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 Mar 2022 Surkhab
Traveler
The consent for war
is constantly being manufactured
and simply fed to the sleeping masses…
War is not good for us
nor our societies…
We are all part of a collective,
the nature of divinity!
Love thy neighbors
is still the golden rule.
We are mere humans
and war is a drowning pool!
Traveler Tim
 Mar 2022 Surkhab
Eshwara Prasad
When emotions that needed to be
alive mixed with lifeless promise­s, 
the result was a massive let down.
Like the earth and the moon...
Who gravitate together...
Or like the night and the stars...
Who come and go together...
Or a bird and its shadow...
Flying together...
Or a rose and its petals...
Blooming together...
Or the morning and the mist...
Greeting the sunrise together...
There is no better friendship than that of a  mother and daughter...
A bond stronger than all the gravitational pull...
Or all the stars together...
It is an eternal bond...
All the rose petals together would not be enough to describe that bond...
But that is OK...
Mother and daughter are like a rose and a petal...
So Unique and special...
This is a tribute to two best friends...
 Mar 2022 Surkhab
Mystic Ink Plus
If you feel
Ordinary
Just an ordinary

I highly recommend you
To meet
Your own Picasso
Or may be Leonardo
Or someone like them

They all are
Best in their class
To portray
Extraordinary
Out of you

There is something
Within you
That needs to shine

Acknowledge that
There: Alchemy

Silent whispers
Purple spoke to pink
Lavender winked
Somewhat convinced
Sugar red hibiscus
From his bed of green
Sprung into the conversation
With purple and pink
Yellow blush
Nine o clocks
Had to attend the briefing
By the sun
In his next meeting
The flowers seemed not to be in a rush
All, recently bloomed
They had moments enough  
To live
They tried to make the most of it
Under the rays of the sun
Flowers 🌸 🔆🌿🌿
Written - 23/07/2021
 Mar 2022 Surkhab
Hooria Iftikhar
Child,
Why did no one
eve teach you
that you cannot
turn people
into homes?

People are rivers,
ever changing,
ever flowing.
They will disappear with
everything you put
inside them.

Still,
your home does
have a heartbeat.
But it isn’t one
locked in
anyone else’s
chest.

Just
look inside
your own!
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