for all who understand perfectly why perfection can never be,
                            and Adriana Barreiros~**


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Todays new millionth sunrise bids me stand,
observe the river traffic from my kitchen window,
accept that my takings are debts,
a few, even paid back,
yet, most still owed,
for the origins of all my poems,
are oddly and oddity old,
unoriginal, second, third handed
as I look through the eyes of the dead,
and yours too,
this my unoriginal,
original sin....
(pretending  I am a poet)

Today, the ship of relations are sinking day by day...
And the over expectations are making it far away....

Being loyal to a relationship is needed to maintain it...
And hidden flaws are the reason which destroy it...

Trusting blindly cannot be certain at all times...
But be trustful is the only thing that is certain even at odd times...

Breaking heart intentionally will not give it’s sweet fruit..
But never hurting will definitely give it’s best fruit...

Even though proper communication can make a change..
And the misunderstanding can be reduced to a far extent..

Accepting someone fully...
Will give you back completely...

And compromising for each other is the foundation...
Which makes a lasting relation..

Nowadays people are reluctant to ful fill their obligations..
And so are their commitments..

Starting a relationship is quite easy as a clever fox...
But maintaining that same ship in a healthy way, is really what makes you a human...

a world filled with plastics,
everyone seems to be floating.
the world is changing,
i am slowly fading.

i can't breathe.
my lungs are covered with dust.
they can't resist the lust.
hoping it would be the last
i can't accept the fact,
they are all covered with mask,

i wouldn't dare to ask.
they are toxic,
couldn't hide the fact.

The days were dark and grey,
My mind deep in thoughts of sorrows and pain lay,
You promised you won't leave me at all,
But once again,you were not there at the time of my fall.

I laughed the most with you,
I cried the most with you,
I wish before trusting you I knew,
Cheaters like you are  not very few.

You took away everything I had with me,
My smile,my happiness and my glee,
We almost ended up as unknown peeps,
No more mattering our griefs.

The wind blew,
I no more know you,
I shall leave to find the real me,
To bring back my faded identity.

-Deepti

The dark second floor passageway
celebrates its one blessed feature,
a sash window, tarnished panes,
pixels, lit in colours beyond RGB.

An ordered scene of chevron gables,
an art deco arrangement, apex
clasping serpentine rust red pantiles,
pitched protection for the action below.

Steam escaping kitchen windows,
conveying today's menu,
while shining expectant plates await.

A clustered community,
mutering togetherness,
jealousies beneath the breath.

• College is hard.**

And that’s the list of things they don’t tell you in College.

The death of me, will probably be, self-inflicted or come unnaturally. /
My generation has metamorphosized to believe this ideology filled with lies, and grown to despise all things good, all things right/
Holiness is but a mythically unattainable virtue only seen with wise eyes/
And me with my wide eyes open couldn’t even see past sunrise/

Many times I hid behind my Christian face/
My black skin speaking tales of my Christian race/
But then straight after church my rehearsed day begins/
Go to see “that” girl and write Haikus on her skin/
A 3 bar poem about why she’s the one/
Taking hours to come home before the day is done/

The death of me will probably be this doomed society/
Digging pits for their own graves with their words of blasphemy/
Drugs lay waste to what remains of their minds/
Trying to convince them that God exists is like defusing a land mine/
Who am I to try and help, I’m still suffering the same/
Can’t even control the thoughts flooding in my brain/
Had to write this out just to try and stay sane/
Thinking is speeding up now, I’m like that electric train…/

And then I see it/

Tomorrows generation smokes drinks and takes drugs/
Looking everywhere for things to fill the void left by love/
Searching everywhere except above /
They are scanning the sea for a raven not a dove/

This is todays tomorrow, where the truth isn’t believed/
And the generation of that time will choose to live disobediently//