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rose 7d
Sometimes I imagine us holding hands,
Walking along the harbor:
You, telling stories of all these lost years
       like a pelican begging for food
Making music out of my invisible tears

But maybe instead of holding your hand
I should hold on to the future
And stop chasing your footprints in the sand
Only to be led nowhere.
I will no longer swim in these tears.
I have felt the ache of the salt burn on my skin for far too long.
It’s not worth docking on this pier
If you don’t treasure me like the shells along your shore.

So I set sail.
I will find a new island to call my own &
Sculpt the land like shaping clay on a pottery wheel.

I will treasure all of my shells and secrets
The way you did not treasure me.
And for once, I will command the sea.
Badshah Khan Feb 9
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 38

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Pure Salt and sweet sugar melt in visible water
In specific taste both key ingredients are naturally varying.

We intuitively know the proper Social usage,
Of pure salt and sweet sugar,
Still they wont be same!

We as being naturally, are typically varied
Like pure salt and sweet sugar,.

On our own way of cultured taste,
But still we are same creation,
To taste the confirmed death of our dear life!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Let us
be the salt
in life.
To add
meaning
and
taste
to those around us.
I guess you could also say let us be the sugar to add sweetness to those around us, but I chose salt. My lunch inspired me...
Annie Jan 16
Sal
The salt of the earth
Seasons fresh mirth
on the plates of the gifted among us.
Gifted with pride,
And holding inside
A wealth of greed stronger than all ****.
One of the best feelings
The first bite of my favorite meal.
It's hard to decide if it's hunger
Or anticipation.
All of this savored in smile.
The spice of salt, pepper among things
The aroma coming from plate to spoon,
The simplicity of it all.
I live for this feeling,
This warm cozy feeling,
A tight hug from meal to lips.
Theres no better feeling.
Tight hugs
Followed by her kisses
IncholPoem Jan 11
On  Saturday
people   go  to

  party  partly

not  give
salt
as    people  said.




O­n  Thursday
people   do  not
  give   any
iron   object.



It  is    blind  belief

    or  blind's
two   eye   operation
to  have  new  

    brightness.
Sophia Jan 8
they scream in terror and oppress
they know not how much a mess
feeling cold and frightened only with
a purple charcoaled hyacinth

they burned in fires far away
they waste tomorrow and today
with nothing more than **** tales
of tears of blood and starving wails

they poured salt upon the wounds
of bleeding mothers and their wombs
with a childish knife of rusty black
they stole their lifeblood like a snack

they, vampiric victimed selves,
could not climb off of their shelves
of fear and hatred reigning high
like the quivering leaves of Apenine
Tsunami Jan 5
My hands trace rivers down his back
Soft silt streambeds
My tongue follows the waveforms of his hips
Warm skin with lazy currents
My ears feel your heartbeat resonate in your chest
Strong swells crash into stone cliffs
My lips taste honey and saltwater dripping from yours
A mix of dalliance and mischief
Our bodies meld into sea foam
making love is like making land
Persuade me
So displease all others

Dear Love!
Wash away your guilt
Purify my wounds
With salt of your tears
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