Not a happy write is this one,
She has just killed the lover in me.
Droņa I will be never again,
Loved as Atul I will be once again.
Surely not loved by Kripi,
But a deserving girl will love me.
Yesterday I did talk to Kripi,
She was busy winning a debate.
Well she won it very well,
Because she did debate alone.
She did a favour to me,
As now I know what she is.
I definitely do not love her any longer.
An accident I suffered gave me amnesia,
Not she did suffer any internal brain injuries,
Tasked with loving her forever I was,
Especially sweet seemed her young ego,
Roses fell into my mind as she kisses me,
Offered I to her a promise of forevermore,
Generous she was to reflect the promise,
Rightly she knew everything about me,
Assumed by me it was too likewise,
Doctoring me in her fantasies to recovery,
Enriched by her love and my poetry our love.
Atul had become Drona for Kripi,
Muster I did every last bit of loyalty,
Networking my way to Amritsar,
Especially so for meeting her,
Sipped through her lips I did,
Into her soul, I struck a string,
Alas, it was all an illusion of mine.
My first concrete acrostic poem.
I really like the way it has turned out
Anterograde Amnesia (Short-term memory loss) apart from my principles in part restricted me from loving her as she desired.
She wanted an open relationship of sorts, but I am a traditional conventional lover of sorts.
Even now I wish to propose her the day I get a good job and I think that the day I desire and deserve is not far away.
Our future children will have a story to get inspired by and I will be writing a book about the two of us very soon after my M.Tech gets completed and I win her back.
My HP Poem #1424
I wanted to be born again in this life,
For that I wanted her to be my wife.
But alas, she grew up too quickly,
Too different and too indifferent.
What I lost is not just a lover,
I lost a part of my total soul.
Now I should realize that,
Which I was ever escaping.
I have been always made to realize,
That only I will always be with me.
Only been able to picture myself alone,
'Cause they all leave me at the end of it.
Have I not been just watching them go,
Is she too not just an imposter of them?
I tell you all 'bout yourself so deeply.
Loss of words I'll never get surely,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Victory will come so quickly,
Ever imagining it as purely.
Your question goes clearly,
Of course sharing openly,
Up & above all happily.
I had only started recovery
After that inglorious accident
That I was faced with a seeming
Herculean task at hand as student
When I was to tackle ten exams
An attempt with forgetfulness
I broke no sweat in doing it
My HP Poem #1388
Today is my birthday like I said earlier,
I am 1990 years younger than your Jesus,
But 2 days older than being as young.
Today I have people wishing me everywhere,
I am 99.9% satiated today as I write this,
But 'morrow I will be 100% content as I move on.
This will, of course, be for the permanence,
As she bears neither love nor penance,
But she only kept insulting my existence.
She does not deserve any true lover.
However, she realised her mistake soon afterwards and came back on March 24th in 2015.
Then finally she ruined my birthday in 2015 by ditching me again on 13th December just 10 days prior to my birthday.
HP Poem #1339
I was so patient for 3 whole years,
But now my patience gave away.
So I e-published my novel for free,
Just be kind enough going to SlideShare.
My patience got exhausted. I published the best story around the corner for free and made it freely available online. My work of 3 unrelenting years.