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Orakhal Jun 2020
The staff on demand
Pulls tight a ribbon to its decadent throat
Corporeal being spills empty its spent space
into the corpse of clay
pressing its leer thru a slip of truth
peppered to the eye of its socket

the blood cloth inks its let
to her red rosey prejudice
blackened by its banished stain
relinquent and beastly
delicate and deathly
oer the swinging skull of memory

dripping its smelt on the suicide skin
a pest be its pleasure
pining and clad on the hang of hope
hurling at the end of a tethered rope
Seema Jan 2018
The ocean rises and falls
The waves hit the trenchious walls
Boats trying to beat the waves to reach shore
I sat on the sea wall watching the war

The lightening struck and thunder roared
While the sea level rouse and I saw God
Poseidon with his trident sharp like sword
A glimpse of him was all I could afford

I watched the skys evolve dark heavy cloud
Upon the sea the roars grew loud
I thought to return home as it got dark
Behind me I saw a light like spark

I looked up and saw the dark skys leak
Perhaps my imagination was at its peak
Rain began to pour heavily on me
I started to run home as it was hard to see

I still remember those days, whenever it rains
Of what I saw, was not verge of insane
I really saw glimpse of a God
I saw Poseidon with his trident sword!


©sim
Truly fiction. Spilling imagination.
Jayantee Khare Jun 2017
Day                         and                      night

Dark                   and                   light

     Sunset          and             twilight
  
are
on
the
same
planet
parallel
coexisting
but­
miles apart
seperated
by
moments
compliment
each other
and
so
we
are

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