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 Nov 2014 W D Haven
SOLACE
Make me a star in the sky, set me on fire and send me off with the wind.
Make me sparkle and gleam.
Make me beautiful and minuscule up in the unfathomable sky.
Send me away.
Send me alone.
Send me far.
Send me up into the clouds.
Make me a star.
 Nov 2014 W D Haven
alex
Depression
 Nov 2014 W D Haven
alex
There are countless tally marks engraved into this
pit of hurt and sorrow. I have been down
here lying flat on my belly trying not to
grind my teeth. Your name keeps
circling my head making me
dizzier and dizzier by the
minute. When I finally
realize I am being su-
rrounded by water,
it's too late.I look
all around for an
escape but your
name just dan-
ces in front of
my eyes. Eve-
ry hole on my
face starts to
fill up. I beg
myself  to st-
op crying, but
I    can't hear.
The water wa-
nts   to take
me too, but
the weight
tied around
my ankles m-
akes it impos-
sible. When
I look up thr-
ough the tra-
nquil water I
swear the
last thing
I see is
your
sm
il
e.
 Nov 2014 W D Haven
Àŧùl
Galloping through the apparently calm meadows,
My springbok hoofs were touching the grass softly.

How I rejoice hopping in the air above the cool moisty grass,
Hopping feels so ecstatic after a cool shower on the rainy season.

Maybe it's in the rain now that I feel so addicted to, but then I stop,
And probably it's the Anaconda's coil that siphons up on me now.
My HP Poem #683
©Atul Kaushal
different                                     routes



   take


    may


     paths


     Our



   ­          Our roots                                  are common
can be attained only when we realize and accept this common thread
 Nov 2014 W D Haven
Ekuu
Gone_
 Nov 2014 W D Haven
Ekuu
Night has lost it's charm
This longing doesn't speak
to heart of mine,
Maybe the wait for some
hope has finally gone.
              Do you know!
                The lost birds
                 of my town,
                 wander around
                 searching for you...
                Tell me pal!
                When hope dies
                 Don't you feel dead?

But I'm Surviving on every single
detail that went through my heart
just to rapture,
all pleasant emotions
that once made me.... &
will never change.
Some people leave ...just like that.
 Nov 2014 W D Haven
Ekuu
I'll read  your words irrespective of everything
                    They tend to calm the storm within
O mother, take me there, where I find the gratifying grace,

Take me there, where I dwell in bliss,

Take me there, where I ramble in rapturous joy,

Take me to that miraculous planet and nurture me,

O mother, take me there, where I find the tantalizing nothingness,

Take me there, in to the surrealistic world and let me ponder over the nature’s allegories,

Take me to this exuberant excursion,

O mother, I have become claustrophobic, I cannot live in this enclosed space,

Take me to the infinity where I have no confinity,

Take me through the valleys of sunshine and glory,

O mother, Let me live the eternal love,

Let me smell the soil,

Let me hear the choirs of sea,

Let me be an epicurean,

Let me squelch and tread on the planet,

Let me see the picturesque of nature,

Let me lay my body on the roots of heaven,

Let me dandle on your knees,

Let me construe the dappled sky,

Let me live and leave,

O mother, instigate your benign impulsion,

I long to see you and the world,

I want to be resurrected,

O mother, I loved you before I knew, I believed in you before I knew.
The child descries the unfathomable beauty and exhilaration on the planet when he is in the womb and makes an earnest request to emanate him out of the gestation period....
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Mosaic patters scattered flowing through the ever increasing boundaries of life's creation
Emotions as that life giving waters flow endlessly through those stretching corridors we create within those dreams producing the visions we create
Experience as that hanging back drop tapestry woven from the clinging places as vibrating memories the past our futures making
As strands of leather through times apron gently woven into recollections gently nurtured, the good we keep, the bad rejected from the future its tossed forsaken
Again the shining rainbow coloured patterns scattered silently flowing through the ever increasing boundaries of life's creation


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 Nov 2014 W D Haven
PrttyBrd
Time      runs        stagnant        in        wait*


*Yet/races/in/your/embrace
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