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Can I call you ?
I miss your voice.
I miss our long calls.
I want to hear you say my name.

Can i text you ?,
unblock me!
I feel so alone.
I feel so foolish.

Can you come and see me ?
May be for the one last time,
Or Could you please hurt me some more,
And give me something to move On.
:(
Missing her. Not easy to move on.
 Mar 2019 Suhas Ghoke
Star BG
I keep writing cause I continuously see visions
that my heart wants to scribe.
Cause my mind finds seeds
that blossom into poems when picked.

I keep writing cause as long as moon shines
there is a topic to write.
Cause a readers eyes begs for something to do
and I am willing to oblige.

I keep writing cause my writer guides
whisper endlessly urging me on.
Cause every blood cell
is filled with letters, and I bleed words.
Inspired by Joel Frye question Why do poets write? Thanks
You
and I hope that every time
your mouth moves
to make the sound
of the first letter of her name

somewhere

deep down

in the back of your head

you hear my name instead
 Mar 2019 Suhas Ghoke
putiira
I am a poet, I write a life
I am a writer, I live...
 Mar 2019 Suhas Ghoke
Lye
There are so many things
That are confusing to me right now
But the one thing that is clear
Is my love for you
सिर्फ़ आवाज़ सुनकर
अगर कोई हाल जान जाए,
हम कितना झूठ कहें कि ठीक हैं
पर वो न मान पाए।
जो धड़कन सुन ले
दिल को देख ले,
जो दूर से ही
दुखती नब्ज़ पकड़ ले
अनकहे लफ़्ज़ पढ़ ले।
महसूस करे
जो दर्द छुपा हुआ,
समझ सके जो तबियत को
जान ले जो मिजाज़ को।
कभी कभी ऐसा भी कोई आता है
ज़िन्दगी में,
माँ के सिवा ...
Just listening to your voice
The one who knows everything,
How many lies do we say to hide the truth
But not believing it.
Hears the beat
Sees the heart,
Who is far but feels aching nerve
Reads the untold words
Feels
the pain which was hidden,
Can understand the moves,
Takes care of the mood
Sometimes...
someone like this comes in life,
Other than mother...
In a world full of love
We are hated
In a world full of hate
We are loved

Feelings overwhelm us
And our thoughts consume us
We battle ourselves
We battle our hearts

Sometimes we lose
Yet no one sees our loss
And no seems to care

Sometimes we win
Yet no one sees our victory
And no one seems to support

Rather then judging one another
Love one another
After the death of Chester Bennington I was inspired to write this piece.
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