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K Balachandran Mar 2019
the new moon's coy sheen,
the starlings' nosestuds gleam;
light's secrets in darkness!
Poetic T Oct 2017
Woven in twilights gaze
            the best words even in a haze.
Momentary crossings from each others path,
               cross and blend to mean                
                           one's momentary final glance.

And another within a hues sheen,
           will fade into the light and breath.
                        Within the sinking sullen twilight..
Neha Srivastava Aug 2017
I don't envy your being,
I draw inspiration from your sheen.
K Balachandran Jun 2017
You drank me in such style,
like a glass of vintage wine.
I could see your eyes acquiring
a special skill, at the moment
they set on me and then
your face attains a sheen.
I had the realization,all of a sudden
that this yen is no momentary affair.

See how years have flown!
As it  goes on aging, the wine
is becoming more sought after.
Circe, queen of my dreams  
that neighbor here still gleams
this sheen replete in autumn
where frosty was her bottom
and sweet with Bengali
cork again a season finale!
Àŧùl Dec 2015
Look at that...
How the garden lost its glamour,
How the elder tree lost its shade,
How the woods lost the clamour,
How the branches lost the birds,
How the dove flew away, never to return.

Look at that...
How the rose bundle lost its scent,
How the mango lost its sweetness,
How the Christmas lost the snow,
How the eggs hatched & birds ascend,
How romance was brewed, and charred.

Look at that...
How all hell had broken loose,
How the paradise now recedes,
How this heart was lonely & grim,
How the yew woods again sprout,
How my heart beats, *Dag-dag! Dag-dag!!
All the sheen would be taken away if not for my strong, golden heart.

My HP Poem #947
©Atul Kaushal
Wren Djinn Rain Oct 2015
At this point I feel like the universe is mocking me.
It might not be that I don't see god, but that I can't.
The past comes fast to bite my heels every time I
think that I'm making progress. I'm wiser now than
I was before, it's clear, I affirm as I take today's pills
so I can step out the door. Suicide was a big deal
but I never did it. Over time I realized how good
it is to choose friends. How safe it is to manipulate --
over self-destruction, what an improvement. A
sad sea of years is only bad with a lack of grasp
on the force that pushes you with an eager
wind. How safe is it to say, simply that I've changed
for the better and made improvement?

We broke the truce way back when,
you thought I was God and I couldn't prove it.

History repeats with a new veneer. A new sheen
to improve the wrapping of the package.
The package's contents remain the same.
History repeats with a new veneer. A new sheen
to improve the wrapping of the package.
The package's contents remain the same.
History repeats with a new veneer. A new sheen
to improve the wrapping of the package.
The package's contents remain the same.
i’d like to one day write
about something that isn’t a fight
something beautiful
and something serene
there’s something around with some sheen
i know it’s true
that's what all the others say.
self, don’t be so blue
today’s a new day
and i can write what i please
even if it’s not with ease

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