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Amul Garg Mar 2014
The pain inside forebodes
that my heart will explode
if it doesn't find a vent -
to pour its contents.

My heart lies packed
in a vacuum
within which unexpressed emotions
fight for room.

Emotions of love, anger, pain
rot inside in vain
It may have been a happy one,
but a rotting emotion always causes pain.

In all this suffocation,
I've had one realization -
God is there, he is there
and now I constantly prayer.

Oh God! Please descend
on this earth and be my friend.
Hear my sorrow, share my happiness,
rescue my heart from this nothingness.

My heart is a time-bomb,
ticking away in its last moments
a situation where God!
only your grace will prove potent.
Amul Garg Mar 2014
Was coming back from work
all tired and spent from the day,
when with a smile on her face
a beautiful stranger passed me by.

It lasted just a few seconds
but my weariness was gone -
for that smile was mercy
the Lord Almighty had shown.

I looked into her eyes
in that moment ephemeral,
and smiled back
wishing that the moment was eternal

That moment had no past, no future
and though it sounds too dramatic -
It was about living in the moment,
God! That moment was magic!
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n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone
Amul Garg May 2013
Do this, do that
a reward you'll get-
-in appreciation, they said,
but exhaustion they forgot.

Do this, do that,
that'll help your grades
this year they said.
from good to bad.

Don't play, don't play
mug up your books they said
future will be fun they said,
the biggest lie our life has had.

I won't study, I said,
You'll ruin yourself, they said,
Do what you want-
- it's your life, they said,
and I think it was well said.
Amul Garg May 2013
I Don't know why I rhyme
Why I pen romantic lines
And long for a girl I haven’t seen
for a relationship that has never been

In my poems sadness resides
What is this pain that never subsides?
Why my loneliness is at display
and I always  seem to pray?

But, however sad my poems may be
each one of them makes me happy,
because they let me dive into a pool
that is breathtakingly beautiful


These rhymes are little trips to heaven
they are a gift  god-given
they are my escape from the real
they let me see things I never will


They are dreams on a high altitude
they are my companions in solitude
they lend some meaning to my life
they save me from the regret-named knife

They aren’t mere worldly creations
they are the stretches of my imagination.
and a relief to my heart
and a path to self-realization.

I open my heart to them
I share my secrets with them
They are outlets for my frustration
and a library of my emotions

I regret I didn’t rhyme for years
I regret sadness went down in tears
Easier would have been those tough times
if had only written some rhyming lines!

-Amul Garg
Amul Garg Apr 2013
I gave you my trust
I gave you my love
but got betrayal in return
for you turned out to be a fiend
who pushed me to my end.

Friendship it was,
but you ,blinded by selfishness,
waged a war
exposing your inner darkness.


I lost the battle,
the blow was almost fatal.
I survived though the wounds are fresh,
and the pain won’t lessen,
this ordeal's been a lesson.

Enough said..
Many lessons learnt,
many fingers burnt.
My blood now boils with revenge,
I have a lot to avenge.

You think a king you’ve become,
But the war has just begun.
I have lost just a battle,
it’s your castle’s turn to rattle.

Glory you wanted, glory you got
by being so cunning.
But this won't last long-
for I’m your winter,
And your winter is coming!
Amul Garg Apr 2013
I am..
Possessed with purity,
obsessed with clarity,
blessed with elegance,
a blind's essence

Though..
I am not very bright,
but I'm the colour of the night-
the time of peace
when all wanderings cease.

But..
You are partial-
in painting hell-
with ink from my well
revolt someday I shall.

Black am I,
brilliant am I,
but Ill famed am I.
Amul Garg Apr 2013
Finally, I spoke with you,
it was, for me, a big deal,
though we talked shop
but splendid I did feel.

It was my prayer,
to which God heeded,
At a time-
when it was really needed.

For some sweet moments,
you did walk beside me
and talked to my merriment
inspiring the poet inside me.

That day, I spoke my mind,
And then did I depart,
But today I pen my feelings,
and today I bare my heart.
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