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 Apr 2016 Tanveer Bhanot
Torin
I
cannot help
the hands
that touch me
when they
could heal me
I know
its a distant
language
written
on my soul
I wasn't
made
to
understand
but she reads me
and I feel
her
more than
     Anything.....
                               My greatest wish
                               I couldn't say
                              is by her
                              spoken
                        ­        my greatest hope
                              is only
                              that I could
                             hold her
                            forever
                               that we'll make love
                              while we're
                             still
                             young
धूल चख के उठ जाना राही,
लगता है तेरी मंज़िल कहीं और है,
हॉंसलें की साँस भर के फिर खड़ा हो जाना तू,
लगता है तेरा वक़्त कहीं और है,
गिरने से खरोचें भी तो कई आएँगी,
उम्मीद है तेरे आँसू तेरे घाव भर देंगे,
कहीं अकेला ना समझे खुदको,
राहगीर भी तुझे कई मिलेंगे,
अब इसी धूप में मीलों-मील चलना है तुझे,
लगता है वो तारों की छाओ कहीं और है,
धूल चख के उठ जाना राही,
लगता है तेरी मंज़िल कहीं और है.
letting loose old chains
you and your wry laughter
defeated by the day old machines
of life and their constant clogging

time's hands tear into spring
nail first, peeling off the light constricting canopy
twisting barbwire off delicate skin
strangling you on a couch from hell

wake up to the smell of bourbon
and dead roses - so pretty
your lashes creating the shadows
on your gaunt cheekbones,
and your name is Soul
i struggle a ton with full length poems but thank you all for reading

edit: thank you, sexywiggle, for lighting this poem up

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