Mystic Ink Feb 19
Charged Figure
An Icon of Attraction
Unmolded Clay
With a Toxic Smile
Silent Invitation
With Empirical Answers
Conclusion without Conceptions
Aligned Sense
With a figure of Intuition
Reflection of Scars
A Memory of Relation
Un-immune Society
Possessing a Dream of Life

Being a Magnet, barely understood?
My Freedom of Expression
A Social Experiment with Reasons
NS, N……N, S…….S
Birth of Yin and Yang
Genre: Abstract
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Josh Overson Feb 11
Through our drugged body language,
Our bodies make conversation.

Taking every medication,
She requires no meditation.

If only you knew my motivation
Could we start a new relation.
Lit like a flame
My heart learned her name

Can we be more than what was described?
Overdosing on you, I was never prescribed.
I want to be with her everyday.
But I don’t know how or when to relay.
Nayana Nair Feb 5
I cried and complained
and wrote of this sadness.
I said the same stuff again and again
and still I felt
that I wasn’t saying enough.
I saw your face
in every word I wrote.
I saw your face
till I couldn’t see anymore.
Till I became blind
to all reason.
Till I created the world
where I do not have to wait for you.
Where you didn’t exist, I didn’t exist.
But it was all wrong.
I realized you had to exist somewhere
for me to keep on writing.
Seema Nov 2017
Tired of tears
Waited for years
Your fake promises
Make believe misses
Dragging with time
Dangling like chimes
Somedays you'd call
Saying you at the ball
Dancing your life away
A realisation shown my way
As you have found other
I was a standby rather
Consoling my heart
I thought over from start
Every lie turned true
Facing all, I got through
Now it's just me alone
With a heart of stone
And YOU,

Perhaps true for some.
Eve Oct 2017
It's a good thing,
To speak, to ramble, to be able to elaborate on such simple topics.
People may look at you with these glaring senses of abnormality or a measurement level of discomfort,
The truth is, they aspire to be you in such a different way that blows their mind whenever coming across someone as unique as you,
With words left unsaid,
They all slowly begin to turn heads,
You feel this minor intensity, agony divulging, extreme anxiety on the inside,
But your face shows otherwise.
You smile, creating an elated atmosphere,
But the internal feeling inside is progressively growing.
Those constant taps of your left foot are causing too many eyes to be drawn to it.
"Stop, relax. Take a step back,
Just feeling something else, else.", is what you solemnly preach aloud to yourself.
Now, the audience's tension in eye contact are more than just overwhelming,
It's ripping the nails off your fingertips,
Making you want to burn every bit of your heart along with this building you're stuck in.
When your feelings emerge and intersect in a negative tense,
You don't come to a halt,
You allow your body to experience any feeling possible;
Your indifference represents the other version of yourself,
one in particular that may be unveiled or underestimated by the several dissimilar aspects nobody really shows.
BSeuss Oct 2017
please forgive my optimism,
im aware this is a dark place.
is the world going to shit,
are we going to be okay.

I have not much more i want to say,
yet so much more that I need too.
should I be silent today,
should tomorrows words be allowed to bleed through.

forgive me for my optimism.
I know what you are going through.
I love you.
Subrat Aug 2017
Holding her waist
Pulling her closer
Hands moving all over her
Trying to feel every part of  her
Tongue shying to enter
Eyes refusing to open
Mind wants to calm
Holding her soft palm
Let my world reside in her
For I'll always be her lover
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Never behaved in the school porcine;
Had wise words for everyone to opine;
Full of wise thoughts and memories refine;
Rachana Sharma is ready without any supine.
An eyesore progress she achieved school in
Even the trustees could no longer decline;
Her help for others whenever did she design
Was a feast – a great help and fun to dine.
For 8 years was she my dear mentor fine
From whom I learnt how to continuously grin
In adverse situations and start from begin
So that new fight and efforts lead you to win.
Earlier she was looking like a pumpkin
But now she managed her past confine:
Looking beautiful, smart, nifty and divine
Is ready ever any problem to define.
She is my inspiration, she is my Kline,
She is the best lady as a helpful friend in.
With her I developed Monorhyme fine;
And defeated many enemies malign.
A good mentor and nice for nation mine
Is none than Rachana - a brave feline.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
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