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I like it.
I like being here.
With my face down lying on my stomach.
Breathing.
Feeling.
Listening.
Being.
There could be a storm outside.
I wouldn't care.
As long as there is silence inside,
There's nothing I can not bear.
She confused him, that creature of The Wild.
He belonged to her, without a shadow of doubt.
But she was the moon to his sun, The darkness to his light.
She was the yin to his yang, and the throes of fire that consumed his sea.
While he conquered worlds,
She stayed trapped in her self erected prison.
And as her flew to the universe beyond reach,
She sank in a bottomless pit.
And yet,
He was drawn to her.
Like the cycle that held day and night,
And the inexplicable line between captive and Captor.
        One could not exist without the other,
        *But neither, could they exist together.
What do you do when you are drawn to the other side?
 Sep 2014 Meenu Syriac
Urmila
Wait
Hurry up!
No, you slow down
You were always faster than me, what has happened to you?
Things change
Catch up, I'll wait
Why don't you just go ahead?*
Because, my love,
We started this together,
And the finish-line without you,
Would just be my *finish
 Sep 2014 Meenu Syriac
Matthew
The painful part is how he talks like me.

I've got buckets of hands
and they all want to be around you.

The average human body is about 65% water
When I see you my body is about 88% water

I'm satisfied with approximate rhymes.
Like to rain again.
Or to lie for eternity.
I'll say your name for years, that'll sound off too.

Bobbing your head to your favorite song
You lent me an earbud
White noise

The painful part is how he acts like me.

Or maybe it isn't him,
or you,
or me,
maybe it isn't anything at all.
Wouldn't that be terrifying?
 Sep 2014 Meenu Syriac
Renae
A heart crushed
Craves love

Yet it can no longer
Trust
Without trust love cannot be
 Sep 2014 Meenu Syriac
ln
12:08 a.m.
 Sep 2014 Meenu Syriac
ln
numbness to pain does not make it
non existent
floating imaginations do not make them
unreal
(h)arsh reality does not make it
fiction
big dreams do not me(a)n they're
unattainable
high **(p)es do not mean you're
delusional
sadness does not mean
depress(i)on
happi(n)ess doesn't have to mean you're
bipolar
wanting more do(e)sn't make you
ungrateful
and all these words that (s)ociety uses against you
to make you feel

weak

unaccepted


vulnerable
&

broken



di(s)card them.

all you need,
to be happy
is positivity

*this is my promise to you.
the letters in the bracket, it's a state of mind
Still as untouched water,
Yet waiting to be rippled;
Hoping not to falter
But is mildly crippled.

As she watches the waves
Rushing to shore,
The background greys
And forgotten lands swim ashore.

A shimmer of stardust
With a ray of golden sun,
A mixture stirred
And made to stun.

A burst of clouds
Brings glittering rain,
"Forever," it vowed
"Throw away your care."

Just as echoing words
Were spoken in red,
With a hazy swirl
She's out of her head.
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