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The cold strong wind blows
Freezing my fingers and my toes
THAT KIND OF NOTHING

it was that nothing kind of day
her ghost walked away thinking
"So this is what it's like to be dead?"

she sits inside her self
her body nothing but
borrowed badly fitting clothes

she makes her mouth
do talking
the ventriloquist of her self

her face in the mirror
just a painting
from some long long ago

she does dishes
like a robot learning
how to be human

can't tell you
what it is
only what it isn't

a sad shy smile
holding the whole lot of her
together...some...how. . .  

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My friend lost her husband..these are just some of the ways she tried to break through her grief with words but mostly all was a numb silence where even tears were banished. I remember her laughing hysterically and saying he would be so ******* that he was dead and would refuse point blank to believe in his own death and that he was beside her and the only place to could meet was in their shared silence.
 Feb 7 Vishal Pant
Aimée
I want you to be my forever
But I don't need you to be

And of course it will break my heart
If you decide to leave

But it will not break my soul
This will not be the end of my story

And with all that said and true
I can feel the dread fill my body

That something I can't change
Will make you unable to love me

That I'll lose out on a future with you
Because I am sick and there is no remedy
 Feb 7 Vishal Pant
daphne
my mom was drunk when she said she loved me.
i laughed as she ran her fingers through my hair.
by tomorrow, everything will be as empty as the wine bottle we shared.
we will go back to being two strangers who happen to share the same smile.
so for now, i'll be the same little girl,
embraced by a pair of fair, thin arms,
letting myself drown in the smell of fermented grapes,
and the fleeting warmth that it always brought.
 Jan 31 Vishal Pant
Pratibha
They said love is a melodious song,
A rhythm felt by two lost souls.
But in a world so materialistic,
Maybe love, too, is an illusion—
Sometimes you're in, sometimes you're not.

They said love is a bird’s soft chirp,
A peaceful echo lingering near.
But when the bird fell silent,
It was just another mirage,
A fleeting sound meant to disappear.

They said it all so true,
But fairytales know it well—
That song is fading,
A tune I wish would never end.
 Jan 31 Vishal Pant
Pratibha
Give me a call, and I’ll return,
With love that glows, with hearts that burn.
Magic will rise, a spark so bright,
Fading shadows, lost in light.

The sun will shine, the sky will gleam,
A gentle breeze, a peaceful dream.
Let go of doubt, let worries cease,
A single call—brings endless peace.

So call my name, don't be afraid,
Love will bloom, it will not fade.
A chance awaits, a path set free,
Together, we’ll rewrite destiny.
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