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What is not visible
is not invisible!
What do you ponder, O moon?
Do you wonder if I too have my dark side...!
What do you smell, O moon?
Do you catch the fragrance of death that lingers my side every moment...!
What do you hear, O moon?
Do you hear the agony and screamings of an invisible broken heart...!
What do you feel, O moon?
Do you ever touch my bed at night hoping to lessen my loneliness?
O ,dear moon, you may be seven seas apart,
But you and I are one in essence and loneliness...
For every second of our lives we live to die and die to live!
              ~V.Venandi
How often it is that the moon becomes our companion during times of adversity...!Ages back on one such dark night... The moon became my lifelong companion!
 Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Hugo Pierce
As I stroll through the summer fields
The insects enjoy their afternoon picnic
I am happy to provide.
 Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Khyati
Art
 Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Khyati
Art
A writer inks down
the storm of emotion he carries
He disguises his pain
In those beautiful words
weaved to form legendary sentences.

And people think its Art!
To all the beautiful writers out there
 Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
HaleyBoo
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.
she called
herself

maybe
someone

called her
first

but now
she called

herself
doll face

porcelain

delicate
breakable

painted lips
puckered

posing for
pictures

discovering
pain lives

in paint
 Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
kaycog
For once in my life
not knowing
has become more comforting
than worrying
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