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These are some of the poems I found interesting. Enjoy.

The wet heat has drained the day of its hue and colour,
People are resting in blissful silence,
And enjoying their noon siesta unaware of outside happenings,
The world takes a break from its bustling routine,
And all is quiet.

I however am restless and anxious,
Watching the battle-field of a deadly spider
And an even more deadly scorpion,
Trees droop in their misery,
As if to say that they too are our partners
In this seasonal battle against the elements.

We are made to be savages
Animals without discourse of reason,
For the heat saps all our energy
And makes us mere slaves of our physiques,
Tempers fray and thoughtless words
Are exchanged, and many are wounded
In this fire of Summer tempers.
 

by Mitu Pithadia

The still beats of my heart,
don't you hear...
All the while telling you
I love you, Oh my dear
True love in my eyes,
Don't you feel?
The Wounds of my heart,
Can't you heal?
You are what my eyes yearn to see...
Have I not passed years
waiting for thee?
Thinking of you
I spend my days
Even In Night
You are not away...

I live for you I do say
ready to die for you any day.
 

By Lauren Ollman

And
are the risks not worth it?
Is not the possibility that one will be hurt-
the certainty that one will be hurt-
a tenuous distraction from the nirvana that
could be?
If the risk be worth it, he would say,
but will the risk be worth it?
How can one know?
There is no means of defining the degree of
the risk-
If one knew the risks, the results, the risks
would never be taken.

Love is a vacuum
and we must fill it.

To fill it,
to find the passion,
we must throw ourselves
wholly
into the black bloodless abyss.

One may fall
but there will always be
someone
to stop the fall
to cushion the fall
even if it is the cold black
peace,
it will catch and cradle and soothe the
pain.

The pain is communal
all feel it
it touches every one of them.

He feels it.

She feels it.

But he does not know
that she feels it as well.

He thinks that
she goes on through
life
unaffected
untouched
not taking the risks,
not taking responsibility for the risks.

How can she not take the risks?
She was there
from the beginning.
She said that
the risk had to be taken
by he
as well as she.

They did.

She never promised.
She warned
that the result of the risk,
might cause him pain,
might cause her pain,

It did.

She kept her pain
sub rosa- she always does.
He did not,
cannot hide.

It would have been
easier to fight
hat
but one cannot fight
what is not there.

Or should one risk one's
self- trying to fight it?
Is it worth the risk?

It is always worth
the risk.

Love is life,
life is pain.

Love is pain.

Pain can only be
acquired through risk.

To love is to risk one's
self
soul
breath
life (if life is love
to love is to
risk love)
and the risk is worth
the chance of
love
 

Wilt

 by Oreen

A smile moistened
Eyelids blinked
A rock flinched
And words tumbled out,
'for all you know...'

And I traded all I knew
all I had
for that half-second
I saw you wilt.
 

Sam Sebastian

Sitting on a broken chair
Wish you were so near
Waiting for you I'm
Counting all the time.
Cause that's all I can

Chanting all the prayers I know
Passing wind tells the time
Twinkling stars welcome night
And I am still waiting, waiting
On a broken chair

Shifted across the misty mountains
Sky is clear, not so near
Watching the sun kiss the waters
Wondering when you'll be here

Counting all the time I can
Passing smile tells a lie
Why don't you hurry the instinct?
And I am still waiting, waiting
On a broken chair

Startled to the hopeful knock
Shifting across the darkened room
Searching for the door of life
As the sun sets to rise

Changing all the views I have
Passing days tells a tale
Life is vast, got to move on
No more I will be waiting, waiting
On a broken chair