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 Aug 2017 Ksjpari
Sonia Paruthi
You are my life..
I want to cut your problems like a knife..
You are my soul..
You are a beautiful doll..
Komal is your sweet name..
We both are same..
My heart belongs to you..
When you are with me nothing seems blue..
You have a sweet nick name sunny
You are my honey..
I pray for your happiness..
May God erases all your sadness..
When you are with me ; problems vanish like a bubble..
My happiness becomes double..
When you share..
I do care..
The love you shower...
Is like a flower...
You are my Maasi..
Without you nothing seems classy...
You are my paradise..
Joy becomes twice..
Miss you..Maasi.. God bless you..
 Aug 2017 Ksjpari
Emma Katka
summer is lonely
without direction
and I'm ******
I prefer living in the shadows
and imagining dreamy tones
lost on auto pilot
foggy days
time is a concept that has gone away
but I still feel like I have something to say
nothing comes out or up anyway
but maybe that's okay
for just a few more days
vision blurs
every time you awake
did it occur
this soul is yours to take

you can smother it or
let it breathe and live with fervor

you dissolve
into the shadow where you stand
enthralled
by the dreams that you command

you can smother them or
let them breathe and live forever

deduced to delusive logic
every inhale is toxic
you'd never have to call
to find me
I'll always be
deep inside your heart
love will be
our only way

you won't have to shut your eyes
and dream in silence
no longer turn to a calloused heart
for reliance

let the past
stay where it should
you don't have to be misunderstood
you can defy them
not every flaw you should amend

we could be the saboteurs
to break the walls down
let the feelings breach and flood
and be left unbound

trust me this once
when I say
no matter how far your mind will stray
you'll see someday
you're beautiful your way
Goes along with the SAO 2 op 3
 Aug 2017 Ksjpari
Book Thief
When was the last time
I felt a raving hunger for life?
When had I but an eternity in moments,
on the edge of something vastly different?

How was it me and not you
who staked her soul high
on rolling hills of green,
took long draughts to savour, to condense
the weight of the world into one precious drink,

cup the shortest days in her palm and release them,
for her thoughts to balloon into the wild?

The delectable now
ripe as berries for plucking in winter,
and all things, like music
must peter
into silence.

So I suppose my question to you
is not concerned with
the *** of newly-minted green in your pocket,
nor the fleet of shiny cars, but
your pure self, simply being.
It’s prodding the heart,
a tiny critter fluttering with wings, wondering:

when will you ever get a second chance at this
all this storm
and inexplicable happiness—

or will you
go hunting for things,
whirling at mere traces
of power in your name—

or will you turn around
only to find a life
or a lie,
staring back wide-eyed
in endless shame?

© BT
Thank you for having patience dear friends! This piece came painfully slowly and I'm not 100% happy with it..but I hope you enjoy! - BT x

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