Over your clouds of grief,
Shine like the perennial sun.
Weep, cry, let them leak down,
Do not just let your tears be brief.
Remember the seeds you have sown,
You will get their produce as the relief.
Forget love as for you it just is not made.

I* love to linger on the memories.

Let them be the good ones,
Or be them the sour memories,
View them in repeat mode,
Even if they turn bitter finally.

You might remember it too,
Once I loved you through,
U**nloving was not impossible for you.

Read along the lines...
But it doesn't imply my falsehood,
Under the wicked sky I live,
Truly unruly my life is right now.

I am very much incompatible.

And not just with herself,
Maybe with everybody else.

Hard are the days alone,
Ageing I'm but gracefully,
Perhaps I'm best left single,
Pouting is an opportunity,
Yes it is inviting me too.

Bask in the calm sunlight,
Ending is another phase,
Indeed this is satisfying,
Nightmares are fading,
Giving me happiness.

Sorry I'm not about her,
I am no-one to crib,
Not about her studies,
Gleeful I must remain,
Long life brings smiles,
Era of my life is common.

Who holds me safe as I fall,
Who hugs me when I need,
Who harnesses to me tight.

All time of day as I breathe,
All this inhaling & exhaling,
All that I believe is yourself.

In the dark of a gloomy sky,
In my braver heart & lungs,
In all situations I recall you.

It's not just about me,
It's entirely about me.

AKS's Collection it is,
Atul Kaushal Sharma's Collection.

Nobody knew it is so,
And nobody could ever even tell.

Not a secret anymore,
To the world, it's an open invitation.

Maturing into big round melons,
Yet bearing that youthful flair.

Designed for turning Atul mad,
Arch back – let them be pronounced,
Ride an imaginary gorgeous horse,
Lock them together or let them free,
Ingrained is her mark on my heart,
Narcos get so much dwarfed by her,
Gorgeous is her stupefying self.

Kissing above her asleep father's head,
Remember her I do by what she did,
Introduce me to true love she did,
Pierce she did deep inside my heart,
I**n my life she has such a special place.

Hello.
Every morning I wake up to her dream,
Victory to pain in my tears that flow not,
Exhausted in my bed I wake up daily,
Remembering her even as I am sleeping,
Yet, I know that she dare not be back,
Did I ever ask for this emptiness,
Away, I feel my life drifting,
Yes in loneliness I do feel like dying.

We see a lot of dreams,
Of future life,
With opportunities rife,
In this land,
And in this birth itself...

Though we'll get married,
It isn't for the first time,
Either for you and for me,
But we still tie the knots,
Together we start it again..

Haven't we met previously too,
Hopefully you remember well,
We did meet in previous birth,
We had had made the promise,
You & me marry in every birth.

I Am That I Am

Every deed that I do,
Leads me unto you.
Wherever you may go,
You are in my vision.

You're unable to control,
Your own ego.
I don't fear separation,
But I fear your harm.
And your ego can take you low,
It can drown you in its charm.
At present it gives you pride,
Vain pride it gives to you.

But I am here only,
Just for you.
Lest you decide,
To make a comeback.

To that time I dedicate this rhyme,
I was a little fatty but was happy,
As by chance I had her romance.

Now I am almost underweight,
I don't mind having lost weight,
Moving on I do not have to wait.

There's an imaginary place called Heaven,

The day I die and you miss me then just follow me to the Heavens.

Where we won't die or suffer anymore,

It will be just you and me singing sweet soft songs of happiness.

Here we sit holding hands till eternity,

Without having to endure any pain much too heavy & harsh.

I invested all my love on you,
And the world knows about it.

Neither anyone else wishes me,
Nor do I wish anyone else to.

Dear Time,

I have lived lonely enough so far,
Among these indifferent people,
I stand out as lonely not on par.

You've given me demos of love,
And you've given me some too,
Yet I am tortured by demons of loneliness.

They all fail to understand me,
And probably they all hate me,
They all abandon after unplugging some holes in the boat of me.

Enough of these games, time,
Let's play again our parts usually,
Hey time, don't be so hostile!!!

Mark Wanless
A fine poet
Penning beautiful
Poems
That happen to have
A definite structure
His words full of youth

O stone-hearted beauty!
To forget you,
I'm trying lackadaisically.
To overcome your memories,
I'm not trying sincerely.
To love someone else,
I'm trying half-heartedly.

O cold-blooded beauty!
To love you,
I tried everything in the dictionary.
To change your prejudice,
I tried my best.
To convince you,
I didn't get my chance.

O unfeeling beauty!
To miss you,
Has become a habit.
To feel you,
Has become an addiction.
To want you,
Is an undying passion.

In that valley of love,
I want to nest my dove.
In that valley of love,
I shall find a hidden trove.
In that valley of love,
I should not need clove.

Inside this loneliness of my life,
There is none but you my future wife,
When you are here then I can play the fife,
There is much fun as there's no strife,
Inside now your presence is rife.

At Par With Others
As I Succeed,
Even Performing Better
Than Them All At Times,
But My Parents Still
Are Sore With Me.

They Still Treat Me
As If I Was A Kid,
Even Controlling Whom
Do I Talk With,
But I'll Succumb To
What I Get.

After All I'm Not
Independent Yet,
I Still Get Food & Water
And Shelter From Them,
To End With It I'd Say
My Chest Isn't Broadened Yet.

Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
Should be grand,
It's a day that I can stand.

The most loveliest day of my life,
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
Should always exist,
It's a day that I'll always miss.

Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
The most loveliest day of my life.

And if you go,
I wanna go with you.

And if you ***,
I wanna *** with you.

Take your hand and fly away.

The most loveliest day of my life.
The most loveliest day of my life.
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
It's a day that I'll always miss.

Words descend in Her worship,
Always singing for Her divinity,
These hymnal pieces of poetry...

Answering violence peacefully,
These resonating bottomlands,
Mutter the peace of pure love..

Demanding only love from Her,
Here I am perservingly waiting,
Just words of love in my world.

The other time death greeted me warmly,
On the night of Christmas Eve I slept.

But I woke up to have a frozen body,
Enter I did a fearful living nightmare.

Lost was my control over myself,
On my own limbs I lost free will,
Very late I seemed to regain it,
Enter I did a frightful thought,
D**ying unloved by someone truly.

I will identify myself as successful,
When my parents stop worrying,
When my nervousness finally ends.

I will identify myself as a happier guy,
When I have divorced my loneliness,
When loneliness finally spares me to be.

I will identify my true love, my equal,
When economically independent,
When she comes without invitation.

You are happy,
Just like a little baby well-fed and well-kept.
You are happy.

You are happy,
Just like a youthful human.
You are happy.

You are happy,
If you believe that you are happy.
You are happy.

Now I don't get nightmares,
Perhaps it was just a phase,
Yeah, she had a scary face.

But I never get good dreams either,
Not when I'm a sleeping monster,
Nor when awake without anger.

Here nobody does forever dock,
My heart is such a lonely rock,
Where dreams do not knock.

I met you by chance,
It's a kind of dance,
That is this trance.
Amidst your couplets and my poetry,
I feel elated and relieved.
The difficulty is remembering your name,
Wasn't much given your scent.
The ease in remembering your face,
Was as much as looking at mirror.
A friend like no other you are,
Who knows which goddess you are
You've come to me like a dream,
A dream i'd like to linger bit more
Who knows how longer we would be,
But as long as friends we are, will be
This is not possible going solo,
You'd have to accompany me.
Now comes this poem's end,
I hope you ignored it's rhyming.
Your talkative eyes tell me a poem,
Nothing but you were on my mind.

I sent flowers for her on her birthday,
And she ditched me because of it.
I sent her a message on her phone,
"I sent you as much flowers as your age is."
It was her 25th birth anniversary,
Breakup occurred for me because
The flower man had one free on one rose!

Yes 'The She' Sat Next To Me,
On The Fainting Couch And,
She Looked At Me,
With Her Black Diamond Eyes.

Yes 'The She' Spoke Some Words To Me,
On That Sunday About The Festival Of Lights,
She Looked So Pretty,
With Her Ruby Colored Lips.

I Don't Remember The Words That 'The She' Said To Me,
But I Remember How Beautifully She Did So,
She Looked So Happy,
With Her Picturesque Smile.

I saw a dream with me and her,
It was all very much ideal.
Surreal it seemed to be unreal,
Innocent future planning.
And then I was woken up,
Woken up rudely I was,
And it was just another broken dream.

A dream made of crystalline thoughts,
Broken dream's pieces,
So sharp and threatening.
I held it so tight with fear,
So far now as if it was not real.
It was all so much explicit,
I had shared a dream with her.

Don't torture me like this, oh my life,
Have mercy on my crumbling stature,
The towering height has now bent,
More than a lot it has dwarfed me,
I have gotten dizzy on the descent,
The load of expectations defeated me,
Don't you remember these hands,
Tinier they had been so cute,
Oh mother, oh father, oh,
Oh, I am so tired now,
Hold me in your arms,
Lest I fall into the oblivion.

It needs an offer indeed.

An offer of a better life,
Bettered with choosing love,
Choice of a wise dear partner,
Dearest be that earnest one,
Earning more than just filthy money,
Filth of loneliness be glowed away,
Glow of love I herewith mean,
Hereto in love's inventive embrace,
Invent they together do just happiness,
Justified are my sacrifices in knightly manner,
Knightly in shining armour of lovely feelings,
Lovely days will descend more lightly,
More than anything else I need love,
Needful of your own love,
Own my heart you do with that pulling force,
Pulling it up towards your queer self,
Queer for me you are definitely more rightly attractive,
Rightly I demand your hand in sweet desperation,
Sweetly sitting in my mouth like my teeth 32,
Teeth - your teeth I have for them the utmost love,
Utmost importance I give to your voice always,
Voice of your adolescence and as I remember when we talked,
We had lengthy conversations which were x-rayed then,
X-rayed with the help of your own,
Your love is what I will long for after reaching the zenith higher,
Zenith of success calls me and how?

I love you
Beyond your soul
Oh, my dove

I put all the effort I could,
I scanned all methods over,
But I could not get rid of them,
Your memories in my head,
And the waltzing images.
Images of you hugging me,
Your face cupped in my hands,
Our eyes lost in each others'.

I composed the poem "Angel?",
And its subsequent parts,
It is a magical saga.

It is indeed so much beautiful,
And the Angel in the story,
I fell in love with her.

Rhyming or not it is bountiful,
And of all the sorts of arts,
She is an eternal saga.

Roses bloom as she is dutiful,
And me she always loves,
Should she not be real.

Magical she is so screwable,
Days dim into the nights,
I long for an "Angel?".

Much I am like Pygmalion,
Do I like those moments,
I do love the "Angel?".

If I'm wrong then correct me not,
Loneliness is a deadly disease,
I am saved by the "Angel?".

It has been sadistic - a hard nut to crack...
Life has not been judicious to many of us.
But have we been judicious to our lives??

It is cursed for the way it is - we waste it...
We often curse life for being just so ******.
Life asks for justice, am I so afraid of it??

It sure is difficult to tread alone in life...
Nobody can prevent us from being one.
All life asks from us is justice, won't we??

I pay tribute to a modern Wordsworth.
He is a romantic person I talk about.
A physics professor he is a gem.
I know a poet, you know.
Those are really worth.
These words he says.
Pradip Chattopadhyay.
All here know this name.
Undoubtedly a romantic poet.
All his poems are really worthwhile.
I say so because they convey best things.

I would call it poetry whenever
You write it with a positive attitude,
Otherwise I'll just call it a drunk rant,
I ask you to rather kept it private.

I would call it poetry whenever
You write it with a theme in mind,
Else I'll call it an attention monger's attempts of desperation,
Do good to the world, save electricity, invest your calories to somewhere purposeful.

I would call it poetry whenever
You try to give it a definitive form,
Or I'll only be irked by such unworthy posts filling up my screen,
Do us a favour, quit posting it to Hello Poetry and start maintaining a personal diary.
Malign it instead, spare Hello Poetry.

Neither for this land,
Nor for that sky,
Your identity exists,
But only for this saga.

What good is watching
That old garden of love
As the flower of faith
Has withered away
And your home nest too.

Don't look for faith
In this rudest world
It was not created for
This netherworld
And your identity exists
But only for this saga.

Honesty In Her Voice
Can't Be Compared
With All Of The
Deceit In Their Eyes

Erroneous Brought-Up
Here is a short story with a lesson on parenting.

During His Childhood
He did most of his parenting by himself;
Talked out of his eternal-seeming loneliness;
Assisted only by his toys & self-invented stories.

During His Teenage*
He pondered mainly why some parents opted for keeping their kid an only child - a lonely child;
Lost his crucial focus away from books into the mirror;
Not all who have a sibling are accompanied always.

But he always asked just one question to himself;
Why me and until when?

I draw a stark contrast with my parents...
Though I am more similar to my dad now,
I was closer to my mother when I was a kid..
Both are traditional and strict vegetarians,
I am a strict omnivorous who'd eat meat.

I have stark contrast with my siblings too...
I exist actually but they don't even virtually,
They do not exist and I am just so very lonely..
I can only always just miss them so very much,
They are only so hypothetical like the happy me.

But I do draw some parallels with few friends...
Even they are lonely now after finally growing up,
My friend Madhur has had a really sweet singing voice..
That's how we are best friends for the remainder of our lives,
He only lacks practice as there is a weird husk to his voice now.

We rocked together, me & Madhur, surely...
They, our parents, say we would keep jamming,
Till the middle of the night would descend on both..
That's how we composed some songs rocking together,
We both lack practice as my playing hand is incapable now.

My body is 42% physically challenged, sadly...
But I have my limbs intact with the injured brain,
I am posed with allegations of me always faking it..
So yes, I will confess today, yes I can only fake it now,
But what do I fake? The smiles and the happiness I mean.

This is to answer your doubts about my past

She Was With Me,
In The Movies,
In The Social Service Club,
In The Hospital Taking My Care,
And Where Not.

Do I Miss Her Anymore?
No.
Do I Still Miss Her?
I Don't Know.

Did I Consider Her Important?
Yes.
Why Do I Still Consider Her Important?
How I Would know..

Do You Think That I Don't Have Anyone Else To Think About?
Yes, Apart From My Studies & You.
Do You Think How I'm Being Unable To Forget Her Might Affect My Future?
Yes, I Remember Her Only As The Source Of Inspiration She Is...

Now your doubts must all have been addressed properly

He has been with me ever since I used to be a toddler!
We share the same bathroom & even the underwear!!
He has been my best secret-keeper apart from you!!!
We have been in love with each other crazily but now even he loves you so I have maintained a safe distance!!!!
Don't you think of me as a madman or ****** because the other person who is my best friend is me only!!!!!

What have you done creator,
What have you made me!
Why did you make me!

I was your angel,
Down-down I fell!
Demon I became!

I fought till the end,
What did I achieve!
Why did I achieve!

I always thought I could,
Not once I thought I would fret,
But I fought till the end of it.

I want to take you away, dear,
Forcefully or not it's your wish.
Of your beauty I am an admirer,
Your veiled sweet internal beauty.
Even you are not aware of that,
Changing bodies like clothes,
I remember our past lives.

Unwanted glory,
All of it was so gory,
And I am so sorry.

Why that day came,
And why I survived,
I do not know either.

It is as if I chose dear life,
Of the two choices there,
Now I doubt my choice.

There is no happiness,
And there is no sorrow,
Neither happy nor sad.

Unrequited love I dispensed,
How long will it take for me,
Always I repent after loving.

They ask me my story,
I tell them my saga,
Of love & suffering.

Then they get bored,
Too dreamy a story,
They take it all as fiction.

Beyond the limits of life,
Born again shall be our love,
Again and yet again.

Swear you did the oath,
Swore you a pledge of love,
In that ancient time.

Do not dare you forget,
Direct me does the pledge,
Wait for you forever.

So do not you worry,
Sweet seems this sweat,
As I work up to you.

I will never mind it,
If you happen to move,
On & on in the life.

Long I waited for it,
Longer than eons I did,
To meet you again.

So I do not mind it,
Some more rebirths it took,
To finally achieve you.

A kleptomaniac was born,
His specialty was hearts
That he whisked away
In a real short time.

An oriental angel ascended,
Upon him she descended
In a way that changed
All of what was his.

Beautiful
And
Romantic
Red
Everything
N**ovel­.