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 Jul 2015 Shivendra Om
niamh
Programmed to programs,
harbingers of doom,
we drink in shadow
and drown in darkness
leaving no room
for infusion of light,
dragged into
pits of despair
losing sight of
the illuminations
that surround us.
Acting like
shepherless sheep
trapped in a pen,
when the very field that we crave
is ours for the taking
if only we could take that last brave step
towards contentment
 Jul 2015 Shivendra Om
niamh
The memory of your kiss
In my dreams
Rips through me
Like greek fire
That not even
The pain of waking alone
Can douse
'Greek fire' could not be extinguished using water
 Jul 2015 Shivendra Om
Just Me
**** curves, addictive words.
Sweaty bodies,
Lust is born.
 Jul 2015 Shivendra Om
Just Me
Curse end.
And let me sleep before night descends.
Insomnia *****
I'm in a race with time
trying to find
what was lost
is now mine
a peace of mind.
I am free

Nothing to hide
nothing to fear
shadows fade
light is here
yet I hear
like horses galloping,
wings soaring,
and dolphins chatting
I am free

I see
but do not
dreams forgot
the thrill the rush
an escape from
night and day
I need to see
all of me
and be free

death dying gone
back again
wrong
deeper further
sound unite
flying feeling
strength and might
all of me
to see
yet I am free

space and air breathe
back to life
healthy happy
no more strife
good and bad
all of me
here to stay
I am free

dancing,
heartbeat,
melody,
rhythm,
writing,
poetry
train tracks clacking
through the rain
thunder roaring
flames like fire
lightning
thrilling
searching
finding
knowing
all of me
soon to see
what will be
I am free

like the wind
on my skin
like a sail
off to sea
I am free
I am free
 Jun 2015 Shivendra Om
Ata
Jailed in love
they graze its heart
expand its structure
to flutter the blood
 Jun 2015 Shivendra Om
Ata
A leaf
 Jun 2015 Shivendra Om
Ata
As a leaf of your tea
I fall into it
As a blow of its aroma
that is sent with the green wind
I pleasure it
 Jun 2015 Shivendra Om
Ata
Cloud
 Jun 2015 Shivendra Om
Ata
It hides behind rain
a visible remorse of
suspended sky
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