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Look, if it helps
scrawl ‘ I love you’
all over the school toilets
Use braille
to defy the government
Angels aren’t made
In barracks
War is the price
we pay for ignorance
& the last time I checked
all the tickets
to that movie you wanted to see
were sold out
so lets *** text through the night
write our own apocalypse
fishing for compliments
strung out on neon lights
& don’t forget to smile
for the camera
Broken flowers & ragged breaths
she spins the earth on a piece of string
legs sailing high on the swings

her toy dog, Bruno watches
closely by a worn copy
of a linen-bound Ulysses

her latest boyfriend told her
she was ' Loopy'
& now she doubts the

sweet voices in her head
talking in sacrilege
stirring up dread

'we all have our demons'
she had replied
' But not all of us give in'

he had said
& left her standing
by the gate

to sleep
& nevermore
You've known the ***** of swords
the dresses crinoline
the corsets tight &  bold

the way the camera
lets light unfold
the restless stare

of the director
shouting ' Cut'
the many roles

that asked you
to try to do more
than you were told

the leading men
the parties
the red carpet

the list goes on
you've known it all
so Happy Birthday
It's the actress Olivia de Havilland's 99th Birthday today so I thought I'd write a poem.
 Jul 2015 Vamika Sinha
Neex
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 Jul 2015 Vamika Sinha
Neex
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I need someone,
That makes me lose track of time,
Of  *everything.
It's hard to find.
 Jul 2015 Vamika Sinha
N Paul
Introduction
There they stood; keeping silent company.
Yet of His face, wept searing electricity.

To the lovers of life*
Here they stand, keeping silent company.
No utterance dealt; yet clear in both their minds
A single, brilliant truth:

He longs for her with a savage delight.
And it cries from every fibre, exalting!
It is in the bearing of his eye;
Rifling through her tender flesh
In search of what he knows, from voices ages old, is there:
That her heart will beat for no other as it beats for him right now;
That in this moment, their Souls are bared
To each other’s glares- naked, and blemished, and cowering-
Yet his eyes remain fixed and sure:

And for this, she loves him.

For they have seen each other for the First of Times,
Truly! And as with many the Ancient Laws unfurled,
They stand aware, in lack of ever being taught,
Aware with every atom, every straining tendon tight
That their time's so very short.

And so they drink… wordless
To each other, to their youth, and to their bodies
Shining like never before in the noonday air
Garbed in cloth that snaps and furls around their waists.

They imbibe with electric eyes,
Eyes that are new born to this world of light
And come out screaming, living, and sensitive
For lack of ever being touched.
They revel in their new-found joy;
Pouring from Her figure,
Of Her sleek, supple waist and the arch of her back,
Bristling with delight,
Of His strong hands and easy smile,
That spoke of laughter scattered
Across countless campfires of summers past.

Their light does burn intense as any fire,
And when their brimming anticipation
Overspills its crimson chalice
The silence shall SHATTER.
To find peace again in each other's arms.
Fumbling in sweet darkness-

Of heavy lids, of earthy flesh,
With lips embraced...

In ravenous finality.
From a distance,
planets look just like particles:
you can't see them.

So when I disappear
into the edge of the sky,
maybe

we won't orbit each other
so much.
Maybe

you'll sleep without my
gravity
while knowing how small

I am,
but still a small
part of you

like a particle
which might be or have been
a planet.
Hi.
I summon you Kerouac
from your travels
your sad sofa days
show me the way
to the stars
Tea
I bring to you
serenity in a cup

time at
a standstill

material
for fortune-tellers

shadows
of the Empire

you drink
a bit

then spill
it

on your paper
the stains

spread
like a sunset

blotting out
bad news


* Empire - British Empire
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