Whenever life brings me closer to you
Nothing matters most than watching the sunset view
As the stars appear more clearer than the moon
Your time to depart always comes too soon

The fragrance of tulip flowers,
                             rises along the paths of my heart
When you kiss me, exploring my natural ****** art

Your voice calls to me, as the day draws to an end
Another day awaits for us to love and spend

Sometimes the memory of you whispers,
                             sometimes it ******
The night keeps me awake by the thoughts,
                             of your mischievous tricks

Why separation,
becomes the outcome of every meeting this way?
This matter now torments me constantly eveyday...


©sim

She’s wearing it again.
Hiding behind its porcelain green glare like some
righteous shield.
He wants so desperately to just peel it off her face
that he cuts off his own.

He’d lie and smile.
Show off his new mask and
Crack a joke about the broken pencil, a
pointless **** poor flavor of humor
reminding them where they went wrong.

She wouldn’t notice anyway;
Too excessively engaged with the
idea of a lonely low-priced studio.

He knows this, and remains perched in silence
like a mute bird. Staring off into space
and recounting mistakes;
Feeling the colorless
truth bleed from the corners of grooved eyes
down to the edges of blue lips
that he so regrets unveiling.

Knock knock
Who’s there?
The boy lying
in ambush with a camera,
pining to dig up shiny smiles of the past.
How they laughed at such jokes.

The poet wished to cry out loud
And vent the slithering pain
Yet void in his sinking heart
Won't let him flee this blain.

The pen then oozed in torrid red
To scribe 'bout the hovering gloom
Yet mind feared to find the words
Which would write the poet's doom

If the poet broke his promise
No flower would ever bloom
So pen hid the poet's torment
Within a heap of silken plumes.


Prashant Shaurya ©
All Rights Reserved

It’s now the middle of the night
as the stereo softly plays nostalgia,
but I’m the only one
awake.  
You’re dreaming
in that other room,
And our kids take after you.
I sit here boxing up our life,
Staring at the walls, these walls once our life’s witnesses,

Tomorrow will be bare.

And though you tried to force the clocks to slow;
I let time escape and show the way.
Stunned to think
where I’m going.
Forgetting how afraid we were to smile before we
Opened the boxes of yesterday’s promise.

I never told you I would leave.
Us;
In an airplane over Russia;
Our feet slipping into skates too small;
Sipping a distinctive type of chai.
You know me too familiar.
When I shiver, so do you.
We speak in our own language,
One in which the light bends
From your sapphire eyes;
One in which we are twins.
We burn together.

in summer.
To be free.

<I love you in every transatlantic mile.>

Eat me up, will you?
For your love will be eating me bit by bit
Till there is nothing left of me to keep
Like the darkness falling
Failing to cling to existance
In the brilliance of the day
But I wont fall like darkness
I might fail, not fall
Each of your words drug me into thinking
You've been loving me without blinking
But I have come to realize
It is just a stare dark and cold
A sign that you
Loving me dear my life is being sold
To you

This is a story of a searing soul,
With blazing eyes, and burning will.
He flew straight up, unrelenting,
Until he glimpsed another soul.

A white empress of icy wings,
A beauty unlike any He had seen.
He flew ever faster and closer,
Ahead and above, She looks below.

Their eyes met, their paths crossed,
Their destinies entangled.
She was His dream's manifest,
And He was Her desired caress.

"Pray, enlighten me of your destiny, o fair spirit." He challenged.
"Why, of course the light above." she addressed.
"Then I shall fly by your side." he proposed.
"For our destinies are one." she declared.

Alas, they forged a bond.
Their essence brushed, their elements lust.
She froze His flames, as He burned Her ice.
What they had was unrivaled beauty.

Past the clouds reaching for the promise,
And lo, she behold.
A splitting sun, an unforeseen divide,
A divine somber where hearts shatter.

And when two fates can not be one,
Each must soar on their own.
With a different destiny,
Away from him, had she flown.

And in his flight towards his light,
Her soul became the shadow.
The ever lurking existence,
Of what once was above, is now below.

An overwhelming burden,
The remains of His dream's manifest,
The void of His heart's desire,
The bond his muse left asunder.

The high notes
in your voice,
as you cry
during goodbyes

Those shrieks,
so muffled,
like prayers
of the opressed

Your grip
loses its tone
with age

But sometimes
you mustn't
let go

(Critique number 1: of social norms in the 21st century)

To the point that our American social fabric has been stained by the original sin of slavery was a point President Abraham Lincoln hoped would be dealt with by the winning and reconciliation of those states who fought to secede during the Civil War; to that end, the Union was saved but equality was not to be had by all man, regardless of color, as well as woman, and progress would arrive in fits and starts.

Our founding fathers declared that "All men are created equal" yet many held salves which meant as they wrote of equality they held of the standards of disenfranchised persons; it took almost 100 years after the Civil War for the next great leap of civil discourse in equality leading to a series of legislative passages throughout the civil rights era to bring what appeared as true and final equality, and though none can doubt great leaps were made, the original sin of our nation - that of espousing that all men our created equal while looking the other way as these very men of principle held slaves to tend there homesteads - is a wonder of true blind-sight.

In 2007-2008 the nation held a hard fought race for the presidency, and swept in with great hope was Barack Hussein Obama, the nation's first African American president; and so it seemed the arch of History at last had bent straight and right; yet even as the nation and world celebrated, The Republican Party behind closed doors decided their mission was to make President Obama a one term president and to start a system of blatantly obstructing any measures President Obama put forth; thus the nation was divided into a rift not seen since and through the era of reconstruction immediately following the Civil War.

Through 2016-2017, the The nation had become more divided than ever and had grown weary of having dynastic leaders in the seat of the presidency specifically either a family member of the bushes or that of the Clintons and so they chose an outsider who had no respect or rule of thumb or moral compass which our founding fathers envisioned the president to have; in fact the role of the president was the least important position as far as they were concerned and his was to be a roll of functionary executive duty and no more yet through the 20th century Congress gave way and gave powers to the president which our founding fathers never intended, thus leaving us at the whims of a president who swims are sweet as easy as wheat in a breeze and with the Wii Congress not hook up holding its duty as a check against the executive branch we find ourselves in a position that the country is even more divided and the two leading parties which were never intended to exist in the first place now in charge of the fate of the nation.

If for no other reason that the executive currently in power is leading a wedge between our nation it is time we as a people stand up and demand that he the executive in charge on this the year 2017 be held up for impeachment on any number of charges of illegal improprieties he has already trampled upon and as laid out in the constitution; let this not be our new normal - a nation divided into a two party system our founding fathers warned against and never intended to take route - but just a blip in our continues march forward, to build a more perfect union, on the right side of history.