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 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
Abhijit
Every day I wake up,
It's to some news that says
Somewhere, to someone,
Something horrible happened.
And things keep on getting worse
Even children aren't spared the abuse.
I wonder what happened
To the good ol' days when
Watching our backs wasn't the norm.

It saddens me when I look around
And see people just not give a ****
It is morbid to note how narrow
Have people's business become
Though we live in a globalised world.
We need to revisit our consciences,
Look deep down inside and ask ourselves
Why are we here on this earth
If not to love and be loved?
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
Saumya
My Boat
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
Saumya
Watching the night sky,

all I want is to fly,

so far away,

where there are no hardships in the way,

away from all the worries,

in a land of fairies.



Watching life change its course,

opening and closing various doors,

I try to grab every opportunity that comes my way,

to row my boat a long way.
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
Harry J Baxter
the words sliced deliciously
drawing not blood
but ink
furious passionate ink
she was just words on a page
in a human shell
he was just
another who wanted to try
with expendable arms and legs
but still the ink came
the words sliced horizons
not vertically
so as not to ****
only to bleed
and before the cut
has a chance to heal
pens and greedy fingers
jammed into the wound
hoping to take
the last drop
of art
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
DieingEmbers
Oh blessed night devoid of light
no shadows and no stars
thy gentleness and sweet caress
as healed my many scars

How we have wept as others slept
the sleep we are denied
for no one knew I ran to you
and in your arms I died

Take me with you when day breaks through
and let this life be done
for I desire my fun'ral pyre
to shame the rising sun

Oh solemnly I swear to thee
that I can take no more
the pain the ache of each daybreak
is killing me for sure
A play on a book title
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
DieingEmbers
Can you not see I'm dying

no blade
no bullet
no poison down my gullet

no rope
no river
no liquer in my liver

no pills
no pillow
no stakes of sharpened willow

but I'm dying all the same...

dying

to be with you again



my love.
 Apr 2013 Nirmalee
helena ferpin
She gets the bus
Sits where there is always
Two seats:
One for her
And another for hope.
The hope that her beloved
Will get in the same bus
And he will sit beside her
With a broad smile
And arms
To hold her.
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