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"...I want so desperately

to be finished with desire,

the rushing wind, the still

small voice."

~Boston, Aaron Smith

You're finished with desire

And the desire finishes you.

I seek to articulate loss

of what I never had,

never owned,

of what was never mine to begin with.

I cannot own time,

nor moments spent together.

Seconds slip through my memory,

fade away, 

until they finally disappear.

I want to be done with it: 

this all-consuming desire,

before it is done with me--

before it finishes me.

But I am already burning.

Fallen Umbrella

In all those windy days,

During all those

Aerial nights.

I thought you’d stay

I thought you’d stay.

That one reason to fight

Myself, to let you stay,

Falling low, falling stray.

Walking besides the beach,

In that little, hardly rain.

Thinking and thinking,

Over and over again.

It wasn’t worth it,

You weren’t worth it.

You’re just like them,

All those other men.

Unforgettable, as ever.

But makes me no clever.

Risked it all,

Put my heart on tow.

Throwing away

All those unsent letters,

Putting away

That really mattered.

Watching them fly,

Free bird at night,

Fluttering on the water,

Disturbing, the quiet.

I feel cheated,

For what I felt was real.

In this, perhaps, last letter,

I wouldn’t say, I love you.

Throwing away my umbrella,

Running from the memories.

Swati Jain

Capturing It. Insane Speaking

My recent purchase and hobby has sent me walking around my house capturing pictures of different things. Mostly, I express my feelings in writing and poems but this new insane, of course, craze has opened a whole new world of learning for me. I am just a beginner, so please be very nice and tell me how are my pictures coming!