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To hear,
Catch sound
In flight.
A whisper,
A hum,
Day or night.

Listening digs,
Heart's core.
Empathy blooms,
Understanding soars.

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Hear is
Catching sound,
Fleeting, clear.
Listening’s connection
Truly sincere.
Paths diverge,
Surface-bound,
Listening dives,
Truths found.
 Mar 13 Vishal Pant
Aslam M
Beautifully entrapped in our bodies.
Bounded with Constraints.
Thinking we are free.  

Wandering across the Universe.
Earth being one of its Stop.
Some stay for long
While others escape fast.
Love—what a cruel, magnificent burden.
Like a man dragging his chains,
I walk toward you, knowing full well
the rust will eat through my flesh.

I do not love you kindly.
I love you as a starving beast loves its last meal,
as a dying man clings to the memory of light.
You are neither salvation nor ruin,
yet I tremble before you as if you were both.

What is love if not suffering?
A wound we press against our ribs,
a fever that shatters reason,
a prayer muttered in the dark
to a God who does not answer.

And still, I love.
Because without this pain,
what else is left of me?
Finally a masterpiece
 Mar 13 Vishal Pant
Ankush
I stare at stars waiting patiently,
For it to come to me as it blinks,
Through My eyes which is humid,
I wait in the dry wind.
I stood up tired , as I wait the
Clouds to be  cleared , and the stars
It Hid,
I want the stars again to shine
And the moon to dwell the sky as it
Caress it , all I do now is longing for
Peace that bestowed once upon me !
Won't
You
All
Come
To
Recognize
Yourselves?
Our love waltzes
And mingles with the salsa ballerinas
Sighs of moonlit waves

Reynaldo Casison
You gave away all you had to a lame who said
'I’ll call you back'
I saw your face
I saw his name on your neck
I thought you wouldn’t be the same
Until you looked back at me
And waved
For a second I thought you were being funny
Then I heard him call you honey
I don’t understand
Was there a plan?
I don’t know much but I can tell
There’s a place you stand when it comes to man

Isn’t it funny
Isn’t it funny honey
oil pond mirrors the darkness the november

day                  sun draws white against the grey

this       leaf  lays on earth

there is no god

not hungry nor otherwise



you look at me straight and ask the past

and briefly I say & say there is no god



you did not smile nor shout you are the deadest thing

dead down .              no smiling  despite birds gone  by



on greasy wings                       .i remember your look

your face

drawn grey as mourning doves

that remind

for me there is no god
 Mar 13 Vishal Pant
Akriti
I started my journey alone,
into the unknown.
Alone I may be,
but not lonely,
for my dreams are with me,
to keep me company.
I don't know where my destination is
it is the journey, that is my goal.
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