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 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
Md HUDA
She is standing in front me,
And above her the celestial moon is shining
I can’t see, I can’t praise two beautiful creations at a time.

The moon is getting older, still she is the same
Moon your beauty is constant, my beloved’s one is variable.
Let me see her, she is changing.
Her beauty is decaying
Over her the sins are ruling.
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
Md HUDA
In Inferno, in a lurid inferno, smell of the dead bodies
Extreme lustful, famished, ferocious, poisonous worms are in a procession of merriments.
Swarthy, in grave swarthy, a sightless life, listening only lamentation
Coming, someone is coming towards me to help but no intention.
Having seen the face of light very little light, Brother, listen to me, “we are two souls in one.”
I see death through the death “Will you save my son?”
                          
“ Oh Mom, why are you lamenting? Why are you smacking your heart? I feel pain for that
May I get a few drops of water? I will not beg yours milk, I am not frightened by death.
From an Inferno I have witnessed another inferno
Swimming in the ocean of blood instead of crying, I am the bravado.
See mom- no tears in my eyes; get up mom to see your child’s face
You came alone? I can’t find my father’s face in this death’s race.
I will sleep mom, I will see the world through my death
In the eternal world I will call you “Mom” this is my eternal oath.
In Bangladesh an 8 storied building collapsed and more than 4 thousand people were working in that building. Thousand people died and 2500 were saved. A mother died while she was giving birth of a child in that inferno. Before the child could see his mother he died as well.
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
arham
It hurts
When the closest
Friends
Become the  furthest
Acquaintances.
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
DieingEmbers
Pen with relish

incase

you have to eat your words


:p
Poorly at moment but I'll be back soon x
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
madeline may
there's a girl who sleeps in my bed
I don't mind her too much
though I wish her nightmares
didn't make such a mess
of the sheets.

she uses my shampoo
I'm okay with sharing
I just wish she would
save me a little
conditioner.

most of the makeup in my room is hers
some of it's mine though
I prefer blushes, eyeshadows
while she collects
concealors.

and sometimes, on the right day
I see her when I look in the mirror
not very often though
I don’t really look a lot
like her.

when I look in the mirror
I see flushed cheeks, wet hair
nails need a trim
hips, a little excess
but okay.

I don’t always see cuts
bruises, starvation, memories
of self-induced punishment
three failed attempts at
"making it stop".

I don’t always see
the ghost of years ago
when I look in the mirror
but sometimes
I do.
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
arham
Everything  I touch turns to dust
Everyone I love leaves
I lay in the cold waiting
For the other shoe to drop

It should be simple
This life
It should make sense
This existence

I catch a snowflake falling
From the skies
It melts upon my touch
Denying me its beauty

The cold sizzles and burns
You'd think the cold would be cold
But ah it's scorching
It licks and gnaws

It should be peaceful
Death
It should be easy
To let go

Yet
Everything thing I touch turns to dust
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