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Guest post: Two poems by Vulnerable Veil

1.  A broken heart I know you have held me tight from the moment I needed the most But I shall crash if you take those hands off There is a hole in my heart which is filled by your love If you take it out then I may not survive How lucky I feel to have you in my life But a fear keeps haunting me that we may fall apart No reasons I shall have to continue this life And I may just give up if you walk away from me A depressing poem that pours its heart out Of maybe every one that I know around 2. Stronger for the world I know you are watching so I put a face on and pretend like nothing is wrong As I need to look stronger for all My eyes are swollen from the nights that I have cried but I pretend to be sleep deprived As I need to look stronger for all My words have deep sorrow but I pretend to not mean it at all As I need to look stronger for all When you see me lost, I pretend to be thinking As I need to look stronger for all No matter how hard you try, you

Guest post: Two stories by Shamitha Vokkaliga

Missing days A roar in the jungle made Devika miss a beat. She looked around and took a step forward cautiously. "Not today God! Please don't let me die today." She moved ahead, looking around for something. After some hours of walking, she reached a small village. Still in search of something, her eyes looked sleep deprived. Villagers notice and ask her, "Are you lost?" She replies, with her eyes wandering around, "I am trying to find my happy days. I  lost them when I was busy making money. It was somewhere in this place I was with my family the last time I was happy." The villagers get scared of her strange story. Assuming that she shall harm them, they throw stones at her. Devika runs for her life as she doesn't want to die today, tomorrow, or till she finds back her happy days. A Rainy Day A familiar fragrance surrounds Sneha's home. She doesn't want to get up from her bed and go to school but a sudden thundering awakes her.

Poem: There was a time

There was a time When you sought true questions Not the right answers As you do now There was a time When your feet kissed untamed grass Not the glazing tiles As they do now There was a time When we talked to each other Not through this intelligent sand As we do now There was a time When the words you are reading Were not just a poem As it is now - The Last Nomad