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 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
surpratik
dusty windows
that convince you
**snow falls in summer too
Friday's are for dreaming,
Monday's are for reality check's
They never said it would be easy

The best things in life weren't meant to be
They're tough
Painful
And raw

Love can be a fire that you watch burn to ashes
Because you like broken pieces more than he knows
Vicious and unapologetic
Dark and cruel
A light knocking on its door

The fear in every chuckle
The reason for tomorrow
The past hurts and, present is pain
When you first fall, you never stop
 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
Paige
Work
 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
Paige
Oh okay.
It's my bad.
I don't know why I thought
I could just keep filling up
my glass with an alcoholic beverage
and not feel like **** when
I woke up.
I tried to make myself throw up
in hopes that my stomach would
stop hurting.
I only got out the orange juice
I just drank to take Tylenol.
I am so sleep deprived,
but I have a nap to look forward
to after 7 hours of fast food.
I guess I'm just leaving this
here as something not to do.
Don't get wine drunk when you
have to work in the morning.
 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
RL Smith
He can play the violin
catch it up in your heart strings
The old girl has a lot of life in her yet
Riding ******* through desert storms
smoothes the wrinkles of time from her skin
Now we have electricity I can just flick the switch
and turn her on
 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
RL Smith
Translate this she said
My heart started to race as the sheet of paper
drifted silently to the table
Letters jumbled together
like the confusion in my head
Am I supposed to speak Spanish?
I did this for the challenge
I am challenged
I can feel it crawling around under my skin
somewhere between pleasure and panic
 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
RL Smith
Chunky calloused stubs
made for wielding a meat axe over a carcass
A sweet melody struck from the wreckage of poverties storm
Were you angry because you were short?
They were shooting small animals off the walls
 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
RL Smith
Eucalypts hang from blue sky railings
The mud is dry, ground is hard
The white ute in the garden
is silent
I love the sound without wind blowers
and lawn mowers
Words are gathering at Newstead
anarchists too
A short story tattoo
Ideas are crowded and loud
galloping around the racetrack
But it's quiet here at the Mudhouse
with the brown dog in the garden
 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
RL Smith
Lifting the veil and exposing the heart of the matter
I can see you forgot who you were for a moment
And exposed the person you were meant to be
 May 2015 Tushar Sawant
RL Smith
We started out
like a tone deaf five year old playing the violin
All spark and passion
no symphony
wills clashed, words flew
but by god you were beautiful
The attraction grew
Like good wine
with age we mellowed
rough edges smoothed away by the champion of time
The star of my universe
The moon in my sky
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