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Dead lover Apr 2016
In the forest of dead,
I keep walking,
I keep exploring..

I love to be here
I love this suffocating air..

Not a man alive visits this deadly place,
It's a tree grave, dead bodies are its grace..

They were killed to be turned into books,
A man killed a tree, for another man you see..
But I see them filled up with dust,
And the bookshelf's rust..

Termites have residential blocks,
No man I ever saw, if here walks..

No proper seating, no proper lightening,
But do the ones who create darkness, need any brightening?

Every book's cover has been torn,
Every book's corner has been worn (out),
But not by those who were supposed to read,
But the ones who in these do breed..

Its a grave, a unkempt one,
Spiders, bats, rats, Termites, ants, dogs, cats,
All live with peace and harmony,
Even the dead trees are doing good you see....

That's a view of a public library,
Our world after D-Day probably
Books, I love books don't you do?
Dead lover Apr 2016
Her chapped lips, and round hips,
Her beautiful nose and cheeks of rose..

Her flawless complexion,
Her intelligent reaction..

She was a true beautiful person,
From her appearance and mind,
Still I couldn't confess my love for her,
Since just from the eyes, she was blind...
Dead lover Mar 2016
His highness is searching for a bride,
She must be very beautiful and also dutiful.

He doesn't care if she's not educate,
He just cares that she be able to *******.

He doesn't want to have a lady with brains,
He just wants a woman to hug in the rains..

He wants a first hand girl, that is a ******,
So that she doesn't complain, to merge in..

Not debate, and follow all his orders without hate.
And to accept such a wife, he needs dowry as bait!

He is gonna be king, an official ideal candidate for a bride,
Who wants to have a lady, 'her' tears who could hide
Kings my goodness!
Dead lover Mar 2016
Aura of opera of her trauma,
Was so convincing and so loving..

Never she did sleep but always does weep..

Her identity, was something but her ethnicity
meant more, and forbade her to roar!

She owns nothing, but at least something
like a small compartment in a huge apartment.!

And she  doesn't feel pity for her ****, by the owner of landscape!
Cause her brain still lives in a world, where there's no constitution's word.
Ladies please raise your voice. I feel so ashamed of incidents happening around and not being reported.. Stop suffering any kind of oppression from that sub-  section of males who have no mercy for females.

Our culture and custom may regard them a post higher, but our constitution considers them the same.

Still, I feel pity for all those, who are either being ***** for being their wives, or even worse for not being able to repay the loan..

But unfortunately, all these ladies have one thing in common, they lack education and eventually they don't know about their rights and hence, choose to suffer..

Things would have to change. Education is no joke. It must be proper! Its a powerful commodity, everyone must own it. Or maybe, at least about the constitution!
Dead lover Feb 2016
I must admit as well as appreciate,
I have the best father, my good fate.

All along, I had been wrong,
I have been cranky, stupid and ignorant
Yet you were there to make me strong,
And make my incoherent thoughts coherent.

Sorry for my mistake that I did make,
I'll correct it all, For your kindness's sake...
I promise to improve exponentially,
I feel high potentially...
To connect with etiquette,
That I thought you lacked initially..

But you are my dad,
You were meant to win finally
But I promise I would change,
And win this game, eventually
Dead lover Jan 2016
Can't the rain, hear our pain-

To shower again,
When meet the lovers insane?

And drain the strain,
Inculcated by their brains?
Dead lover Jan 2016
Well before you know anything else about him,
I'm so happy right now, with my eyes filled upto brim,
Well yeah, it's about a special friend of mine,
Call him a friend, a daddy or a birdie, all are fine.

He's a down to Earth person, with no time to even show it!
Yet people call my birdie, insensitive!
I don't know what do they want to say,
And why as negative they want him to be portrayed.

He's not weird, just unique,
He's not being selective,just doing something for himself for the first time,
You can't call him Selfish.

He's not you, He's not me,
He's better support than us, you'll see!

He's an awesome person, with his awesomeness obscure,
That doesn't make him insecure!
He's no good around people you say,
But in reality, He's the same around all..

He's not fake, expressions he doesn't feel like he doesn't know how to make.
He's just too good the way he reacts,
'cause there's just one way he acts,
That's same,
And no adjective I know,
Could complete his name...

I call him a dad as of yet,
So that such an independent person of humanity,
I don't forget.

**Dad, Please stay
Stay my
Dad
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