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  May 2015 Nandini V
Francie Lynch
I need
Some Me-time.
So, I must
Turn this off,
And this,
This too,
This as well,
And this, and this...
And the TV.
And finally,
The light.
  May 2015 Nandini V
Pax

I bathe in milk
The Ripples along the water are as fine as silk
NO! This is not something I fancy
In life, sometimes you just want to try
In the end we just have to stop the stupid lie.
To live or die
To breathe or just drown
Seems everybody wears a crown
NO! I lost mine a long time ago.
Perhaps temporary is all I could have, so I dare go…
Grab what’s on hand
Never expecting high demand
Then I get lost, soaked
And a little broke
To start a new beginning
Is still out of reach, I’m screeching…
Not in pain but in the cloud that blocks the way
Wishing the fear will stay at bay
Never reaching my awful screeching
Oh CHOICES! I wish I ACTED ON YOU differently
NOT fearing disappointing those who support me.
But hey! What is done cannot be undone
I stand in what I’ve chosen, I never run…
I tried my best to stop my mouth
From reasoning-in or reasoning-out
For your choice is your own responsibility
So I stop blaming others for my problematic probability
I bathe again, in warm water this time
Hoping to wash away the disease that struck me
Faults of my own neglect
Laziness and Tiresome – and its ripple effects
Now I fear I’ll drown…

........... a type of monologues i guess....
partly inspired by this photo:
http://manuelestheim.deviantart.com/art/On-drowning-393658861

a friend of mine hit something when she said:

Sometimes we are all afraid of drowning in the choices we have made. But there's nothing to do but go on. The water of time washes many things away.
Nandini V May 2015
Her arrival  is  subtle
                       yet  so  enchanting....
never  the clock  else the calender
             can  ever  enslave  her.

Yet her arrival is painfully shattering
...the mind trying
                       to stop her in despair
and  heart  aching
                to embrace this maiden fair.

She  arrives  and with her come
                      the fascinating  dreams
                      the engulfing   passion....
                      the frightening  terror
        .the whole rainbow  of  emotion!

The heart is  conquered and  the
                                  mind encroached.
Yet  her song  is  sheer  melody..........
        her love virtuously  true..........
        her beauty  virginally pure....
        her passion valiantly brave..
        her  touch  passionately soft.

She  possesses  you  completely
and .....she  your  precious ....possession!
Just  about  how a poet and poetry
get passionately  entangled in each other.
  Apr 2015 Nandini V
Sjr1000
A
single flower
on a young peach tree
glowing neon pink
in the morning sun
a single promise
of
what we all can be.
  Apr 2015 Nandini V
ThePoet
You hold grudges,
as if you've
never wronged anyone
yourself

You bear grudges,
as if you
don't know how
much it hurts
to have one
against yourself

Remember what you've done
Remember how it feels

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