Photo credits to Elsie Esq.

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His words flew like wild birds on a break out,

typed haphazardly and unconsciously,

nearly escaping the essence.

Seconds were like hours with his blank mind.

No rhythm, no rhyme.

Like a few solitary reflections thrown on a blank screen

that hoped to ignite his hibernating soul,

who used to create masterpieces in a few lines, yet.

Maybe a dreamer who woke up from a nightmare

that no adjectives could describe.

The keyboard stayed silent for another minute

because his mind got distracted,

but his flame slowly tasted the timber of thoughts

and formed a story within an enlightenment.

Prose won tonight, still, the poet craved for the melody

of what was once created for the contentment of his heart.

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I saw you not seventeen hours away,

speaking in a tongue like mine.

Our distance tracked stories. Arranged

these talks, thoughts, and minds.

Our silent laughters on the screen,

reminiscent of golden dialogues.

Words appeared while changing scenes,

of a friendship echoed from our blogs.

In these lines I hoped to say,

a humble greeting in a corny rhyme.

Holly Jahangiri, happy birthday,

a late poem to bring you smile in twelve lines.

Photo credits to russelljsmith

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Surrounded by an eager crowd,

the stage fell silent.

Words came out of the blue screen

as the music started playing.

A chill of uncertainty mocked

the trepidation

underneath the brave face,

his throat scorched with flames

of a desert sun.

Time slowed to inhuman length

as each millisecond

tortuously passed. Anxious eyes

bore through the flicker of his spirit.

When the note hit the cue

and his voice was heard,

the throng was stupefied

and hushed.

Wonder and esteem

tore the air of disbelief

as the melody blended with the music.

His song was their food

and the audience was satisfied

to their heart’s content.

Image credit to Xristoforos aka Shooting Dog

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A calm surfaced
along the coastal towns,
The wind knew the news
ahead of everyone.
A tunnel of angst built from within,
that ripples of waves
were about to fall in.
Silence.
The uneasy seconds
fell like hammer,
The wave came
listless and sweeping.
Further restlessness fell
in the shadow of nature’s wrath.

Photo credits to h.koppdelaney

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Confusion lead directions to nowhere,

as reasons tried to find the proper path.

I stumble in a fray of mixed emotions,

sorted through my own intimate wrath.

My stories told of secret feelings,

of lover’s passion not knowing when to show.

Only when my memories left bits of clues,

did this unassuming mind finally know.

Distance and decisions taunt and hurt,

only time could witness, time could test.

These unfulfilled emotions ignited,

souls that met in a paradise, unrest.