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Apr 15 Vishal Pant

Fraser Wiseman

Listen

What sings the violin?
What moves the wind to chant?
No player, only playing—
no want, no can’t.

The high, the low, the broken note,
the cry that cracks the air—
all rise from the same unheard hum
that has no name to bear.

You are not the voice,
nor the hand that strums the wire.
You are the space between the chords,
the stillness behind fire.

Call it grief, call it grace,
call it fierce or fair—
every note is emptiness
dressing itself in air.

So let the music have its way,
its thunder, hush, or cry.
What hears the song was never born,
and never has to die.

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

Raphael

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

maria

Raphael

A rumble elicits before a grunt
Each slit, an inch you maim
Set by a thump: two sets of feet.
Feet slide down your back the same
Tips of fingers on a run: tap, tap, tap.

Your flick bright,
Alabaster like
An unnamed saint
I’d canonise softly, with a sigh.

A sight to see.
Indeed,
You extricate a garden off the earth
A sculptor handling bronze,
Licked in salt and sweat.
Sweetness, melanated girth.

Then you huff, close-in
Nearing my neck as a king
I first feel tired
Kneeling tightly, high, a considerable martyr

At your mercy I capsize.
I am a ship, a wreck.
So Raphael, know, when my ******* drip wholly
Into your chest and into your hands,
So is my soul. So is my heart.

#aboutdevotion #luzolo

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

Panic Attack

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

Lostling

Panic Attack

Chest
Tight—gasp
For air
Eyes
Burn—face
Numb ******
Thoughts-
WORTHLESS
EXPENDABLE
PATHETIC-
Loop
The lies/TRUTH

Holding
my breath,
My body
becomes
a trap
too tight

Just when I thought I was doing better too

#panic #attack

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

Blood pooling out my arm (TW. S.H)

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

Soul-in-poetry

Blood pooling out my arm (TW. S.H)

I took the blade
Sharp and deadly

I pressed it to my skin,
sliced it across
Over and over

Till the blood pooled out my arm
Leaving a deep long crater

The skin gone, cut off
Showing the pale white under-skin beneath

As I bled more than I ever knew possible

Just a short poem about some personal stuff.
TW. S.H

#selfharm

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

One Can Only Dream

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

Aditi

One Can Only Dream

Someone loves me and he cares
Someone loves me and he’s kind
Someone loves me and he doesn’t swear
Someone loves me and we live our lives intertwined

How desperately I wish this was true—
But alas one can only dream

He loves me like how the stars love the moon
He loves me like the seas love the sand
His fingers glide along the guitar, playing a tune
His ideas— so big they expand over lands

How desperately I wish this was true—
But alas one can only dream

His scalloped finger tips skim over my books
Admiring detailed spines, childlike wonder in his eyes
My heart skips at the sight of his good looks
His eyes are midnight blue like the evening skies

How desperately I wish this was true—
But alas one can only dream

He calls me the love of his life.
I beg him not to wait—go live your life.
But he smiles, says, “You are my life.”
And just like that, I ache to be his wife.

How desperately I wish this was true—
But alas one can only dream

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

Outside of Our Normal

Apr 15 Vishal Pant

S R Mats

Outside of Our Normal

Outside my window
Dark wings go flitting by
Like a shadowy great hand
I sit looking out, and inside I cry
A darkness is growing in this land
From the evil of men

Mar 13 Vishal Pant

Resonance

Mar 13 Vishal Pant

Geof Spavins

Resonance

To hear,
Catch sound
In flight.
A whisper,
A hum,
Day or night.

Listening digs,
Heart's core.
Empathy blooms,
Understanding soars.

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Hear is
Catching sound,
Fleeting, clear.
Listening’s connection
Truly sincere.
Paths diverge,
Surface-bound,
Listening dives,
Truths found.

Mar 13 Vishal Pant

Eventually

Mar 13 Vishal Pant

Dom

Eventually

Further from then
But long away from today
Everything in circles
As time runs the play.
I’n running out of cycles
Tumbled dry and crumbled
Wishing I had the right words to say.

Well I never thought
In the years I’ve lost
In all I’ve given up,
That I would find a love
That stayed and said I was enough
Even if the world breaks away
I’ll be home, eventually

Well I can’t go back,
The road is brittle and broken
Bury the past, with heart half opened
Dissected to divide
And in my half I can’t decide
Who I was and where I begin
But I’ll be home, eventually

And I wish,
Upon a burning star
One last kiss
Loving you from here to mars
Find my worth
Beyond the skin and scars
I want to be something more
Better off ,
Getting lost in the dreams
I can’t go back, no
I can’t go back

I’ll be home eventually

Song I freestyled and wrote down after playing my guitar

#lyrics #acoustic #time #past #present #midlife

Mar 13 Vishal Pant

Souls

Mar 13 Vishal Pant

Aslam M

Souls

Beautifully entrapped in our bodies.
Bounded with Constraints.
Thinking we are free.

Wandering across the Universe.
Earth being one of its Stop.
Some stay for long
While others escape fast.

Mar 13 Vishal Pant

The Weight of Love

Mar 13 Vishal Pant

Bhavish Bopanna

The Weight of Love

Love—what a cruel, magnificent burden.
Like a man dragging his chains,
I walk toward you, knowing full well
the rust will eat through my flesh.

I do not love you kindly.
I love you as a starving beast loves its last meal,
as a dying man clings to the memory of light.
You are neither salvation nor ruin,
yet I tremble before you as if you were both.

What is love if not suffering?
A wound we press against our ribs,
a fever that shatters reason,
a prayer muttered in the dark
to a God who does not answer.

And still, I love.
Because without this pain,
what else is left of me?

Finally a masterpiece

#love #philosophical #suffering