Those who trampled over you are long forgotten
No not forgotten…  just not important
So what hurts so much, still?
Making it hard to breathe life in

It’s not the memory of the past,
But the wait for the future… at last
Telling yourself to wait, wait for your day…
It will be here … some day

Wait… wait for your day

~Richa

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Melancholy, c.1801 Giclee PrintSomething flutters … rises up,
Starts taking form and then stops

Dying off into the distant dusk
A phantom in the settling dust

Its existence proven by
The melancholy left behind

~Richa

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Infinity by Gary FayeMy heart sinks and sinks lower
My brain is at a standstill, frozen over
Paralyzed with morose, I cannot think
But, I can’t afford this time I am losing

I have to go on, if I want to survive this trench
I take a deep breath, and dive in the deep end
Slowly the haze starts lifting from my mind
The wheels in my brain start moving again

I smile, looking back at my earlier state
First step had been the toughest one to take
Everything after that just led me on
On to the grail and far beyond

~Richa

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treasure-box.gifTearing across the playground, chasing a butterfly
his eyes land on something glinting in the sunlight
He picks it up , holding it this way then that
A wobbly shaped stone, coloured blue and black

Oh! he is going to be rich, its a treasure …
to add to his treasure chest, its so precious!
he runs home, and quietly retrieves a box
hidden in his little drawer, under his socks

The box holds his precious posessions
a medley of different shapes and hues
all sticks and stones treasured for so long
trophies of his forays into the playground

His heart blooms, as he surveys his treasures
adding the latest stone to the pile with pleasure
how wonderfull, he is as rich as a king
or perhaps richer than all the kings!

Watching from the doorway she smiles
oh! her sweet and innocent child
Her little prince, surveying his kingdom
his little treasure of sticks and stones

~Anamika

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