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Not for Parents – A Poem by P.K. Deb

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At the age of late teen age–
he with his thousands of twin brothers
leaves their paternal village,
sets a journey to unknown destination
hands over their tiny income to parent–
hoping a higher and handsome income
they will earn for their dear parent.

The vehicle- used in their journey,
runs fast as the race of time.
A town stands on their way, stops the vehicle
and checks them box by box with inquisitive eyes,
the face of the town glitters
in the reflection of their
transformation into adulthood.
They receive a higher income
from the blissful town,
Alas! The income is snatched
and pocketed by a stranger
and their parent get a thumb to suck

Again the journey runs for a few hours
until it is stopped by a city–
rich, colossal and handsome.
The same influence of
their enchanting colour and freshness,
the happy city feels good to raise their income
and to be democratic in distribution.
How sad! They and their income
both are shared by many gentlemen–
living in the city while their parent–
the poor villagers get another thumb to suck.

Love Relationships – A Poem by Joanne J.

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when promises come, and float away, like dandelion fluff in the
breeze

when your eyes turn inward to find out why, you ever even tried to
believe.

when you remember the time and the place that you felt your heart
break,
and swallowed the lump in your throat.

that is where you try to prepare, for the beginning of the end.

all the while, this foolish, childish heart yearns for the strength to
keep hoping, keep trying,
keep treading further down this dead end road.

Funny, or maybe not… that I laugh and tell others, “run, Forrest
run!”
but have not the will to run for myself.

I feel the hot tear on my cheek, as yet another page turns toward the
ending of this love story.

“When will you learn”… the words of well-meaning friends, has been
asked of me all my life.

When it comes to affairs of the heart……. NEVER, seems to be my
constant answer.
If the choice must be made to not love, or to feel passion, love and
loss.

I have already chosen.

as another tear slips slowly from my eye. I resolve to ask brain to
make heart sit the next step out.

heart, go sit quietly with your memories, and try not to ache as we
pull us up, and prepare to look at the day with blinders off.

This will hurt a bit.

The Chiding – A Poem by Naduni

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“You are too hard and inflexible!”
You chide me, your face on fire
“You are overly sensitive and emotional!”
I point out, tactfully reverting the chiding.
But deep within I know,
I was too harsh on you
(Not that I wanted to, in a way I had to)
And I also know
That I have become hard and inflexible
Like a plant, after intermittent beatings
Of the weather, grows into a massive tree
Nothing can bend.
But all the same your sweet self,
Funny, silly and cute self
Reminds me how once I was.
You are several years older than me
Do I envy you for your inborn gentleness
Still staying with you?
No my darling, no.
I only fill with fear
Fear for you being transformed
Into myself,
On a day not far away.

Love Comes and Goes – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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Love comes and goes
Usually not on a timetable
There’s no formula for the right love
But stay in the game always
Never quit
Open yourself up
Don’t be afraid
He’ll find you
Or you’ll find him
It’s a dance
A celebration
Not without pain
But always worth it
Just because…

Unbuttoned Life – A Poem by P.K. Deb

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Let me live an unbuttoned life
To feel the sorrows of the society,
And allow myself to circumscribe
By a divine girdle of honesty.
Let me spend the tumultuous days
To break dozing and day dreaming
And to rub the depressed to erase
The loneliness to make life cheering.
Let me enjoy the dreamful nights
To obtain a zeal for better tomorrow
And a luminous knowledge which fights
To drive out the darkness of sorrow.
Let me enjoy a delightful intermission
To establish myself on the peak of pleasure.
And return again with a new incarnation
To reform the society with suitable measure.

Retaliation – A Poem by P.K. Deb

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Amazingly, the ball is flying back to me,
my protruded eyes witness
its dreadful spinning and speed;
and the haughty heart shrinks and realises
a ruinous sequence is to be ensued.

A few moments back…
my high-strung racket stroked
the ball and posted it
to the inaccessible address of the rival.

As over-powered I was
by my pride and contumacy
so was over-confident on my skill
and was over-optimist too to obtain
the last achievement, the game point.
My body, mind and soul were prompt for
the hilarious clapping and warm felicitation
and blissful too in watching
the Samba of day-dream around me.

Suddenly, a pin-drop silence paralyses
the tumultuous environment
and I am landed back from the fantasy to the reality.
My sensation and perception are astonished by
the retaliated ball which is repelled
and addressed to a tough corner of my court.

“Oh God, please save my game,”
a bubble of importunity comes out of my heart–
almost haunted and blocked too,
still tempts me for the last effort.
Tighten my loose grip, raise the racket,
jump over to the ball to reach beneath and blow.
my eyes shut their doors,
maybe, ears also reluctant to hear
the consequence of my last struggle for existence.

Connection – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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like gloves that fit perfectly
two eggs sunny side up
finishing your sentences
Connection

bumps in the road
using humor to defuse
knowing it’s temporary
Connection

answers without questions
a sip of your coffee
the road is long
Connection

karma
skin
imperfection
Connection…

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