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misty Jul 2017
maybe it is the wrong time and place
maybe we are just meant to graze
lightly against our hopes
but never to sow
like a pack of wolves
circling its prey
but never pouncing till the light of day
maybe that is what we are
maybe we will continue to chase
and pursue what could be
maybe one day the lords will finally see
that you are the one for me
Shaxy Jul 2017
Seven years later, I came back to find you, waiting.
Debanjana Saha Jul 2017
My mind & heart
Enters into the gloom
Breaking through the walls
Into the woods of doom
Only to find a new moon!

How to tell it to me,
It will be invisible
For sometime long
Along the way
Where I belong!.

Better seek out
Something which is
More near & dear
Real without fear.

Wait if you must
Don't rush to the dust
Listen to your intuition
to bring back your
Laughable soul
Which would eventually


Make yourself whole!
A change of mindset changes everything.
I am most of the time pessimistic
Just figuring out to find some laughter
Within the pessimistic approach.
Better to die out of laughter
Rather to frowning and drown.

- DS - 25 July, 2017
Seema Jul 2017
When you see, the lamps being lit
Along the paths, on a moonless night
And the dusk decends, for the stars to shine
That's when my darkness will fade, with your light
I never condoned our love, neither did I forget
In the bliss time of this long lone journey
I've swept lanes of eyelids,
Remembering all the time we've spent
From where we started our journey together
Where we met for the very first time,
On the banks of that river, under the raintree
Which you used to climb
There, in the silence ,we met daily everyday
To drown in our eternal love, under the open sky
Where the stars would bloom bright all the way
Yet,
Another night has just past, waiting,
In my ribbed casket, here I lay
Now all bones, left in this deep dense place
By your very own, while you went away
No one has ever come to track or trace
People say, I am good as dead anyway...


©sim
Fiction
M Jul 2017
They say I was stupid
For looking for a lover
The kind of lover you dreamed of
The kind of love you want to have tho

The kind of love you want to have tho
I'm puzzled If I can give it to you
Because I underestimate
What I can do to make you bloom.

What I can do to make you bloom?
Can I treat you like a lady?
Or chase you like a hero?
Or stay besides you?

Or stay besides you
is the best thing that I might do
In those dreadful nights
Ill hug you till I die

I'll hug you till I die,
A question planted inside my mind

Are you still willing to be mine?

Because, I'm willing to be true
Only for you.
Infatuation guys. I have to vent out what I feel foor her or I might fail my research subject for real
Shrivastva MK Jul 2017
बड़ा अज़ीब है सिलसिला प्यार का,
नजाने कब आएँगी वो पल इश्क़-ए-दीदार का,
रूठी रूठी है वो खूबसूरत नज़रे उनकी,
नजाने कब ख़त्म होगा मेरा वक़्त इंतज़ार का,
वक़्त इंतज़ार का,

हर लम्हा उनकी याद में खोये हुए,
उनके मिलान की आस दिल में बोये हुए,
अपनी साँसों में लिखकर नाम उनका,
उनका चेहरा अपने आँखों में सजोये हुए,

सुना है बड़ा मीठा होता है वो फल इंतज़ार का,
कैसे दूर करू नाराज़गी अपने दिलदार का,
ज़िन्दगी भर देंगे हम साथ उनका,
क्योंकि जंजीर से भी मज़बूत होता है डोर सच्चे प्यार का,
डोर सच्चे प्यार का.......


Shrivastva MK
Amrita Jul 2017
I can hear my steady breaths
Synchronised with the whirring of the fan.
My fingers tap the edge of the table in a rhythmic pattern
Tap, Tap, Tap,Tapa, Tap, tap.
My ears are finely tuned, eager to hear the crack of of the door as it swings open
To hear your rapid footsteps as you traipse in to greet me once more.
I showed up on time with a handful of flowers and an eager heart.

* 2 hours later

My palms swear profusely
As I pace nervously from one end of the room to another,
Tak, tak, taka, tak, tak.
The heels of my shoes click repeatedly against the wooden floor
As I sit and stand and walk and pace and move and race and STOP.

6 hours later *
I wait and wait and wait some more
My head is throbbing and my eyes are dull
My makeup has come off and my hair is undone.
But,my breath is steady again
And my fingers are still.
I trudge and linger and stall and sigh
The door creaks open and I walk out, head held high
Memories now forgotten, but my pride is intact and the flowers are rotten.
Richard Jul 2017
Maybe this is the time
I should stop putting coal into the fire
The finding may be sour just like a lime,
but I need to know if the fire warms.

Maybe this is the time
I should stop drawing thick line
raise the head and wink on the paper
what I thought was a masterpiece
may be just a squiggle.

Maybe this is the time
I should stop asking.
To find out where the river flows
I should wait if the questions come.

Maybe this is not the time.
uncertainty
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