Am I still me?

your memories cling to my very skin it is hard to tell where I end where you begin they crawl all over me sparing not an inch not even the air I breathe their whispers ring through autumns and springs my mind is tormented by the epiphanies they bring days dissolve into nights with such…

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A Thousand Forevers…

they sat there freezing waiting for their coffees on a cold winter eve as time stood still whispering through mist promises they brewed and lived a thousand forevers that would never come true

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Fallen: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Shamar M. McFarlane | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 180 Fallen is a book that illuminates the idea of a loss of divinity or what we would call innocents. Every word, every line and every page means something different. They have the power to guide those who haven’t yet found their way but also can…

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An Epiphany

You tug at your ear lobe. Once, twice. You did that as our eyes met today. When I’m alone in the clouds, I imagine you doing that. You’d said, it’s when your heart’s racing past a hundred beats , when you can’t stop it from wanting something, is when you do that. I guess to…

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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

Neil Gaiman

ऐ जिंदगी…

पल दो पल ठहरकर कभी हमें भी तो देख जिंदगी तेरी मीठी शरारतों में घुलना बाकी है अभी… पल दो पल पलटकर कभी हमें भी तो देख जिंदगी तेरी नमकीन मस्तियों को चखना बाकी है अभी… पल दो पल मुस्कुराकर कभी हमें भी तो देख जिंदगी तेरी हसीन मधोशियों में बिखरना बाकी है अभी…

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Scars, like Stars…

she hides them but they peek anyway she paints them but they peel away she looks at them hard when she’s alone she relives those stories that have long gone she distances herself from the world so piercing she worries she’ll be judged reduced to mockery she aches to be sans them she longs to…

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“Dumbledore watched her fly away,
and as her silvery glow faded
he turned back to Snape,
and his eyes were full of tears.
After all this time?”
Always,” said Snape.”

J.K. Rowling

The Way that We Are– Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Priyam Acharya | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 196 ‘The Way that We Are’, is Priyam Acharya’s second collection of free verses. Developed and written almost entirely during the year of the pandemic, every work in the compilation offers a perspective into the vulnerable side of human beings – making us the way that we,…

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Words – Micropoetry

these words they could teach us to make love or start wars never known a magic so potent * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.

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Forgotten…

those wiltingleaves of the treesyou have in your backyardlong to knowhow long will youleave them morose and witheringyou won’t even lookshe’d breathed life in thembut nowyou’re their familynurture them like she didlike you’d havehad she not left

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Dead – Micropoetry

some water plants when they are buds some water them after they are dead * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.

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tell me otherwise…

on some days when the moon is hiding behind a cloud I see you through its eyes and I feel your gaze upon me on those nights I find your smell lingering in the corners of my bed when I climb in they hug me until I fall asleep you may deny it wasn’t love…

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Visiting 2020 Through – Books, Writing, Travel, & Memories.

The first couple of weeks of the New Year have slithered on and just how! The start of the year is always like being in a limbo where you are reaching out to new dreams, and old memories tag along. Somewhere then, you tuck away the past in some corner of the mind, like carefully…

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maybe that’s why…

a piece of your heart is lost in the crevices of this heart of mine maybe that’s why I know you’re missing me wanting to hold me to caress my lips to drape your body over mine like a creeper vein running up a wall maybe that’s why I know you shed a silent tear…

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You were my drug…

you were my drug the one I was bare without the one I couldn’t stop craving and even though I knew you were drowning me I held on to you like a ship does for anchor you were my drug the one I couldn’t live without the one couldn’t breathe without and even though you…

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Silences – Micropoetry

don’t speak of me to the world think of me in the silences between your words * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 *******

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Late – MicroPoetry

maybe that’s why letters always arrived late weighed down by all the love and regrets * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂

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4 am

you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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Love – Micropoetry

like a mad dog this heart went on chasing the trails of love * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry For more of my poetry, Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~  Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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