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[Querida]

Such seething words
Spoken ten-fold
Spat vehemently
Stuttered outragedly
Stammered despisedly
Could not
Sear as your silence does

[Querida]

As his papery skin rustles at my touch
I look into his once fiery cold eyes
Now all but closed and pale
Only now I gaze upon his pallidness
Ever before he beseeched to leave him be
His feverish countenance so vivid so hungry
All I saw of his fine days to be fully lazy and sated
My slumber ever unacquainted
His sombreness and secrecy ever unquestioned
Always so cold and deep
And then asudden glowing red within
Amused yet distant
Almost afeared to be near me
Yet now here he begs afore me
Dry lips move to whisper
For just one soft light
Rejuvenating
Bite

[Querida]

let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb...
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbled to rustling brown bits.
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me...
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them...
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me...
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.

[Shakthiprabha.]

oh querida,

I enjoyed every single post by u.

Words just not only sunk deep in, but played around
with emotions akin to the one described.
I just not read ur posts I LIVED UR POSTS.

Keep writing. WONDERFUL.

[Querida]

Shaktiprabha!
So our angel returns with heavenly words as well?
It is all nice to praise yet still hold back your praise-fulled poems..
let me be your admirer as well...post or direct me to your poetic posts please

[Querida]

" THANKS To YOU "

What happened here?
What? well.
No reason to get...
No! no, I don’t want to know!
What about ME?
Some attention?
What please?!?
No, now!!!
I mean it’s not like,
Well ok.
Busy
But it’s not like,
Uhhh, yeah:
Tired
like ME!
But not so same
But aren’t I your one and only
Plus two (but yeah they don’t count)
I so KNOW...

Ugh I feel SO tired
Sooooo sick
So like
Nah-uh I feel worse.
well ME too
Well not TOO
Just ME, but you were
Well I was
busIER
TIREDEST...
No rest at all...
No time for ME...
Exactly like:

But well little less
So I feel
Just bad but less
Than
YOU...

Yes.
but
well
So SHOULD i?
I mean...
can i?
No???
What me?
no, no, it’s nothing.
really....
Really???
But yeah i know that
But YOU
It's
Ok?
Sorry? Why sorry?
Uh yeah sure...
Thanks?
Just for that?
Well:
Really THANKS from
YOUR ONE and ONLY
I so KNOW...
Yeah yeah and those two...
.
.
.
NOT!

[xlntbarani]

[NM]

Queri....keep going....!! Love yr posts n the ones in the Hub mag..

[Shakthiprabha.]

hi querida,

My poems are mostly in tamizh. I do occasionally TRY to scribble some thoughts in poetic english.

If someday its as worthy as urs, I WOULD DIRECT it to U.

Good going. Plese keep writing.

[Querida]

I hate to love you:
I am always yours,
I nor you are ever mine,
but as yours, as yours...as your only own...
I yearn...
for ours.

Everloving I:
beg among the multitude,
but you are darkness' fair,
to give but kingly precious few...
an essence of alms to sustain the pleader more.

No other would befall this curse of me:
no other would want me wholly,
yet you who desired no thing of me,
live with the all of me without me ever there.

In my wounded soul:
I have placed you piercing deep,
yet still you wander...
still my heart do reap.

I wait upon the day:
where your hand will clasp your indebted one,
and ask of why no so closeness?

I will breathe the very air:
that you will move to form,
the words of change.

And there I will:
part my lips,
to sigh...
to seal.
but cry with my soul
returned,
to hate to love you:
and still why I will ever
yearn.