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 Apr 15 Vishal Pant
Lostling
Chest
Tight—gasp
For air
Eyes
Burn—face
Numb ******
Thoughts-
WORTHLESS
EXPENDABLE
PATHETIC-
Loop
The lies/TRUTH

Holding
my breath,
My body
becomes
a trap
too tight
Just when I thought I was doing better too
I took the blade
Sharp and deadly

I pressed it to my skin,
sliced it across
Over and over

Till the blood pooled out my arm
Leaving a deep long crater

The skin gone, cut off
Showing the pale white under-skin beneath

As I bled more than I ever knew possible
Just a short poem about some personal stuff.
TW. S.H
 Apr 15 Vishal Pant
Aditi
Someone loves me and he cares
Someone loves me and he’s kind
Someone loves me and he doesn’t swear
Someone loves me and we live our lives intertwined

How desperately I wish this was true—  
But alas one can only dream

He loves me like how the stars love the moon
He loves me like the seas love the sand
His fingers glide along the guitar, playing a tune
His ideas— so big they expand over lands

How desperately I wish this was true—  
But alas one can only dream

His scalloped finger tips skim over my books
Admiring detailed spines, childlike wonder in his eyes
My heart skips at the sight of his good looks
His eyes are midnight blue like the evening skies

How desperately I wish this was true—  
But alas one can only dream

He calls me the love of his life.
I beg him not to wait—go live your life.
But he smiles, says, “You are my life.”
And just like that, I ache to be his wife.

How desperately I wish this was true—  
But alas one can only dream
 Apr 15 Vishal Pant
S R Mats
Outside my window
Dark wings go flitting by
Like a shadowy great hand
I sit looking out, and inside I cry
A darkness is growing in this land
From the evil of men
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 !
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