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Birdwings by Rumi

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
Up to where you are bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes, and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.

AUTHOR- Rumi

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Stop All the Clocks by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East, and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Author – W.H. Auden

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I will keep it safe – Andrea Gibson

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place,

the place they can put everything they know they need to survive,

every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer,

and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe.

AUTHOR- Andrea Gibson

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How the Cynic Falls in Love by Kait Rokowski

When I realized I loved you 

it was not romantic 

Not flush with pink roses & wine

but rather normal 

Rather standing in line at CVS

clutching a four-pack of peanut butter cups 

& cold medicine

It was a quiet realization 

Like checking the weather I was currently standing in 

“Huh. It’s a bit warmer

than I would have guessed.” 

Author- Kait Rokowski

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One By One by K. Augustus

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More than anything
I wanted to heal you

to dip my hand
into the icy raging river
of your pain

and draw out polished stones
one by one –

Author-K. Augustus

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Warp Of Woven Relations

All the friends left,

The warp that was woven from the thread of relationships,

I had heard all the talking of the knots

the hand that grows of love

they all left behind

The lamps with which this courtyard was illuminated

fearless of the wind

they all broke

whenever the step was lost

I was blown away whenever we were

life at a turning point

the weather turned sour

all friends left

saw the sky covered with clouds

Saw the rays of the sun stopping in front of it,

the color of life seems faded

When the relationship got out of hand,

all friends left

Whenever look at the face in the mirror,

Found an image of own likeness

Who is connecting the scattered character of someone

the lines were all that broke

all friends left..

Author – Samarjeet Singh

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My Life is Full of Pain

My life is full of pain,

From the beginning 

I am only losing in spite of gain,

Tears keep rolling down from eyes like rain,

None of my dreams became fulfilled,

By the hands of time,

On every turning of life,

I am being killed,

Frustration becomes my friend,

Tragedy is now my trend,

Catastrophe seems my impression,

Shining times look like an illusion,

Which will never come again,

From the beginning,

I am only losing in spite of gain,

My life is full of pain.

Author – Samarjeet Singh

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How the Cynic Falls in Love by Kait Rokowski

When I realized I loved you 

it was not romantic 

Not flush with pink roses & wine

but rather normal 

Rather standing in line at CVS 

clutching a four-pack of peanut butter cups 

& cold medicine

It was a quiet realization 

Like checking the weather I was currently standing in 

“Huh. It’s a bit warmer

than I would have guessed.” 

Author- Kait Rokowski