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Vyakya May 2018
death, uninvited arrives
when we least expect it.

having been born into this truly
strange world we must accept
the fact that we are here
only for a while
and that
we
have
very
little
time
to make
our dreams
come true.

cry when in pain

laugh when happy

live in the
m
o
m
e
n
t
and then

move on.

death cannot be fooled
you can't hide
but until it
knocks
at your
door
you
can
live
a b
loo
dy
go
od
l
i
f
e.
Vyakya Apr 2018
(In the format of and inspired by E. E. Cummings's The Sky Was.)

the
        sea
                was
qui    et    wa
veless­
          silent
calm
         white sky
above
serene   fin   e clou
dles
s.

  be    low,
  a   bo
at
mo
      ved         s    lowly
                                   in
                                       ci
                                       r
                                       cles.
Vyakya Apr 2018
The fragile flower
lying still
on the green grass bed

the petals
dry

wind blows softly and
it flutters gently, weakly

motionless
it remains and
at
rest

changing colour
fleeting fragrance

on the green grass bed
lying still
The fragile flower
Vyakya Apr 2018
longing eyes
distant gaze
destitute heart
craving love.

face woe-stricken
tears ceased; dry
tenacious aching
unrequited love

that splendor smile
resplendent its charm
crimson lips, petal soft
luscious love

sorrowful sighs
forlorn feelings
dilapidated dreams
loveless love
Vyakya Apr 2018
frail the flower, that she held
her hands frailer still
when touched, a grody cold
a winter morning's chill

frail and fair, her skin felt
eyes closed; asleep
at life's wicked plan
how could I not but weep?

— The End —