Forsaken, fucking in the cold,
eating each other, lost
runny noses,
complaining all the time
like so many
people
that we know

Bàn míngqǐ mǎshàng cūn qiáo,
Huā luò méi xī xuě wèi xiāo.
Rì duǎn tiān hán chóu sòng kè,
Chu shān wúxiàn lù tiáoyiáo.

Dogs is mighty useful beasts
They might seem bad at first
They might seem worser right along
But when they're dead
They're wurst.

Døer jeg — nuvel! jeg frygter ei;
Naar du er til, saa lever jeg.
Døer du — som Skjæbnen vil!
Du lever dog, naar jeg er til.

"Do you remember me? or are you proud?"
Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd,
Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes,
"A yes, a yes, to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise."

Do not go to the garden of flowers!
Do not go to the garden of flowers!
O Friend! go not there;
In your body is the garden of flowers.

Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus,
and there gaze on the Infinite Beauty.

diwali night ~
a row of lamps wavering
in haze and smog

(Note: Diwali or Deepawali is the Hindu Festival of Lights, when they light their homes with candles and earthen lamps to welcome Sri-Lakshmi, the Goddess of Wealth and Prosperity. It is a joyous occasion celebrated by children with bursting of crackers and people exchange greetings with sweets.)

Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.


Anonymous submission.

made murky that crystal-clear stream
Choked it with weeds of malice and hate
Kinsmen turned foes, brotherhood was a dream
Followers of Qibla became querulous, mean
Where are those Muslims, even ten can't be found
Who would happily see others prospering around.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.