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Sally S Ali Apr 19
as a small car
in a terrible accident

your chains of love
are smashing
my ribs

Love hurts
every *****
pouring acid
inside of veins

I am shrunken
and wrapped
around my heart

as a feotus
in a grave
Sally S. Ali
Disha Bhatia Feb 18
reminds me of you
Old soul in a body that's new.

Missing piece of a jigsaw
Complementing every flaw.

Misty morning, mysterious night
escaping this world in plain sight.

A pair of broken wings
Urging hinged things
to fly, fly, fly away.
The Nada Nov 2018
I forgot that I know how to write,
Forgotten the flowery words.
I forgot what could be might,
Forgotten that I am broad.

I learned to forget and not care,
Learned to shove things away.
I learned to bear,
Learned in a hard way
The Nada
Megha gupta Mar 2018
When she turned around ..
Her wavy hairs sound…
Hearing from a step back …
I can imagine her crowned…
I can imagine her crowned…
My love coming towards me….

I was walking to her like sea…..
flock of birds are showering love..
From the sky at above…
Flock of birds are smiling …
cheering for our love…
From the sky at above…

Her eyes are deep ocean…
I am drowned.. I am drowned …
I can imagine her crowned ..
I can imagine her crowned..
Her voice making my heart warm…
Her eyes taking me deep down…
When I heard her sweet voice..
My heart leaps up and rejoice..
She dwelt among my heart …
Like a first love art…
Like a first love art…

We can hear Flute of love sound..
I can imagine her crowned…
I can imagine her crowned….
Whispering of the birds …
Turning into love song…
We are dancing …
the rain started to fall along ….
When the sun goes down …
The stars covering the sky…
Our love raising and you are getting
Give me more love my girl …
Give me shine of your smile pearl..

This ocean captured our love …
This sand captured our footprint above…
You are my dream … i am drowned..
I can imagine her crowned …
I can imagine her crowned …
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Afiqah Mar 2018
meet me at the surface
or take the fall with me
mark me like a paragraph you love
from your favorite book
then open me right there
over and over again
go ahead and luxuriate it all  
with a little rain if you like
for that’s where you’ll come to see
this heart’s most winning smile at its best

Megha gupta Mar 2018
New hug of life
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
And my love for me…
Is growing again…
Something happening again…
A precious life coming again…
My wings are spread out again…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…..
I feel like heart is popping out…

feeling like a crazy shout…
My heart is out of fear…
On a path of new dreams
My destination appears…
New hug of life… …
for a sky dive.. .
feeling like a wave alive…
dancing in the sky…
This is my pry…..
I greet my self..
I meet my self…
Cause in my struggle….
I am thrive….
Life is growing on my side…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
Courage lies within my heart…
My words are enough to spark…
My eyes were searching
.. for the new life…
A precious life.. without strife…
Life embrace me and give me…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
New life door reopened. …
Too many dreams were broken..
Now its trying to change life again…
Yet how much less it were to gain
My love for me is growing again..
A precious life coming again..
New hug of life..
I feel alive…
And my love for me is growing again..
New hug of life…..
New hug of life….
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Amongst the forgotten,
at the back of one's mind.
In the corner of the room
I sat there with my head in the book,
blending with the shadow and air.

My love invisible,
thoughts indecipherable,
words soft to be heard
and clothes made of invisible thread;
I felt I did not matter.

Not my emotions,
nor my words
or my vote
for my presence was as good as my absence.
Swaying like the air in the room
Cherry blossoms from slumber awaken,
As she passes by in blithe, lissome grace,
Only to fall to ground, souls forsaken,
To that mesmerising smile on her face.

Stars adorn her shapely neck as diamonds,
The pale moonlight her fair countenance be,
Rubies glowing from western horizons,
Cast a fleeting blush on those cheeks shyly.

I bow down low to this divine spectre,
Trampled blossoms by her feet are Incense,
Hitherto abandoned pen, gold Sceptre,
Myrrh of heart’s blood, become my obeisance.

From the God Himself I seek forgiveness,
For, my verses have made love to His Goddess
Ugo Victor Jul 2016
I've lived off pressure
Ridden on expectant falls
Derided by some

I've been loved without measure
Tripped over some hearts
Hated by some

Whatever it is you do
There are expectations to flog you with
But always bear in mind
That humans
We never stop judging

Dressed in stereotypes
To our burial sites.
A list of lost poetry

Lies on my bed stand

and An archive of memories

Rests in your hand tonight

Another sob story

To another break up song

Another solitary cigarette

To another, “I knew better all along”

So, rather than the ladder

I’ll minimalize farther yet

Until I can’t believe in anything

and I manage to forget

She skipped the song

and Got right along to her favourite verse

She said she practiced, but forgot to rehearse

She says, “I hope I’ll be up to par, tonight”

She looked so fragile against my skin

My favourite probably was

The time when I

Believed the lie

What a pleasure it was to succumb

What a pleasure it was to feel alive

What a pleasure it is to say

I forgot to say good bye

She said it’s a control thing

Something that looks grim in the right kind of light

and I’m an eye sore to the onlooker

I guess I never worried much about that

Somewhere between wish I may

and Wish I might

Somewhere between

The fire

and The flame

Somewhere in between everything

I forgot to feel anything at all

I was never what you hoped I would be

but You have to admit, I did try

I tried everyday to give you something to believe

but I understand that some things

Just aren’t up to me

Some things you have no choice

but To sweep underneath

and The floor’s starting to lose shape

Under the weight of things

She knew the horizon, it wouldn’t change anything

We run from our geographical locations

Thinking that our region will change

Our core being

Created in God’s image, we are foolish creatures by nature

We ride on hope that’s never been validated by anything

We dig our fingers into the sand and revel in our pipe dreams

She’s praying against all odds that her rod

Isn’t the one that gets struck by lightening

“I’m not ready,” she said

“How can I let go,

When I don’t even know where I’ve been?”

At the end of the night

She lit a cigarette

She watched her smoke

Billow into the sky

She tucked her laces into her shoes

and Brushed off her jeans

She picked her keys up off the ground

Then she leaned in, and kissed me good night
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