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Yesterday’s Over by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] Times change: the Winter's here It's hot and miserable, everyone sleeps. The recipe changes: Autumn leaves fall It's sandy and windy, everyone hides. The sounds murmur: Spring blooms It's misty and foggy, we no longer here. [tabby title="Poet...

I love you like the four seasons by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] I love you like autumn's frost - like the dew settling on rocky grounds, I curl you up inside of me; so that your leaves don't brittle aside me. I love you like sunstrike's peak: we moult, while...

Classroom 101 by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] The classrooms here, are mushrooms, tall like spilt milk all over the place, bending and folding in contents. It's like red wine drunk at a friends' party, noting the red linen to every last detail. The clothes are...

Loving You by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] To love you is easy, it's the time that's difficult: an obstacle that makes us one, uniting you with me. To love you is nothing, it's your adornment on the outside which means: an obstruct that separates us,...

Wine by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] Now and then we dream too deeply of futures, like vacant houses standing beside the seaside, we wonder whether we can profession them, to make them ours. We occupy the oceans, like synergised acrobats, speaking and ignoring, and...