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 Jun 2013 Micheal Wolf
Àŧùl
I wish every now & then,
You could pinch me,
To make me feel real,
To make me believe,
That this is really my life.

I had been just been existing,
All happiness which was gone,
One significant event was fresh,
Both in my memory & my flesh,
It was just existing & not living,
I just had nothing positive left,
Everything wasn't just right.

Let Me Narrowly Narrate My Story

I was born the only child,
I grew up as a lonely child.
Parents are both working 9 to 6,
Parents barely had any time for me.
I spent hours alone talking to my toys,
I even talked to myself while playing,
I gave birth to my imaginary brother,
He wept when I cried complaining,
Everywhere the two of us were together,
I complained to him about mom-dad,
I complained about their shouting matches,
But my imaginary brother died,
He died with the basket of toys,
He was buried inside the basket of toys,
And the basket was given away as I grew up,
His favourite toy car was mine too.

I read in four high-schools & two colleges,
I missed my last set of buds only for a while,
Then I got busy with my newer schoolmates,
Forgotten was I by my previous schoolmates,
They were forgotten by me as well along time,
For days I missed them but not for a long time,
But when I stop to think I can't find a stability.

I finally reached college after finishing school,
I almost completed two years & met an accident,
I almost died but survived a 23-day long coma,
I spent a year isolated at home then recovering,
I prayed that time be kind & let me start college,
I came to know this from the previous college,
I had to then change my college in mid-course,
I had to abandon all my hard-earned friends,
I had to forget about the social service society,
The physical pain was little helpful distraction,
The mental agony from changes was greater.

Maybe bad luck is destined for me

This is what I used to think and move on,
But I met you and everything just changed,
And I love such sweet-ticklish soft changes,
Now I just want this change to stay lifelong,
Just like my accident scars & the birthmarks.
My HP Poem #318
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2013 Micheal Wolf
AJ
Babe
 Jun 2013 Micheal Wolf
AJ
Do you remember,
first day of last september?
We said goodbye,
you cried,
I wiped the tears from your eyes with my lips.
Can we go back?
When you were safe in my arms, and I was mesmerized by your charm.
 
I miss you, your silly laugh the way you walk, babe can we go back?
 
When we laughed till will cried,
then kissed till we were satisfied.
Lying in the sand,
will you hold my hand, again?
Oh darling it's not the same,
when you're not the one calling my name.
Can we go back?
Where the whole world stopped just for us, two stupid kids so it must have been something special.
 
Cause I miss your smile and running my fingers through your hair,
and your voice when you sang, and the clothes you wear. Babe can we go back?
 
Do you remember,
first day of last september?
Can we go back and make that day the rest of our lives? Babe can we go back?
 May 2013 Micheal Wolf
Nameless
I wish i could be talented or pretty.

To  be noticed, not rejected.

All I've ever been is that loser who sits by herself.

The girl who never fit in.

Sure,maybe in my pictures I'm smiling,

But did you ever stop to think that this smile might not be real?

Did you ever think it was possible to look like everything's going for you,

But on the inside, nothings right?

All i really am is this empty shell who walks around looking lively, but feeling lifeless.

I know there's more of you out there.

Maybe we understand each other to a certain extent,

But we're all fighting are own battles.

We are all alone.
I hide behind my smile in the effort you won’t see
All the fears and all the tears that haunt me constantly

The fear that you don’t love me, the tears that swiftly follow
The fear I’ll be alone; the feeling is so hollow

The tears I cry when we fight; the fear that you’ll be gone
The image of me without you keeps me up till the break of dawn

I sometimes feel like there’s an empty void
But I guess that’s just me; I’m just paranoid.
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