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A Naked Woman

I feel so cold,
Draw the wraps closer to me,
Yet it’s scorching as far as eyes could see.
I remember the time you told your friends,
“That’s the naked girl I sleep with”.

They marveled, for they had never,
Naively querying ‘bout the cost for the night.

“Nothing”, “she’s my girl, so it’s free alright.”
They secretly smirked,
Wondering about the novel introduction.
“Welcome to my world”, you said.

Ever since, I have been covered up,
I feel so cold,
I take more wraps to cover my soul,
And my sole identity.

The identity of a naked woman.
 
Shruti Goswami

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  170.     

Gap Of Loneliness

Sifting through daily activities, searching for clues to an
innate identity does not satisfy any inner yearnings.

Quietly forbidding, the essence of creativity lies waiting
in darkness.

Shells of innocent partaking, unfold silently from beneath
folds of life, uncompromisingly tepid, on wings of wax,
stepping lightly forward, always looking back.

Sandwiched are thoughts of yesterday, between insurmountable
barriers rarely ever seen, scaling the very edges of life, mountainous depths are keenly felt within.

Scattered alternately are breaking of ancient rules, falling
through vent shafts of cruelty, solidly breaking walls of
humility are the wrecking balls of life.

Countered unhesitatingly throughout many years, life-long
ambitions are only puddles of tears filling the gaps of
loneliness, rinsing clear, the small identity of someone dear.
 
RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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  171.     

No Commitment

No commitment
Just purpose.
No faith
Just weak trust.
The life?
Just one more desire.
The love?
Just strange liar.
No surrender
Just false ego.
No care
Just mercy flow.
The respect?
Just identity suspect.
The service?
Just selfishly publish.
No identity
Just unknown entity.
No dependence
Just lonely existence.
The fear
Just inside prayer.
The God?
Just I myself.

Copyright © Shiv Abhishek Pande
 
Shiv Abhishek Pande

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  172.     

Lethargy

I wake up to my alarm’s blaring beep
I would just roll over and go back to sleep
If it weren’t for my alarm’s blaring beep

I walk down the stairs my eyes drooping closed
I’m sure that exhaustion is how I’d be diagnosed
As I walk down the stairs my eyes drooping closed

Consuming my breakfast, not sure what I’m eating
Not hearing my parents’ morning greeting
As I finish my breakfast not sure what I’m eating

Stumbling to first hour, not thinking about school
But only how these starting times seem oh so cruel
As I stumble to first hour, not thinking about school

Nodding to classmates, not sure of there identity
Only thinking of my bed’s beckoning serenity
As I nod to my classmates, not sure of their identity

I wish to be at home, in my cozy, sleep-inducing bed
Not stumbling around school, resembling living dead
I’d rather be at home, in my cozy, sleep-inducing bed
 
Cal Gillette

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