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  Apr 2014 Zabada Zipporah
Hayleigh
Raindrops dance on my shoulders
as the fires inside of me
begin to smoulder.

Distraction is an amazing thing.
  Apr 2014 Zabada Zipporah
Jayanta
It is a temple
Where we pray and learn!

It is an abode
Where we congregate and share!

It is a garden
Where everyone blossom!

It is a bastion of contemplation
Each of us sanctify with thought!

It is foliage
Reflects our friendship and wisdom!

It is a castle
Where we find out our hymn to lead a life!

It is a stream
Still flowing and giving elixir of life!
Dedicated to the days of Indian Institute of Forest Management (IIFM), to our teacher, class mate and fellow friends.
  Apr 2014 Zabada Zipporah
Jayanta
They will come and
Bliss us!

They will come and
Animate us!
They will come and
Resume us!  

They will come
So, we decorate our abode!

They will come
So, I go for fishing!
They will come
So, she bakes cake!

They will come and
Make us vibrant! Nascent!  
We are waiting for them
Year after year................
They will come.........
Bathe us with music and chortle......
Dedicated to Uncle Harka Bahadur Thapa. I met him three years back in Samrung (a village in Udalguri district of Assam,India). He was of 91 years. He came to this village at the age of seven with his father from a village of present Dargeeling in search fertile agricultural land. At that time entire area was full of jungle, they struggle a lot to establish their village with five families (now it is 120). Uncle Hraka Bahadur realizes later on, that even though he has good agricultural earning, he had no education. So, he gave outmost priority to educate his two son (the only children), they achieve it, well establish themselves and stay in abroad, working there.  When I met him, both of them (Uncle Harka Bahadur and his wife) were very busy with preparation to welcome their sons, daughter in-law    and grandchild; after twenty years they are visiting Samrung.  Still I remember their smiling face! Truly waiting for children to see their smile is something different........
Zabada Zipporah Apr 2014
miles apart

heart to heart

sign to sign

our power circle

the moon

i still feel you
for my best friend , i miss you
Iyonna
Zabada Zipporah Apr 2014
feeling like another sleepless night
on the block, **** get dark in the daylight
but i hold my peace, fall asleep to
the rhythms of her breathing.
my thoughts are so deceiving
but my mind is knowing
eyes on my toes.
tell my feet to watch where they're walking
im in a circle outside the box
that all the unloyal ****** in
and im running from the courts
they tryna lock me in the pin.
i put my mind on my money
switch my heart to cold
loose fear when i walk out my front door.
****** is strapped so im staying strapped too
because its the ones that fear you that will **** you
so i keep it breezy and kind
eyes locked to theirs
so before they make they're move
i can make mine.
back in philly my family had it hard so my brother's fell victim to that life style. so this is me talkin as if i were them.
for john, free you baby
for zay, stay street smart
i never thought
i was the type of girl
whose tragedies turned into fears
until i caught a glimpse
of my demons
creeping back up on me;
this time,
they came from the reflection
in your eyes
instead of his suffocating tongue
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