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Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
Reach further, she's there
Can't you see her?
She gazes and prays
She turns and cries for shifts
Within her
Without her

Succinct tongues speak out of turn
Slicing thoughts of strength
Lower she stumbles fading into shadowed
Currents, locked between steel
The skies trample and snap
Delicate curves of the heart

Flesh appears by chill
Breathy ice tickles tunnels of sound
Touching, moving all nervousness
Arising north, present and dangerous
Nourished opportunities hanging
Churning flaws and mistakes

What spine shivers against the blade
One cleave to tear deeper
And another to consume the decomposing
All who bathe under the stars beware
For hearts beat in the fingertips
Rotating to echoes of tomorrow
 Mar 2013 Destiny Diadem
ulflyr69
I hear you smile, though you do not
speak.
It's the laughter in your eyes
I really seek.

Strange that two shall join together
and be as one,
yet never really touch,
when to another, a smile means so much.

Fantasy is sweet,
but would we dare?
And those whose lives
we share?

They do not understand
our true desire.
They give us only warmth,
when we need a fire.
As the ocean
sat on your tongue
and waited to flood over me

you've disarrayed the stars
and draped them
on my skin.

My exhausted blouse and your restless jeans
are the sheer reminders
of our unimpeding infinity.

And as I locked
your waist
between my legs

The world quivered
then burst
into a series of flicker and flames.

This is how I shall remember us:
We crave a love so deep
the ocean would be jealous.
I'll miss you when you part
A tear blinding my sight
heading towards the light
You put up one hell of a fight
I'll miss you with all my heart
Lush mango groves
where  the musky scent of mango blooms
once wafted making the
bulbuls sing in ecstasy
from morning till sundown
                  are reborn as gated communities,
                  where grim seriousness parade.

                      In sun drenched vineyards,
                      shadows of dreams,
                      wanting to dress up as IT parks, spread.
                      Bangalore barters its  medley of colors and smells
                      for prosperity in terms of greenbacks,
                      as people learn to be 'smart' players,
                                       and more and more get 'Bangalored'*
                                       from around the world.
Corn fields that danced to the tunes
of  the songs of  toiling farmers
go missing within days.
To match with the new mood,
nature, in this green paradise, till not so long ago
shamelessly wears the  unnatural with style.
*Bangalored: The word, an American coinage means outsourcing work
by multinationals to cities such as Bangalore known as silicon valley of India, to save money.
 Mar 2013 Destiny Diadem
Kittu
Continuous Guidance
No, not for a child.
For you and me.
How? Why? You can ask.
Mind is a child.
It reacts to people.
It reacts to situation.
It reacts to environment.
It moulds like clay,
And then stays that way.
Not wrong.
But be sure to mould it in the right.
That’s what I meant.
Continuous guidance
like a child.
At every step.
At every feeling.
At every action.
Guidance.
Mind is a puppet too.
Some people play with it.
Some situations play with it.
Be careful then,
A good person turns bad when,
It is played with.
You cannot run away.
You cannot hide.
From your own mind.
It is your baby,
It is your child.
If you don’t care,
Who will?
Guide it.
Watch over it.
But don’t think to leave it.
Forget it.
The mind will be mindless then.
It will hurt, when its hurts.
It will hate, when its hated.
It will be angry and stubborn.
And the people you love will suffer.
If you care for the people you love,
Care for it.
Care for your mind,
So it may learn to care more.
 Mar 2013 Destiny Diadem
brooke
I wish i had
the capacity
for affection.
(c) Brooke Otto
You can burn me a thousand times
And I'll keep running back
I suppose I prefer heart burn
Over a heart attack
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