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Breath of life, it is a wild ocean
always a tide coming and going
in this place, it does not linger long
never holding on, only drifts quietly into night
into stars, into fleeting sparks of fire flies
or in the night waters, a ghostly glow
of phosphorescence, a transient trail
of luminescence that soon
fades and reappears to light
the deepest depths
of sea
to all who stop by here to read this poem, I thank you
to all poets, here and everywhere, I thank you
XO
Cyd
 Jun 2014 Tahiya Nuzhat
nivek
my ship is on its horizon
a horizon at the end of my nose
in truth I do not know
when or where it will dock
call me forth to board
and sail me into forever
Attempted infatuation
My life's narration
My Perfect persuasion
I Failed that occasion
Covered  lamentation
Stopped this invasion
Rocked with temptation
That Shines radiation
Forcing your nomination
Times conversations
Leads to sensation
Your slick evasion
Sets my soul to rest and
Puts me to the test....
If time is your love then all my time ill invest.
Could not my mind have conjured this?
Could this not be all a dream?
I cannot identify illusion
is nothing as it seems?

Could I so lonely be
that I've contrived this world alone?
And everyone I've ever loved
A creation of my own?

I don't believe you're make believe
Of you I'll always ponder.
I need you real, here with me.
I cast aside my Sonder.
I'm silent today
who do I talk to?

The wind is not blowing
not whistling or singing
the songs and lullabies
so who do I talk to?

The rain is not falling
no thunders crashing
no raindrops pattering
on window panes
to knock and awake me
and so who do I talk to?

Tree by my window
stands silent
no birds or wind
to share untold tales
it seems to say sorry
for not having any company
and so who do I talk to?

There are people all around
they chatter like birds
shout like raging storms
but they don't listen,
really listen you know
to what I say.

And so whom do I talk to?
I'm quiet today.
This hotel has six levels,
Massive car parks
Sprawling floors for guests

That hospital has four levels,
The airport has three,
And the bus station too
Has its own levels
Level 1 and Level 2.

Boston railway station;
So many levels again,
Trains on Blue Line,
Trains on Red Line
Then clickety click,
Clickety click
to a big mall.
More levels to pick
To shop till one drops
From Level 1 to Level 4.

Wait,
I have a level too,
A level between rich and poor
Between richest and poorest
A middle class perhaps?
Or a lower or upper middle?

Ah, no, I fit into none
I wish I could find a new level
Just another level
That would make people mark
A level behind my status
A me, just a ME.
 May 2014 Tahiya Nuzhat
Sam WG
You were my Electric Enigma
                                                 Before I even had a clue
                                       I tried to rig the riddle
                                                 But it led me right to you
Oh, what am I to do?

                                       The ivy vine of your intelligence
                                                 So intertwined in relevance
                                       Latched to the walls I'm leaping
                                                 Spreading further each time I'm sleeping

                                       Fictitious thoughts fermenting for a fortnight
                                                Avoidin­g a gaze on in foresight
                                       Steady steps approaching the haze
                                                Around a camp-fire light and a wild night daze
                                       Righteous rituals will lead the way
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