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 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
mayur
In their eyes
she, is the holy river
and I, am a doubtful sinner.

I drowned myself
deep in Ganges.

Now she, is a holier-than-thou
and I, am a confessed sinner.
Ghats of Banaras, in India, is a holy place where Ganga river is washing sins of many from thousands of year.
I’ve been looking for happiness,
But it’s this never-ending
Game of hide and seek
Where I am never the victor.
The grace of tomorrow
Only chains me.
The dreams are the only escape,
But alas, they never last.
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
FS-30
Silence
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
FS-30
Sometimes it’s better to walk away,
Holding your head high above the ground.
Sometimes it’s the silence,
That makes the loudest sound.
I don't need little emoticons  I need sunshine in my face
I don't need face book likes I need you over by my place

I don't need messenger chat  I need a friend  with skin on
I don't need cel beebs nor empty stares that say  I'm gone

I don't want technology to rule my day its plastic anyway  
I don't want an email to say  "I'm having a baby any day"  

but I do want to write great poetry on a sunny beach and say,
this has been a great day, I haven't googled away, my day.
"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

you are my dark thing.
that beautiful, painful secret i keep from the world.

can i be your dark thing?
no one ever has to see,
i just need you to love me as certain dark things are to be loved.

let's be dark things together.
creatures, monsters in secret.
between the chaos and the light.
gracias, pablo neruda
xvii sonnet - pablo neruda
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
Juanita
such a beautiful monster
my lover is
he haunts me
with his cruel hands yet soft touch
he torments me
then
he adores me
at times I fail to tell the two apart
such a beautiful monster
my lover is
I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
Saba
Is where I wake up in the evening
Is where I sleep in the morning
Is where I meet faceless hearts, souls, minds and special beings
Beings from different backgrounds, peasants and queens
Sharing their worsts and their bests as well as their dreams
Escaping the world that was not what it seemed.
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
Arek
Think outside the box
don't be such a square
be as brave as Goldilocks
and tackle every bear

Take your Gretel and escape
deep into the woods
put on Superman's red cape
or Red Riding Hood's

So fly away, sail or ride
to find your holy grail
while your pen has ink inside
go write your fairytale
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