India

most of us feel it

not always our fault

it may be the fault in our stars

it’s a deadly weapon within

like the 7 deadly sins

some feel it alone in a dark room

or with a room filled-

with no one to talk to

the sound of silence

fulfills your thoughts-

you get so used to the feeling

with no one to talk too

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to think of the journey

you’ve overcome

yourself by yourself

because oneself

didn't believe in themself

to think yourself of something

more than yourself

to hope for a future-

with someone else

instead of just by yourself

even though we

think to ourselves

because we, ourselves, -

are all scared to be alone

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Ni

my blessing

sent too soon

for foolish of me

with my darken eyes

I stood bewildered

by what is mine

too pure for my reality

I vanished in my thoughts

when time came right

so did my heart

too broken to fix

my shattered angel

I raced my mind — lost

to lose my dimes

but soon I shall find

you-

my blessing

I’m sorry

to tangle you

I’ll let you free

my angel

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Poem Scatter

Who knows when death comes-

Except the man above

We dread the thought

To think he knows when we go

Death is less than for get

We all die — what a shame

Where our toe prints once met

Now tumbled in flames

Our memories twist

In a game of charades

Love is tender

It twist

It deepens in the mist

Faith is strength

For hope is what keep us here

We wonder when our time is near

Waiting for another year

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Segment #1

The mask I wear

it’s holding tight (prior covid) :|

what is my skin

which lead me to pretend

and not acknowledge my kin

to transform an enemy to a friend

when is life more beautiful

than with living

or a glass more plentiful

than with filling

be it joy or sorrow

or pain or pleasure

when yesterday is morrow

and gems are not treasure

life will be not life

if sun was not sun

to find no greater love than man and wife /or wife and wife ;)/

nor have done with none in fun

so be it

and let it be

and wish to get

what one can’t flee

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Soil

Her soil was nutritious

Absorbing the toxic water

Plants dipped and dive

While she was in the mist

No one bothered to save

When the poison tempted

Her soil soaked

And soon decayed

No matter her strength

It still was no power

Her soil weakened

To mud

Now she’s useless

And plants moved on

Her soil still heal

But herself

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