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 Jun 2015 Akhil Bhadwal
Matt
Every hour of every day

God this and God that
Shut the f* up

One day He will be saying your name
What did you do on earth?
 Jun 2015 Akhil Bhadwal
wordvango
start a revolution where we just  love
no colors excluded no names called us but humans:
Peace is the resistance!
Make a dream where blue white clouds black skies
red eyes no longer cry
where color don't matter, it up to me
and you to do,
Where children walk down streets of brilliant rainbows.
Why do we see colors?
 Jun 2015 Akhil Bhadwal
curlygirl
I have a friend,
beautiful and daring,
who is now afraid to love
because of the men
standing in her shadow.
                                         "Maybe I don't know what love really is,"
she said.
                                         "Maybe you loved someone who didn't deserve it.
                                            And that's okay"

I replied.
I loved him because he was the only boy that was actually afraid of loosing me.
All her life she has,
Been looking for
Approbations. But to
No avail. She always,
Encounters failure.

All her life she has,
Waited for the moment,
When her family looks
At her with pride and
Satisfaction in the eyes.

All her life she has,
Fallen on the floor,
With a loud thud.
But she also has had,
The strength to get up,
With much more vigour.

All her life,she has looked for perfection and returned empty handed.
The stroke of the pen on the paper,
Soothes my nerves.
The very fact that I see the blue ink taking shape of my words,
Convinces me that I am alive and breathing.
This may be short but these two lines mean a lot to me. Mostly because, I write random poems in school all the time. :)
It's like agony. The wait.
It's like a knife twisting in my gut. The fear.
It's the laboured breathing. The anticipation.
And the reason is you.
How stupid to have fallen for you.
When I could have saved myself.
And here I am,blithely stepping into the spider's  web.
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