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Through the Wrath

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Guest Poem By : Melinda Shaffer Even through the darkness I can still see the light Facing it all with the will to fight. Time and time again Life has knocked me down But I… Continue reading

THE DEPTH

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THE DEPTH By Disha Sahni The depth to which I am connected with you, Is shallow as a sea. Deeper you are connected to me Like a flowering fantasy. The depth to which… Continue reading

A PROMISE

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                        A PROMISE BY DISHA DINESH SAHNI Then came that day You hugged me with tears You screamed,” I love you.” But, I could not hear.   Strengthening your muscles, Putting your best… Continue reading

#8 The Dream Chaser,

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Look up to the sky of love, where we soar high up above. Take me to the stars of dreams. where all of our hopes gleam. In our whole life we keep searching,… Continue reading

I push the button.

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Red! Self-destruct! I hold my breath until the water hisses. Perhaps not today. Anyway, decaf is not a volatile substance. On the couch my sister sits hunched over a Mac Book adorned with… Continue reading

Wonderful Virgin Mary

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Merveilleuse Vierge Marie… Tu accomplis des miracles, Tu incites les papillons fous à traverser les montagnes jusqu’à la Lune – même quand la pluie pleure des fleuves… Tu reverses du miel dans l’océan,… Continue reading

I’m thirsty of you, I know that you exist…

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I’m thirsty of you, I know that you exist… I will write on the wings of the eagle that my lines come down to me from heaven, I never get tired of braiding… Continue reading

DREAMERS OFTEN LIE

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By Disha Dinesh Sahni He told me he had a dream Last night, I said, me too Had it bright! He asked, what I saw? I said that; DREAMERS OFTEN LIE! He winked… Continue reading

a child in the amphitheater of the thoughts…

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http://davidionelromulus.wordpress.com/ – Translated by : Mélanie @New Playground http://balauru.wordpress.com/

A DEVOTEE

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Poem By Disha Dinesh Sahni From the deepest inks of my heart, I write this verse for thee. Coruscating memories with no lament, And that solemn touch covertly. Your existence to me is… Continue reading