’,
That will make my lungs shatter in the smell of abuse.

But I trust in you, nose.

My journey will be safe with you.

Justine Louisy

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Megha Thakur Jul 2020
क्या कहें क्या दिल को चाहिए,
क्या इसको मिलता हैं।
कहाँ सुबह होती हैं,
कहाँ दिन ढलता हैं।
बिना उसकी मर्जी के,
क्या एक भी पत्ता हिलता हैं।
किस्मत पर कहाँ जनाब,
किसका ज़ोर चलता हैं।
- मेघा ठाकुर
Megha Thakur Jul 2020
ऐ जिन्दगी मुझे इतना ना आजमा,
की मैं तुझसे हार जाउँ।
मैं मिट जाउँ तेरी असहमत में,
और तुझसे दूर हो जाउँ।
- मेघा ठाकुर
Justine Louisy Jul 2020
You excite my Sahara tongue as it is
slumped lifelessly in the cave of my mouth.

Tickling footsteps of your atomic bubbles,
making my gum groove to the music of fizz.

The fumes of your light lemon creating an alluring
smell to my basic breath.

The soaking sweetness of your body as it slides
down my throat making my blood vessels spring with hyperactivity

and so, my tummy laughs hysterically.

I feel like a child again…

Justine Louisy

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Justine Louisy Jul 2020
Listen my friend.
Try to understand that the
symbolisms sealed on this land,
can make your tears laugh,
or make your embraces collapse.

I am talking about a spider,
struggling to hang onto his web.
His home of aspirations.

I am talking about the single strands of
grass in the field that are cut by a lawn
mower.
The many fallen dead of our armed forces in the battlefield.

I am talking about mature gold resting on
the water.
The cruise of the rich life.

Inquisitive symbolisms.
Reflective symbolisms.

Life symbolisms.

Do you understand?

Justine louisy

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Happy Friday! Here’s a simple poem with deep connotations. Enjoy 😊
Megha Thakur Jul 2020
थोड़ी अलग सी हैं मेरी कहानी,
कुछ सुनाई हैं तुम्हें,
कुछ बाकी हैं सुनानी।
माना इसका कोई अन्त नहीं फिर भी मुकम्मल हैं मेरी कहानी,
जो जी रहीं हूँ वो मेरी हैं,
और जो भूला दी वो थीं अंजानी।
ना कोई मकसद हैं इसका ना कोई सीख हैं मेरी कहानी,
बस इतना जानती हूँ के कभी बेपरवाह,
तों कभी हैं ये रूहानी।
- मेघा ठाकुर
Justine Louisy Jul 2020
Day 364.
They are at it again the
barks and bites of the gunfire’s.
It’s difficult to put them on a leash.

The bomb’s outburst of religion, poverty and gender equality.
His roar burns our inner armour.

We are in the belly of the nuclear scent our
death bed.
No words of oxygen. We have lost the fight.

And here we are smiling

a debris smile.

Help us europe.
Justine Louisy
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Throwing it back to the migrant crisis back in 2016... a moving piece with sentimental value. Let’s look out for each other REGARDLESS of background circumstance. We are ALL HUMAN. Put yourself in their shoes for a minute.... ❤️🙏🏽
Megha Thakur Jul 2020
Tu ek khubsurat dhokha hai kadwi sahi par sachayi to maut hai,
Fir bhi mai tujhe hi chahta hu.

Aye zindgi na jane kyu,
Mai tujhe baar baar manata hu.

Apna har ek pal har ek lamha,
Dil khol kar jita jata hu.

Tujhse hai pyar beshumar,
Ye tujhe bina hichkichaahat btata hu.

Apni har galti se,
Mai kuch naya sikhta jata hu.

Ek tere karib ane ke khatir,
Apni har burayi ko dur bhagata hu.

Tere dil me jagah banane ke liye,
Kayi dafaa mai ghut bhi jata hu.

Kaise btau tujhe aye zindgi,
Ki mai tujhe kitna chahta hu.
-Megha Thakur
Justine Louisy Jul 2020
Walk through the rays.
Walk through the rain.
Walk through the wind.
Walk through the sleet.
Walk through the hailstones.
Walk through the snow.

Steadily.

Life comes in all moods,
like the weather.
Take your time,
and walk through each mood,
steadily.

Justine Louisy

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Good morning😊 Midweek motivation!! There is no need to rush. How will you ever embrace and learn from each and every mood of life...
Justine Louisy Jun 2020
Multiple braids equal multiple roots,
in the direction my fingers scoots.

Loose braids,
robust cornrow braids in a stack,
chanting all the way down my back.

A loose rope,
or a robust bridge.
You know which root to take….

Justine Louisy
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Still remember having braids in my hair (so much more easier to handle 🤣) Would you consider braids? 😊
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