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 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Saumya
In Arabic Literature Love has seven stages:
Attraction (Dilkashi) ->
Infatuation (Uns) ->
Love (Mohabbat) ->
Reverence ( Akidat) ->
Worship (Ibadat) ->
Insanity (Junoon) ->
Death (Maut).
And I happen to be at the 7th stage everytime you pass by and take one step away from me.
You
expected me
to be a perfect circle.
With no sharp edges or rough
corners. I'm sorry, but I'm not perfect
in the way that you want to me
to be. I am perfect
in my own
way.
All of us are!
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Grace E
911
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Grace E
911
I decorate my black & white life
In red & blue lights
With an oath to uphold integrity
To balance wrong and right
I’m married to lady justice
My instincts, ready for the draw
I am a servant of the people
But I am also their law
Many people don’t give police men and women the respect they deserve. They see the worst parts of humanity every single day and one of their occupational hazards is not coming home to their family.. I appreciate their exsistence and respect what they do.
Pretty pea pod prime
Tender green leaves and tendrils
Climb up to sunshine
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Sukanya Basu
Thread of cotton,
Thread of silk,
The sun set in west,
A weakling of ill,
Hands bound
Feet turned
Sitting in a Banquet:
Amidst 80 men from Greece,
20 women from Athens
A hall full of bureaucrats,
doctors, physicians, astronauts!

Plato, I sit at your Banquet
I sit thee,
Split my mirror
Show him to me.
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Traveler
Did you ever look
Into an addict's eyes
And see the reflection
Of your own ghost

All your judgment
All your abuse
Dangling there
A noose
Around your own throat

Deeper than human despair
The soul gone missing
Into thin air
Did your spirit ever grow tired
  Of existing here...

Did you ever wonder
If there was anything left
Did you ever catch
Your last breath?
Traveler Tim

I recovered long ago, I feel for all the still suffering souls!!!
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