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Shruti Dadhich Jun 2019
The sun had left the world dark,
& that day on his sky no star did spark!
His moon, his Jane had gone,
Now he was left all alone...
Dark bellied clouds captured the sky,
But all he knew was Jane left him saying,
"To call me now, you don't even try!"
He was going to catch a train,
But in way cats & dogs started to rain!
The rain drops were heavier,
But not heavier than his heaviest tears, filled up with uncertainty & fear!
He kept of going in some known, unknown streets lost in Jane's thought,
& finally he reached at a point where there was nothing, else than a board symbolizing to the right,
"The Cursed Port"!
Reading the board, he sadly smiled & said,
"Nothing can be much more cursed than my life..."
Without bothering much he went to the port's side,
& sat on the platform aside!
The waves rose like the hungry sharks,
to eat up those dark bellied clouds,
& the angry clouds attacked back with the thunder, the lightning, & those heavy drops!
All the warriors gave the loud shouts!
But unaware of all these he was filled up with doubts!
Nobody knows who won the war,
& all knew was that the love of his life had gone far...
Suddenly in his right ear, he heard a soft whisper,
Before he could understand it, he felt a feathery soft touch on his right shoulder;
Swiftly did he turn,
& by his side found a beautiful maiden!
             -$D
I feel beauty in terror!:-)
Will give the second part soon!:-)
farthest star Jun 2019
Thou wrath is filled to the brim of God slaying vigor
it cuts through ******'s mares
and suffocates flames of the mind
splitting the atmosphere till thou breathes
nothing but smoke
~
thou body becomest nothing more
than a cavern of seething madness
eager to fill a void that thrives in thine scowl
thou feast upon hearts thou hast scorned
and the blood of thine enemies
~
I am forced to inquire,
with the shred of empathy I have left in thyself
why hath God forsaken thou and beholdest a life o' vengeance?
it's so easy to blame those who love me for why I hate myself.
martha May 2019
They knocked quietly again
Asked my eyelids for entry to pass
The threshold of my frontal lobe
Patterned the two doors in twin fingerprints
Can the thoughts from today come out to play?
I reached with fingers crossed
The way I always do
And let sway the weeping willows and
Barren bank of my sedated brain
Wishing for breadcrumbs breaking clarity
seeding lily pads and ponds

But it goes dark
The streetlamp glows monochrome
And the river runs mute
A face appears in familiar fashion
Who are you wearing tonight?
Vapid hand-me-downs in shards of
Visions kept unkempt in your resemblance
Everything I know you not to do
Comes streaming from your eyes
Like every tear that’s ever stung
Learned the taste of a tsunami by watching
The waves peel layers from my skull

It throbs around my throat
I watch as the impossible performs
And the fears take centre stage
Puppets with the same shadows as yours
Identical to all my insecurities
Suspended in my own stupidity
For carrying them down the hallway
warming them by the fire
Expecting them to leave hand in hand
With the waning of the ochre moon

But they forget to close the door behind them
And the worst of them comes to the fore

They don’t always burn away with the sunlight
They can’t wait to come back for more
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