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 Jul 25 yogesharma
Emily
Sea
 Jul 25 yogesharma
Emily
Sea
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
 Jul 24 yogesharma
Rastislav
My body
is not an answer.
It is a question
someone forgot
to send.

Every scar is
a letter.
Every wrinkle is
a comma after someone else’s name.

Sometimes I look at it
like a letter
not meant for me.
But still
it arrived.

I open my palm
like an envelope.
Inside there's
nothing but warmth
I cannot explain.

People read my body
as they please.
Like sacred text
or trash.

And I just carry
what was given to me.
Without signature.
Without instructions.

And every day
I try
not to add a word
I wouldn’t want
someone to read
when I am gone.
 Jul 11 yogesharma
Rastislav
Once I thought
that prayers fly.
Like birds,
or like something
that doesn’t need a body
to arrive.

Now I think:
prayers sit.
Right there, beside you.
Silent.
Drinking water
like everyone else.

One such prayer
sat with me.
We didn’t touch.
But I knew
she was not alone.

I did not speak it.
I was just quiet.
And she understood
all I wished
not to say.

And then she rose.
Without a word.
And left
to the sky
that didn’t know
it would receive her.

I stayed.
Without her.
But with one thought
left
in the cup:

maybe the divine
is not what comes
but what sits
when others leave.
 Jul 11 yogesharma
rishita
I don't have wings
But I wanna know the feeling when a bird flies.
On the first day of spring ,
I wanna free myself from all the ties.
Migrating from one place to another,
The places I have been having my worn out feather.
My destination is nowhere ,
I just want to explore.
Why be knowing anyone ,
When I can know myself little more.
Thinking about bad weather can stop me from flying ,
I'll trust my feather and I won't stop trying.
One day I will fall and I want to fall like a feather.
Not too early ,
Swinging in the mid air with feathers altogether.
Feather - A poem for a dreamer .
Imagination don't have any flaws.
Sometimes the greatest prayer
is: “I don’t know what to say.”

Sometimes the most precise word
is silence
that remains after a name.

You spoke a lot.
To make something matter.
Then less.
To not spoil anything.

And in the end
there was only one left:

“I am here.
Even though I can’t explain
why.”

That is a word
that does not ask for faith.
It asks
for a place to sit.
Grant me humility
not talent
it will be the foundation
for me to learn
 Jul 5 yogesharma
Dency
I don't write when iam happy
Joy makes me dance,not think
It fills my hands with flowers
Not pens.

But sadness?
She sits me down,
Open my chest,
And spills the ink.
Language states
music suggests
between the two
the latter has greater depth
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