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The Breeze, vision and vocals are the symphony; a life of cacophony.
Our minds, thoughts and faculties are the metronome of symmetry.

In sync and designated for Perfect harmony.
A whisper or a shout, a wave or an embrace, all a culmination of physicality.
Stare deep into the soul of melancholy – a shell of similitude. A replica of what will do.

A craft of severance, a sheer slip in happenstance, a flippant glance of remembrance.
Lost in circumstance, revitalized without a chance.
Aloof and fuddled in ineptitude circumvents relevance – gleaming for something better understood.

Trying to approximate our existence in measures of dates and occurrences leads us further from the promises.
A life void of destitute situations, spawned by oracular vibrations.

The wind and words are the sound of decisions observed through the imperial lens of confusion.
Our heads keep spinning with the deity that’s most trendy and what couldn’t save the ancient empires from sinking.

Volumes of thoughts surfacing. Where am I, what’s happening? I can hear it – someone’s speaking.
An echo of the world’s catastrophes, the undulating quake of epiphany.

The shimmering strobe is electrifying. It shouts thunderously through the void, penetrating the waning reluctance intensely.
It engulfs my everything, filling my being intrinsically.

The blood, the water, the life force that keeps my heart beating; your the source that keeps my eyes seeing.
The accolade of camaraderie. The absolute origin of everything.

Movements, thoughts, speech the delicate imbuement of things real or imaginary.
A well spring of inspiration, a spirit of information; seeking you springs a youth of education.

Through the waves roaring or the leaves rustling; it’s up to no one but me to decide if I’m listening.
Real or faux, the splendor of the unknown elicits hope. A subsidiary of grandeur a sense of carnality; a familiarity of duality. Someone who illustrates the fundamentals of caring.

Wake up. Realize your prominence is deafening. Maybe we’ve always existed and we’re just waiting for something to breathe us into affirmation. An answer that reveals the belief or question; it’s the epoch of infatuation.

Love, Lust and Betrayal are at the center of life’s devastations, but if we look upon you, we’ll unequivocally recognize that we aren’t bound by deluded limitations.

You are the creator and we are all of your creations.
Soon enough all knees will bow and every eye will see, we aren’t shackled and struggling, we are free.
In you we are free.

I have autism which makes me special just like you
I have weaknesses and strengths too

I want you to know things, that may be hard for me to show
Please be patient with me and help me grow

Life may be filled with people, but it’s hard to approach
Sports, I like to play, but never the right coach

Noises and sounds can be too much to hear
I’ll gladly accept you covering my ears

Some fabrics of clothing can cause pain to my body that’s so severe
Please don’t touch me without asking or stand too near

I may be socially awkward because I’m usually alone
But that’s not a choice, I made on my own
I may think a bully wants to be my friend
I struggle to start conversation and don’t know where to end

I may need an aid, a schedule and/or routine
I may think you’re friendly when you’re actually mean

My brain doesn’t develop the same way as yours
Some food I won’t eat due to its texture or more

I may have a meltdown that could last or fly by
I want to tell you but don’t understand why

Something you say I may misunderstand
I’d rather you show me so I can understand
I am very smart, but may need some extra help too
It may be hard to participate in the same things you do

If you see me sitting alone, I don’t want to be
It’s hard to ask, but I’d be happy if you joined me

I’d love to be your friend, I really do
But I don’t know how and need some help from you

I may have autism and sensory issues too
That may make me different, but never less than you

It’s a crime

It’s a crying shame

We commit atrocities

It’s not an anomaly

For trivial reasons

We’ve murdered trillions

Why remain on the fence?

When innocence is a punishable offence

Animals in peril

Animals free from danger

Which is stranger?

We are who they fear

We are who they trust

Being friends is a must

The deep-rooted sadness of the deserted streets
The familiar incense scent at the Kali temple
little girls in red and yellow saris
the punctual evening chatwala with his oil lamp lit
the addictive melancholia the joy, the warmth
the climbing tomatoes in my grandmother’s garden
the trail of fallen leaves
My city is home

Poem by Chandrani Banerjee

When my daughter smiles, a new world unravels at her feet.
When my daughter stares at me with wonder, my heart breaks into a thousand pieces and heals all at once.
My daughter brings sunshine and rain. She summons angels and gathers fairies. Flowers blossom at her touch, lilies and daisies.
My daughter is a butterfly. She blinks, the world surrenders.

I saw you in my bedroom, when I was just a boy
You’d come at night
Turn out the light
Call me your pride and joy

Your visits never lasted long, you were a busy guy
My days were full
I went to school
I’d see you passing by

We’d sometimes get together, and stop to shoot the breeze
But it grew rare
Good times to share
Were few and far between

I’m looking back at what we had
And what it could’ve been
Who knew one day we’d stop and say
I wish you were my friend
If we try before I die
We might at least pretend
That there is love between us
Let’s seize the day again

I heard you moved to Vegas, and found yourself a wife
It made me glad
To hear you had
A promising new life

Our phone calls were important, once or twice a year
They made it feel
Like you were real
Before you’d disappear

You said that you would visit, and spend some decent time
But times were tough
And sure enough
We fell into the grind

I’m looking back at what we had
And what it could’ve been
Who knew one day we’d stop and say
I wish you were my friend
If we try before I die
We might at least pretend
That there is love between us
Let’s seize the day again

When I finally saw you, old and frail and gray
Your fading spark
It touched my heart
That time had slipped away

I didn’t come to hurt you, or saddle you with grief
The blame we spilt
And all that guilt
Made life seem really brief

I came to hold your hand Dad, before I let you go
You’ve always meant a lot to me, I just want you to know

I’m looking back at what we had
And what it could’ve been
Who knew one day we’d stop and say
I know you were my friend
If we try before I die
We might let our hearts mend
Cuz there is love between us
Let’s seize the day again

“Sitting in serenity isn’t always peaceful
Sometimes its charging into the fight, you know the whole finding order in the chaos?
Well i live in the eye of a storm thats been raging long before i was born
And the day i came into this world was when this storm laughed in gods face
Telling him that he will create a new heaven for this young man
Though true to it may be, father time is selective with the grains of sand he puts in everyone’s hourglass
And as for mine he left it broken to leave me here questioning life for what may seem an eternity
Now mother earth has given me an ultimatum
To choose to stay here and explore the realm of creation
While the raging storm follows over head with father time trailing behind slowly putting a date on my coffin
Or she offers me the choice to end it all in all my suffering
To lay in her vast openness of beauty in the afterlife”

By luke blake!

Are you happier without me?
He asks
For a moment I cannot breathe

My world is not as bright when I cannot bask
In the glow of your grin
My cheeks miss the breeze of your laughter
My chest is weak for not standing in the deep
Waiting to receive your rolling tide

You sweep in and back out before night

I am not happier
But instead I am thankful to have kept you
Pinned in the bulletin board of my mind
Like postcards of places we were

I am not happier
But I am also not without happiness

Empty out the cavity of my heart,
I did not leave a gap for where to look next;
Haven’t caressed your tenderness,
After failing, I already couldn’t get past the perplex.
On that deserted day,
Suddenly I was conquered completely by your eyes;
Turns out our encounter is not only fate,
It’s also the ever-changing reflux of shifting tides.

Snowflakes, with little restrain,
Falling through every night without tenderness;
In the dark, your desolation was explored,
Traces of our wandering were found in the wilderness.
Like a meteor, you give life to our vision,
But it’s only a fantasy, an illusory blear;
With chanting faintly heard from afar,
A morning half-awake, becomes ever so clear.

Fall in love with your coldness,
Live up to the most beautiful hour with every second;
Since the moment you passed by,
It’s been transformed into an incurable beckon.
Perhaps, as time flies,
It will eventually peel off the decoration of the mirage;
And the lingering sound without beat,
Will be the heart rhythm that I burn for you like a montage.