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 Apr 14 Stardust
Samuel
Poetry?
 Apr 14 Stardust
Samuel
I'm not a poet
I'm just emotional
twenty-something emotions
those hit hard

I'm not a poet
only a sleepwalker,
my fingers burning to type
my laptop keyboard so well-lit
so I fall into the desire

I'm not a poet
I just whisper to a quiet altar called Hello Poetry
a fatal attraction
so I type
welcome to the cult
Where's my keyboard, I can't sleep
आज का आदमी
अपने साथ
डर का पिटारा
लेकर चलता है।
गफलतों ने
असंख्य डर
आदमी के मन की
उर्वर जमीन पर बो दिए हैं ,
जिनकी फसल
वह समय समय पर
लेता रहा है।
सवाल है कि
आज आदमी का
सबसे बड़ा डर क्या है ?
यह डर
असमय
किसी के द्वारा
वजूद पर
एक सवालिया निशान
लगाना है ,
बाकी डर .....
मौत ,  मुफलिसी ,तंगी तुरशी ,
मान सम्मान का अभाव तो
महज़ बहाने हैं,,,
जिनके साथ जीना
आजकल ज़रूरी है ,
यह बन गई मज़बूरी है,
जिसने निर्मित कर दी
हम सब के बीच दूरी है।
यही सबसे बड़ा डर होना चाहिए।
इस बाबत सभी को कुछ करना चाहिए।
१४/०४/२०२५.
Long was the time
when there was a spark of light
everytime i move

I thought all was good
but when the storm came out
it tooks everything i knew

I sit by myself
each time the crowd sounds loud
I call out my memories
to sit beside me in this darkness

I loved myself back then
and i think now i am too
but sometimes it gets me
"What's the point of anything?"

i never know
You'll love me as long as I say
the things you want me to say.
And if I don't tell you you're lovely,
your love seems to fade away.

But you'll love me if I know the way,
the way that I've learnt to convey,
to speak in the way that you taught me,
so your love isn't taken away.

And it's making me feel quite lonely,
all these words that you're making me say.
I don't even think that you'd know me,
if we spoke when you couldn't see my face.
This one is a memory.
 Apr 12 Stardust
meka
I'm sorry, mum
That you went through all that pain
To bring me into life
For me to just waste away
And wish I wasn't alive
When you go
you take a piece of me,
and yet I am complete
more replete than I have ever been,
a fuller person than the one you would have known or seen,
I am myself, at last,
no longer victim to our complicated past,
and as we part of course there will be sorrow
for you it ends
for me I will step forward to tomorrow
Parent and child relationships are complicated things-especially when the child is no longer a child but the parent still wants to be the parent

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