In The Midst Of Your Hour ( M.J. Garrett )

I can see your vulnerability

I understand your frame of mind

I can feel every tear

And I understand why you hide

You are so frail

You are so misunderstood

You try to hide from truth

And you embraced the pain you could

In the midst of your hour

You can save my soul

You can heal my shattered spirit

You have the power to make me whole

With one touch of your hand

With one breath on your lips

With one word from your heart

You could end this….

Marred together and bound

We share so many scars

We traveled the same path

Although worlds apart

We have the past to get over

We have the future to embrace

We have each others pain

And we have forever to replace.

BY

( M.J. Garrett )

In The Name Of Mortality (Smita Dey Tarafder)

For there endures obscurity over the world and the heaven,

 Whilst the enraged spirit of dawn repudiates to awaken,

 Urge you, O glimmer from oblivion to advance,

 And offer the visor ambiance a vivid glance.

 There subsists in the cradle of the night’s taciturn,

 An unheeded smolder, solitary to out burn,

 Enabling a tether free haul, by some anonymous twine,

 Of my Soul, into the prison of inert dowels, to confine,

 Where existence embraces the name of seclusion,

 With anguish which blinds each splendor, to imprison,

 And release the setting rays of pleasure for an oppress,

 As bandits of time burgled the treasure of breathing in recess.

 The Season of my infancy is strayed into a lost World’s breath,

 And I am altered to a mute mortal underneath shadows of Death, 

 Over the loam of lesions where reigns brutality,

 O glimmer, weep not for me in the name of mortality.

By

 ( Smita Dey Tarafder )