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The rain taps
on my window.

                             It asks me
                             if it can
                             sing in my ear.

Until I
fell asleep.

                                                               ­           I wish the rain,
                                                                ­          was you.
Not my own, found this on tumblr, thought of sharing because it is wonderful!
I’ve got a signboard pinned to my chest.
It reads:

“Beware of the door. Trespassers will be
versed and put in rhymes.”


Ten-thousand volts of electricity for the man
who dare enter; an auction of body parts

is the central theme to my story.
I gave away my heart to the one with the easiest ways

and my mind for whom I could not find
my tongue. Every time my heart skips a beat

sirens wail into madness and lights start
rolling into the night. I wear barbed

wires as a wristwatch: telling me to
wake up whenever I have a sleepless night.

Put your ear to my chest and you’ll hear
clanking of bolts out of place and the death rustle

of a mechanical beast settling
into his bed for the long, long

night.
7/15, 16
Walk down a lonely road
To look at autumn leaves.
Breathing quietly
So she doesnt wake.

Cold evenings
Are for falling in love.
Letting the snowflakes knock
On her window.

Under apple trees
With her laughter in your ears.
Listen carefully
Or you wont see the sun set
In the east.

If the sky sighs
Youll see her in a drop of rain.
Chasing after clouds
While your umbrella waves goodbye.
change of seasons - sweet thing
I saw forever in your eyes. . .


                Then you closed them.
Wrote this when I found out my husband was in love with another woman.
I'll wait for you forever
till stars forget to shine,
and oceans become puddles,
words no longer rhyme

Till deserts turn to gardens
where flowers go to bloom,
the grass is red, the skies are green,
the dawn brings out the moon

Till rain is something very dry
and butterflies drive trucks,
when every pond is chocolate sauce
with candy coated ducks

Till basements have a penthouse view
with windows three floors high
and stairways are a place to swim
no matter how you fly

Till mountains are a level path
that you will go to walk
and silence now becomes a way
for every one to talk

Till everything we've ever known
is gone and disappeared
The world does end, there's nothing more
just like we always feared

Till broken hearts are happy,
tears a welcome site
Night comes at the break of day
and daytime looks like night

I'll wait for you forever
until the end of time
It matters not how long it takes
if I can call you mine
Okay guys, this is going to be a romantic poem as I was in a fresh mood after I woke up. I dreamed about my ideal girl and in this poem I'm going to describe her.

The Kohl In Her Eyes
The Bangles In Her Wrists
The Anklets In Her Legs
Are All Golden

The Sweetness Of Her Choice
The Mellowness Of Her Voice
The Callowness Of Her Rejoice
Are All Elven

The Divinity In Her Face
The Uniformity In Her Grace
The Words In Her Praise
Are All Woven
My HP Poem #9
© Atul Kaushal

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