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November 17, 2019
 

Not all people are meant to be in your life. They might be the only good thing in your life at the moment but that doesn’t mean they aren’t toxic. And sometimes you just endure the pain because if could just push through, maybe you can keep them in your life- doesn’t matter in what capacity but at least they are there. So who is the real toxin here- them or you?

Isha

ORIGINAL
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November 18, 2019
 

जो एहसास जगे
किसी रोज़
तो चले आना
जो लगे डर फिर
खोने का मुझे
तो चले आना ।।

जो दर्द हो गर
किसी बात से
उस दर्द को मुझ
तक हो पहुचांना
तो चले आना ।।

जो मंज़िल हो सामने
मगर फिर भी
राह भटक जाओ
तो चले आना ।।

जो दिल्लगी के दौर में
बिखर जाओ किसी मोड़ पर,
दिल तोड़कर मिले सुकूँ
तो चले आना ।।

जो कहनी हो तमाम बातें
वो कुछ अपनी तो
कुछ अपनो की,
मगर जो, ना सुने तुम्हे कोई
तो चले आना ।।

लफ्ज़ो में जो
ना समझ सके तुम्हे कोई,
अपनी ख़ामोशी को गर
हो सुनना तुम्हे,
तो चले आना ।।

ग़ज़लों में जिसका कभी
हर शब करते थे ज़िकर
वो छोड़ जाए तन्हा
तो चले आना ।।

जो पल कुछ पुराने
याद आ जाए तुम्हे,
भूले बिसरे से एहसास
इक पल को भी
मुस्कुरा दे तुम्हे,
बेधड़क हो दिल
की धड़क में रखना हो मुझे
तो चले आना
हाँ चले आना तुम ।।।

-Rav.

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WORLD WATERCOLOR MONTH
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November 14, 2019
 

Face to face, no filter to hide.
You talked me through the tears I cried.
The moments no one else witnessed, you catalogued with tough love and dreams and hopes. You wouldn’t let me forget them.
“One day it will all be clear. One day you’ll look back on this moment and smile.
One day your broken will be the mosaic that inspires others.” She says to me;
The broken reflection of the crying girl in the mirror taught me to love me.
I buried her recently. I let time be her undertaker and progress wrote her will and there at her graveside I sang an ode for what would be - a love letter and eulogy for the memory of who I used to be. She, in her broken-hearted fight taught me to love me- and though ...

WORLD WATERCOLOR MONTH
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November 11, 2019
 

Silly thing, memories
tip-toes to us, when we barely need it.
Like the midday sun
someday it smolders our souls
and on cold winter nights
like a blanket keeps us warm.
Funny thing, memories
We forget the things we should remember
and remember the things we should forget
like a haven for immigrants
makes us a divergent
Demiurge being, memories
we run all day to collect it like it is everything
and then it gives back to life the moments that no longer exist
Mystical being, memories
shakes our existences with Deja vu
taps our souls in the form of dreams
Skillful raconteur, memories
tells us the same story again and again
changing slight small details
which we miss, mak...

COMPASS
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November 11, 2019
 

Taking a walk down memory lane

The walk begins...

WORLD WATERCOLOR MONTH
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November 8, 2019
 

Rock, Salt, Paper, Scissor was not
what i kept in my treasure.
Carrom queen and those Ludo fights,
Counting planes which was hiding in stars
that too when, we sleepover on roof every night.
Still remember the way we hide Chacha, Pinki, Nagraj, Doga,
sometimes under the mattress, sometimes behind the sofa .
Mario, Contra ,popeye we played, after winning, we celebrate.
Those 5 bucks as pocket money, Chasing Kites, oh i forgot my soft toy bunny .
More then Paperboats,I swam in the rain
Running in whole house with a sound of train

Endless childhood memories i treasure.
felt bad coz nothing lasts forever .

-Rav.

    

LIGHT LETTRS LOGO
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October 31, 2019
 

Happy Halloween
Boo.
Gosh. I need to write on her. Its like this page is my relief I can always find comfort. Its like the feeling of going home. Home. Security. Safety. I miss home. Writing makes me feel like I am at home. That I am safe to release myself into these pages. Nobody knows me like this pen and pad do.
I got so much i want to say. To catch upon on....to discuss.  But right now isnt the time for i am on my way to have a busy day with things to do. I am not dressing up for Halloween. Well for this party later tonight I will but it's relating to naughty things. Haha.
Oh I can tell you i went to universal studios fright night for the first time with my man and it was a blast. I got ...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2019
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October 30, 2019
 

we are ghosts
wandering silently,
all flicker and fade,
strangers
in a room of familiar faces
you were once a familiar face
you were once
the sweet light in the dark,
the sunshine after the storm,
all silver-and-gold
bright shimmer-star
now, i am blind
i see you
but, i do not see you
there are memories
that stain my tongue
with something bitter,
but i cannot name their flavor
they taste like beginnings,
but i do not remember
i stand in the corner of the room,
watching you,
clenched fists at the ready
because for some reason
my heart demands protection
maybe
some things are best forgotten
- ashley jane

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RUMA ZAIDI
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October 28, 2019
 

The memories are still fresh...
Thunder looming large over the horizon..
The crowd ran as if the rains frightened them..
My gaze fell upon her in a white satin gown..
She walked so effortlessly with her arms outstretched..
I could see her smile in between the streaks of lighting....
I wanted to feel the magic..
I was reborn again in the rain..
We walked through those lanes...
The puddles seemed friendly and my freedom lay ahead of me..
She breathed life into me..
The rain stopped and she left..
Each rain brings me closer to her and I smell her and feel her in them..
But it has been raining ever since in my mind...
---Marvin

ANGEL OF PASSION
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October 25, 2019
 

#WEEKLYCHALLENGE

She feels complete..
With a thought of his presence in her life.
Just to make her feel happy & alive.
Just like a warm coffee in her hand
While watching cute little turtle playing in a jar kept on a stand in her studio apartment since she chose to slow down to breathe and not to chase what's not belongs to her in this life .

-Rav.

THE EDISON BULB
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October 23, 2019
 

i craved the open road,
the quiet peace that comes
with being alone,
copper sun shining
on a burning horizon,
the highway sound carried
like whispers on the wind
i wanted to travel the world,
my heart much too big
for this small place
we would climb to the roof
and watch the dark drink in the day
we would make wishes
on moonless nights,
promises that we would escape
i was always one step away
from losing my mind
in this place
but i think i always knew
that you would stay
and you always hoped i would too
we spent our youth
in this back and forth,
but you soon realized
that my running was inevitable
i suppose,
i always assumed
that you’d still be here,
a beacon of light
guiding my eventual retu...

RETRO CAR POSTER
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October 23, 2019
 



Into the woods I run.
The old quilts tied around my neck,
     flapping in the wind.
My bare feet pad against the sodden ground.
A bears path I cross.
A deer's gaze I catch.
Time slows and imagination races.
Im a pirate bound for the Indigo seas!
An Indian princess held captive plotting her escape!
A brave warrior heading into battle her trusty stead and sword in
     hand!
Time passes the stars blink open their sleepy eyes.
Fire flies dance upon the night and magic lingers in the air.
I take the quilt tied so stead fastly upon my neck and lay upon it.
Watching the stars fly by, wishing upon their trails my hopes and
     dreams.
Then sleep tugs wistfully upon m...

OLIVER TWIST
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October 21, 2019
 

LOST (A SHORT STORY?)
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I pressed both sticky palms to the glass, eyes wide, mesmerised by the colourful fairies and woodland animals - motorised toys that danced and pranced along their circuitous routes in the shop window. "Look, Mum! That one there with the rainbow wings!" I turned and beamed at my mother standing at my side with what I hoped was an endearing smile... except it wasn't my mother. The old lady beside me coughed and shuffled her feet awkwardly.

"I'm afraid I'm not your mother, dear," she sniffed.

I shrank back away from her, staring as she moved away back into the crowd. Where was my mother? I turned and scanned the tumultuous sea of fac...

THE EDISON BULB
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October 18, 2019
 

we keep a cache of forgotten relics:
an assortment of afterthoughts
secrets stored in jade-stained eyes
a box full of yesterdays
and all the things we left behind
- ashley jane

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LUXE GIFTS
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October 18, 2019
 

they were built from the soil,
carving pathways where water flows
into the veins of the future
we exist in their bones,
where mountaintops touch ocean depths
they created us long before
our dreams were ever formed,
a divination of untamed nature
decades in the making,
a shining expanse of wilderness
taking up shelter in our souls
we contain pieces and parts
of their ink-stained hearts,
moments and memories
and mysteries from within our ancestors
written inside the thin cracks of city walls,
screaming out from the silence
but we do not listen
we hover on the edges of remembrance,
but we never learn,
too hellbent on our self-destruction to notice
the map full of warnings
we refuse to heed
(w...

POOJA WAHANE SUBMISSION
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October 14, 2019
 

Weekly Challenge: Limit=30
[jeans, megaphone pictures]

I fell in love today.

Rainbow flannel, ripped jeans.

  Could've only gotten her attention   
   using a megaphone.

     Now, the only pictures I have
       of her are in my memory.

FEEL IT WRITE IT
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October 9, 2019
 

I am nothing more
Than a page
Than a moment

Than a feed of life that's fading
Into different shades of grey

I am no more than a routine
Than a sequence
A refrain

That's replayed, reused, recycled
And rewinded every day

I am predictable
Responsible
Reliable
Redundant

I am well thought up and choreographed
Constructed and precise

I am what you see of me
What I leave for you to find

For unperceived
Does not exist

In a world outside the mind

My mind is hidden
Unshared, untrue
Can not be paraphrased

Into words, pictures or sentiments
That fit the everyday

When failing to find
How to share the mind
One forgets how to be
And who to be

Untill trails of thought
Wind up dead ended

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MADE WITH LOVE
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October 8, 2019
Palm Bay, United States

Awakened in the aftermath
rising unshackled from our past
in the light of redemptive grace
breathing in life
maybe the first time in decades
wondering at the newfound clarity
surveying monuments to memories
that populate this odd menagerie
and illuminate these storied pages
bringing purpose to the pain
a new path to follow
a new fire to burn

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 3, 2019
 

To live in the past

Oh how I long

The simpler times

When me and you got along

You were weak

I tried to be strong

You pushed me down

I dragged you along

What seemed like love

Was infatuation

It was an addiction

You were my relief

A means of feeling

A means of being

I felt alive

With a moment of hope

In a wasteland of memories






SUNSET LOVE
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October 1, 2019
 

The spaces between
each finger,
Were meant for yours.
When your hands have
Found their home.
And me in your arms.
I’m floating on cloud 9.
Each space between
my fingers,
Holds those tiny
memories of us;
Never ending;
same as our love.

LOVE IS LIKE A FLOWER
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