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Always hoping for the good,
Rarely depressed, but now
Elated only by Tom & Jerry.

Had my life been a little less lonely,
Indeed I wouldn't be depressed,
Dead sure my heart wouldn't be sad,
Dreading the gaping hollowness,
Everyday I wakeup hoping for validation,
Not ready for more blind criticism.

The fiancée was jealous of my success,
How not I wanted, she was exactly that,
Expecting her to read my poems & novels.

Yet she wasn't interested in any of my arts,
Especially she disliked my songs,
Loving me she wasn't capable of,
Lonely & unwanted I felt,
Of me she thought to be vain,
What she didn't know I felt,
Someone she didn't respect.

Ambitions she had extreme,
Not ready to put her Karma,
Didn't I want just love from her.

Respect my wars she did not,
Even my victories,
Didn't impress her,
So, I called off the marriage.

I shall be there for you,
You only need to promise me.

I need your words of passion,
You must say the words of assurance.

ॐ नमः शिवाय
He lives there beyond the horizon,
Drink He did the ethereal poison,
Still He survived as He Is Shivom.

Beyond the realm of sight,
Awaits us a honeymoon night.
Its real treasure will be our love,
This true beauty will be our trove.
A treasure of both our expressions,
Tone down we shall our expectations.
For novice luck doesn't always work!

Poetess Bhumika Fulwani is going to get married soon,
I'm so happy for her because she's not gonna swoon,
For she gets to marry her beau under the stars & the moon,
I bless her to always be with her beau Jitin Waghwani she's granted a boon.

I miss your poems.
A collection of bests they were,
Only not giving due credit,
And plagiarism they term it,
Your poem about your bunny,
It was as real as that hot sunny,
Why plug out my recharge wire?

Her poems were not all plagiarized,
At least not her poem about her bunny,
What you guys did was to pshaw her so much,
That she deleted her account altogether.

I** have treasured your memories.

Miss you I do not anymore,
I do not need your presence,
Slowly but surely I'm moving,
Smallest memories I remember.

Your steps away from my life,
Only shattered dreams left,
Under what jinx are you?

When I thought it was the end of road for me,
You sprang up in my life as a surprise element,
The surprise I got pleasantly bemused from...

Renewed is my happiness & is only increasing,
It increases slowly & steady in a smooth spiral,
What a magic is made when we are together...

Still we don't know we are drifting where to,
But the travel is awesome holding your hand,
I do not want it to end ever and ever at all...

If two beat in my chest,
I will give even that one to her,
For her passion of breaking my heart.

I grow even older,
Every wretched birthday,
I am not contented,
Even I wanted to be Peter,
I want to be Peter Pan,
Never wanting to grow older,
I want to die young,
Not in the decay of old age.

Happy Birthday Atul!

But I have no aim in life,
Have completed 24 years of age,
But not a single person for me,
Who loves my originality,
My real self - the real me.

At first they come,
And then they leave,
They leave behind a scar.

It positively affects my mood.

I become more independent of the society, I help people with their stuff and entertain them with my poems, stories, couplets, jokes, essays, songs & guitar.

I also take to first-hand social service whenever possible and I've also taught some underprivileged children & imparted elementary education to them.

I get my poetry ideas from this activity.

I think & feel differently about the world.

I look the others into their eyes with piercing confidence and I think you never had that confidence.

I feel stronger & more in control.

My appetite has greatly improved from being a poor eater in my childhood to a healthy eater in my adulthood.

My virility isn't affected at all and instead, I gain more stamina and manliness; my tool is strengthened.

My imagination power, IQ and hence smartness is also increased - believe me these have actually increased.

I cleared 9 & 10 examinations in my engineering degree two different times at one attempt each and my response time is greatly improved.

I become more confident.

My strength isn't reduced, but I go to the gym and I exercise as good as others.

My power & force are perfectly normal.

My eyes are shining bright, dark black in the middle of pure white.

I have never got any dark circles.

It takes me no more than 10 minutes to recover completely, it depends on the body about how it performs.

Over-use of anything - even oxygen as it oxidizes body & mind - is utterly harmful.

Quality has become thicker & brighter each day I exercise.

So keep hands on your tools than some ****** books blaspheming against the new-found rage.

Consult an expert instead of developing your own stories or believing the same old ****** stories.

Everything has a limit and within that limit, it is extremely enjoyable.

Just one last tip: Keep yourself humane with yourself & don't become a dumb & helpless addict to get embarrassed in front of your family one day.

Now if you feel that I'm spreading blasphemy & bad thoughts, you may please stop reading my poems instead of cursing me in vain.

Childish with her at times,
I laugh at my own poor jokes,
But she says ever so kindly,
"I love it that your laugh is funnier than the joke."
Soon after I look into her watery eyes,
I forget what the joke was,
And I join my bass tone in her melodic laughter.

I don't share this lonesome life,
I am not going to ever get a wife,
For my horoscope threatens her death.

And blindfaith holders are galore o'r here,
They will sadistically sacrifice true love,
But not marry a Martian Greenhead.

The planet Mars is too strong in my life,
So strong that it says I won't get a wife,
Perhaps only another Manglik will be mine.

Even the walls have their ears,
Although they are nonliving,
Virgin cries were overheard,
Easily by the walls themselves,
Sexy sounds of *******,
Deflowering the young wife,
Roping in spies for the purpose,
Opening the ***** so delicate,
People so enjoy overhearing,
Pretty sights shine right upfront,
In their addiction to **** time,
No secrets remain virtuously,
G**ood habits are hard to develop.

Baby, you're a liar!

You told me that it was real,
I thought real was forever,
But no!

Your love was real but weak,
I thought you were my peahen,
And myself your peacock.

But you loved just the bling,
The most shallow part of love,
You were never my dove.

Coz in the end you ditched me,
Chose over a peacock just a ****.

Saint Valentine didn't know me,
He had no idea about the future,
And now, blatant Valentine's lies,
Time & again and even yet again,
For love I wholeheartedly strive,
But all I get is fake, fake feelings.

Not blaming Valentine am I now,
He sure gave a reason to spend,
Both time as well as the silver dirt,
Indirectly popping employment,
Not just for few - even for me & you,
Don't we try working harder daily?

Just in hopes of finding a better day,
Of course we want more silver dust,
A good job & a fuller-heavier pocket,
Men try hard for earning enough,
Women try harder for respect,
Don't they all selfishly strive,
Do their wishes get fulfilled?

What do the MBA's always market?
Lingerie & diamonds for the lover,
Do they not try to sell love away,
Love stuffed into teddy bears,
Lust dripping from the multiflavoured condoms,
And what else do they want to sell,
Do the cakes not suffice with all that fattening cream,
Or the cream-filled chilled/hot doughnuts?

Don't worry about the results,
They will be really favourable,
Now we know where happiness lies,
And also where happiness lies,
Our ardent fervour will pay off,
And against the Sun we'll shine,
For we sincerely put our efforts.

These wounds have
Subsided now but
The marks they
Left are the
Vestiges
Of a dark
And blurry past
Memories of which
Threaten with horror.

****** thought it was a concept novel.
But wrong he was.
India knew Blitzkrieg long before ******.

In ancient dramas like Mahabharata,
And of course the older Ramayana,
The epics are replete with incidents,
Or rather determining acts of battle,
That determined the course of time,
Armies attacked the relaxing armies,
Changed the outcome of war.

So was the ancient Indian ideology.

Your blue eyes,
Me they hypnotize.

Hair so dense and dark,
Lost within them is an ark.

My bogart of ultimate terror,
Not at all a monster,
But is of complete loneliness.

And my bogart is imminent,
Strong it is so eminent,
How long could I take refuge?

I love her and she loves me,
We've boon of immortality...
Not going to live forever we,
But to persist in few stories..
Tales be narrated to the kids,
And will be told to everyone.

I am barmy & hyper-excited,
She likes it all & doesn't mind.
Some sure traits of me to hide,
She even likes my worst side..
All I now look forward is her,
Me & her, together forever...

I miss a true lover,
She was true never,
I know that it's over.

Breakups, breakups everywhere,
You may run & hide anywhere.
Probably I should have dug a grave out,
And watched her pour the gravel in as I relaxed down there.

Some old friends make you know,
About their breakups so slow.
Blamed on simply not getting along,
It's a lame way of telling, 'I got bored'.

Come and hug me tight,
Place your hands at my back,
And we waltz along our heartbeats,
Let your hands explore my bare back,
And in the meantime I touch yours,
Place my stamen in your bud,
Come & kiss me all night.

Come and breathe along,
Plus we should synchronize,
And we will fine tune breathing,
Let the only difference be physical,
And we want no difference spiritual,
Place my name on travel in your blood,
Come & realize that you and me are one.

Come and move it along,
Perhaps we move all night,
And it will be exactly alright,
Let the differences amalgamate,
And we will bounce upright,
Place inside you I do tight,
Come have all the long.

What they wear often in the public,
Never covers their essentials,
Such are the brief briefs.

What they don to party,
Same they wear to the beach,
Which they wear for the namesake.

Bluff they do their meaty sausages,
But they put them in their suckers,
Buff they look with their knickers.

Flaunt they do their ***** curves,
Finish they never on the beach,
**** they do in such parties.

They eat fat-burner to stay ****,
Binge drinking they practise,
Worrying not about health.

Live like the Early man,
They live in the moment,
Risking AIDS and others.

Call me outdated,
Call me inferior,
Call me boring,
But I will never mimic them.

I* am invited by a bright light.

Leaving behind those days,
Order of God it seems bright,
Vast is the world in your eyes,
Earning your love is so worthy,

Yes it does not discourage me,
Old I want to get in your shade,
Up the road of love will take me.

Best beautiful is your heart,
Holding highest your thought,
Under my God you are not,
Mind my past you please don't,
I**n my life you are the light.

A** brother with a cute little lisp,
Or a place for like minded folks,
Relishing the beauty in place,
Tending to needs in time's cusp,
Allowing the easy flow of juices.

On the brink of civility & love,
Fading the differences between.

Fulfilling the ****** needs,
Loaning the best moments,
Easier is *** contraction,
Self-awareness needed,
Help yourself with the hand.

To the trickier ways of a district,
Redlight district is meant to be strict,
Aloof from normal, painful city,
Desired by many but visited by few,
Envious red shades flowing in & out.

We were born to different mothers,
But still we are spiritual brothers.
And still indifferent to what bothers,
Fire of hatred either of us smothers.

Blood won't seperate the atoms
Of joy that flows through our veins,
Nor will it break a bond that has been
So atomically connected without chains,
Mud squishes between our toes,
My friend is climbing stairs as he goes.

Debunking the myth of racial differences,
Here we go holding each other's hands,
To mother earth we owe the references,
Tune we will to our lives these bands.*

But we remain sat with our feet against the warm fire that reminds us of home,
Muddy worn out shoes that no longer fit let us know just how much we've grown,
Until the next morning when adventure is to be sought and we sit On our throne.

I love brownie,
Just like I love you,
And everything sweet.

When I saw the morning sunlight gleaming,
I thought about all the darkness that it veiled,
Behind its bold beams it had bowed down.

While I looked at the rays they were sifting,
I realized that in the evening the sun must set,
Bundle will open & then will again be night.

Where I wondered was the permanent day,
I answered myself that it was ever impossible,
But worrying was docile as I too will perish.

Who could complete this jigsaw of my life,
In here you come smiling as the permanence,
Bringing completeness to my life you are..

Why I must try to make the best of my life,
Imbibing positives and happiness throughout,
Because life is too small to waste in vain...

My nose burns inside when I inhale,
It pains me when I try to breathe,
And it is the same whenever I exhale.

Read my sole desire,
Oh my future children,
Burn my pyre when I die,
For I don't want to rise again,
Rise again when the angels cry,
And when they cry the dead rise,
Cry they may on the Judgment Day.

I don't want to be the walking dead,
As a blight may I 'come for earth,
Don't get me counted in them,
No, I don't wanna be buried,
Burn me after my death,
Oh my successors,
Read my will.

As I don't wanna walk again the floor of hatred,
And I don't wanna witness again that blood red,
As I don't wanna see the sky turning crimson red,
And I don't wanna waste some land as my bed,
Rather give me an electric funeral, my people,
For soon they will run their tanks over my grave,
And they might displace it and insult my grace.

Some lessons come the bitter way,
I hope there was some better way,
Some way of learning these things,
I do not want to hurt again my wings,
Taking this as my incompetence sign,
I prepare with a heavy heart to resign,
Burying the broken promises that hurt me.

Some hopes that had been on a high,
I regret that they were not as high,
Some heights which had been dizzying,
I regret that they were sickening,
False promises were made to me again,
I feel the assurances to be false now,
Burying the broken promises that hurt me.

Some words in darkness now languish,
I wish that moonlight now descends,
Some paths that lead to the cliffs be lit in red,
I wish that I may identify the dangers,
Stuck in the purgatory I feel closer to hell,
I wished to be saved and I wished to be heard,
But nobody can now hear me yelp,
I should now be doing myself a favor,
I'll bury the broken promises that hurt me.

Some glasses to be filled again with wine,
I must empty them down my throat,
Some more wine of morose poetry is there,
I must empty it and become sober,
My mind must become calmer and safer,
I shouldn't feel guilty because I didn't forget,
I'll just bury the broken promises once more.

No I don't feel as weak to take to alcoholism as yet,
I have a heart of diamond which can't be broken,
Not that stupid girl can't manage to break my heart,
But I have promises to keep before forever I sleep,
Promise to keep a smile at least once a day on my lips.
A promise to keep I made to myself after my rebirth,
I'll just move on burying the broken promises that hurt me.

I love him,

I am his son,

I learnt walking,

I was supported as,

I had held his finger.

I want to share a story,

I experienced when young,

I got free from school earlier,

I was coming home from school,

I crashed my bicycle onto the road,

I was 16 and it was a hot July afternoon,

I went to get my chin mended for the wound,

I reached my home from school earlier than usual,

I grew suspicious on finding the door locked from inside,

I busted a scam of my dad with a girl half his age hiding behind,

I was greeted by "You're getting it wrong boy, you've not busted us up,"

I didn't say anything to them- just walked in to attend to my flowing blood & tears,

I thought to myself what wrong was done to be born in a house where my dad had defected,

I repented coming home early only to see my -yes- my dad red-faced and with a guilty-conscience.

I had a lot at stake for a long-long time,
The guillotine could not wait to fall,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I was about to go bankrupt just recently,
The vultures had set eyes on my loss,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I could not afford that loss if it happened,
The scavengers roamed freely around,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I was saved with lot of effort & her love,
The vultures were kept away by her,
So glory to the king of hearts...

I won my love back putting all efforts,
The guillotine fails to get my neck,
**So, glory to the queen of my heart...

Your dialogues are like the Calculus,
I don't get it why dx/dy has to be solved.
I still don't get it when you say 'it's just okay'.

Your behavior is horrible like Rubik's Cube,
I don't get it why it has to be disturbed at all.
I still don't get it when you kiss me through tears.

Your decision-making is as fluid as the Water,
I don't get it why it fumes as if nascent sometimes.
I still don't get it when you sink into my arms confused.

You knew me as a poet,
You knew me as a writer,
But you knew me not as a singer.

You knew me as a fighter,
You knew me as a lover,
But you knew me not as a survivor.

You knew the zeal I have,
You knew the feel I have,
But you knew nothing of the risk.

In my stomach is what I get
When I think of being loved
By someone exclusively.

Descend when he knows he's in the truest love,
For sure.

She's the companion on a long and lonely travail,
For sure.

Often there even when not around the corner,
For sure.

I.
Set aside the ***** memories of 2014,
Just remember the golden moments,
Welcome the year next with a smile,
I don't hope 2015 to be a better year,
So unfair to hope things to get better.

II.
Didn't they teach at school,
All things go on decaying,
Relationships included,
In 2014 they decayed,
And so will they now,
I'll be ready to take it,
Whatever may come!

III.
Because I am who I am,
Stupid you may call me,
I always invited trouble,
Mortal I am just normal,
2015, just be kind on me.

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.

Call me back when you feel that you need me again.
When you feel that you can adjust with me.
When you feel that you can come out of that world of fantasy.
When you feel that you can come with me.
When you feel that you can tread on the road which is true.
When you feel that you can let others be themselves and that you can only think about us, only think about yourself, success & me.

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 lost his identity for Mystery,
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,
A*las, it was all an illusion of mine.

Can you ever stop loving me,
Would you ever do it to me??

Out from the thickest thickets,
Our loudly voices are audible!!

We hide behind these curtains,
Our ruckus will fail to be faint!!

How we fight like wild big cats,
Bodies painted red 'til sunrise??

Your hands have beautiful nails,
My back is dug by these gems!!

We don't live as normal humans,
Not many still remember loving!!

Can you understand this poem,
Would you follow me, sweetie??

Kiss life into me,
I feel suffocated,
You're caramello,
Sweet midnight kiss.
Breathe your youth,
I'll inhale with you,
And feel as young.

Your chocolatey eyes,
They tell me a story,
Just relax in this love,
We share this warmth.
As I drink to your care,
You should drink to mine,
Don't be reluctant to love.

I am born in a middle-class family,
But I am super-affluent personally.
I sleep on a humble coir mattress,
But then, I dream of you my dear.
I indulge in love with you then on,
But I wake up before I reach ******.
I love my life as you are here now,
But do tell me if you feel discomfort.
I take care presently to make sure,
But forgive me if I grow on your nerves.
I am rich and affluent because I've your love,
But don't ever let the light of love fade away.

If you happen to have it in youth,
You will lose true lovers forever.
If you happen to be so uncouth,
You lose more than just a lover.
If you happen to fail catching the sleuth,
You should look inside yourself rather.
If you often forget lovers like a cloth,
You would rather start a museum.

So fast you fly,
And you teleport,
In time and space,
You bend each law,
And you fire the beam,
N**ow - Ka-me-ha-me-ha!!!