Ex Poems
A song
by Sarah Quartly
A song.
A song isn’t just music and words. A song isn’t just something you listen to when you’re bored. A song isn’t just a time passer or a throw away craft.
A song can gain meaning so quickly in the right circumstances.
It’s what was playing when you had your first kiss. It’s the last song that played at your formal before you said goodbye for the last time. It’s what was playing when you had your first heartbreak. It’s what someone serenaded you with when you both were drunk and walking to a bar to meet up with your friends in Manly. Its the soundtrack from that stupid musical your closest friend made you watch that now you’ve watched 3 times and still aren’t sick of it and it reminds you of them every time you hear it. It’s the little memories in front of the piano for 4 hours after class getting frustrated because you just want to learn Clair??De??Lune?? but you STILL CANT GET IT. It’s how two people met at a gig. It’s what the last song was on the night you said goodbye to him for the last time. It’s what you had stuck in your head when he said “you make my day” and it’s what he played in the car on the way to get pizza that one time. It’s what was pumping from the house when you confessed on the front lawn to loving him but it’s also what was playing when he said he didn’t love you and slammed a door in your face. It’s what your friend played on the piano when you first started talking. It’s what he sang to you in the hallway when you were upset and he just wanted to see you happy and it’s what made you realise who the good guy actually is. It’s what you sang to overcome your biggest fear. It’s what you listen to to help you fall asleep. It’s so many things.
To some, a song can be just words and music but to others it’s a whole lifetime of memories, it’s their world. And they wouldn’t change it for anything. I know I wouldn’t.
Songs For My Dark Mother: Translations from Shakta Poetry 2011
by Rudra Kinshuk
Songs For My Dark Mother: Translations from Shakta Poetry 2011
1.
Repose faith in Kali, why so anxious?
The delusive night being over, the dawn blooms.
The sun rises to dispel pall of darkness,
regards to Lord Shiva
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Musing 5
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Affirm better alive or not
Ere douse the candle fire
Or shot the knife to tender cake.
Bring out the soul invisible
And focus mediating light upon,
To check and confirm the candle inborn
Is lighted whether with celestial fire
Or languishes in ignorance mire,
Retire then for learning and ignite the genuine fire
And back to the world living for birthday prayers.
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Musing 10
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Presume not the earth as the silver case of joys
Like in infant delusion or with sober illusion.
Read the pages with dotting recollections
Or transcriptions and the sigh of blood letting
By the extravagant devils in disguise,
Either to swell with illegitimate wealth
Or to justify their demons within by misinterpretations wide
Or to plunge the millions on utter miseries singing gospels.
They are neither of ancient or of current but timeless
Guarding the human coast with fire of groan.
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Her
by Tom F
Her
Her in the waiting room that stands out for all the wrong reasons, but don’t worry she’s too tall to be. Her on the train with the big blue eyes that don’t sparkle like.
Her in the bar wearing the same perfume as. Her in a photo with a big colourful scarf that I know ’d love.
Her over there with the blonde hair that makes me double take just to make sure it’s not. Her at the concert dancing and singing like there’s no orrow. Her exploring and taking pictures just like used to do. Her in the cafe booking her next adventure away which is something she loves more than anything, just like.
My life revolves around her, cant you see? Everything.
I hate that I notice her all the time.
She will always be her, but never be, you.
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705 Days
by Nad Sof
It's been 705 days since I last felt truly at peace,
705 days since I was with the one I loved the most.
And still, I’m convinced I’ll never love again the way I loved you.
You were the reason I stayed, and in a way, you still are.
I stay now, for the slim chance that we might cross paths once more,
That maybe one day, we’ll meet again.
But deep down, I know I need a reason to stay here,
Other than just holding onto the hope of seeing you,
Someone who belongs only in my past.
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"And Sometimes..."
by Nad Sof
Today, I braced myself to get through,
Waiting for two new cats to soothe—
Two lives to fill the empty space,
And calm the ache I can't erase.
As melodies played soft and clear,
I scrolled through my phone, drawing near.
In a glance, the world flew fast,
Like wind that blows and cannot last.
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Shade Of Thee.
by Nad Sof
I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
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Urge
by Nad Sof
I strive with all myn might to still the call,
For love that once was deep, now turned to thrall.
I gave thee all, yet thou didst trample me,
And scorned mine heart, with no pity to see.
I fight to hold my wrath from thee,
That thou might feel the weight o' mine agony.
I turn mine eyes from likenesses we made,
For they bring naught but sorrow, pale and fade.
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Bittersweet Fairytale
by Nad SZA
What an unfortunate fate;
We are almost perfect.
Our kiss was perfect,
Our plans match and align.
We already could envision
The beautiful future we could have together.
Working together, starting a family,
Having a life we've both dreamed of.
You're all I've been looking for,
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