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 Oct 2014 Abhay Chopra
Louise


I miss you but I don't know who you are
Want to touch you but you're just so very far

You visit my dreams but we've never even met
It's where I always tell you how much we could have meant

Imagining your scent I close my eyes and slowly inhale
Fantasising of the sunset into which we could sail

The taste of your lips is a memory I'm waiting to have
Yet all the time wishing it's one I'd already had

Will your embrace, I wonder, ever be mine to steal?
Feeling your warmth, mending this heart that needs to heal

I'll hold this dream in my mind so tight and so very close
One day maybe you'll come true! I'll pray, and who knows?



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Something is missing from deep inside but will I ever know?
Tell me where you are and to this place I will surely go

Within my dreams there's a place that feels so very real
A gentle voice in the beautiful distance mirrors the way I feel

The scent of Jasmine reminds me of a face I've never met
My heart remains loyal and my mind is already set

Full lips, I imagine, leaving 'lust' as a subtle taste
I reach out to caress you but lose the memory of your face

It's like you've already held me but left the imprint on my heart
I would readily begin searching if I knew just where to start

This fantasy, visiting only at night, will stay with me 'til death
and when I leave this earth, your name will fall upon my fragile breath
This is about 2 people dreaming of their soul mate. They haven't met but are waiting and dreaming about each other.
 Oct 2014 Abhay Chopra
Genma J
You have galaxies in an iris and
Constellations lining the
Curvatures of your palms but
You count the steady stream of
Craters left on the hardened shelter
Of volcanic rock holding
Your bleeding heart together –
And you call yourself defective.
You forget the courage of the
Soft tissue that dares to beat and
Bleed molten hot passion
And love from a core
That dares to keep churning
While the fists keep flying
And scarring.
You abhor the marks
And the memory of
Wasted muscle on a skeletal frame
And you call yourself broken.
But I marvel at the broken pieces
How they shine with the light of a
Dying star, and your eyes
That glow, not with the white-hot hatred
Of a nuclear blast
But with the electric florescence of
An expanding sun.
You are
Light, and you are
Power, and you are
Fragments
Of the skeleton you were
With a million universes on your fingertips
And a billion lives on your tongue.

*(Be big.
Expand.
Take up space in
His arms and
Your head, and I promise:
One day the world will
Stop filling your core with
Negativity, and you’ll
Supernovae.
And you’ll be beautiful.)
To anyone who feels like cosmic dust: you are nothing if not the most brilliant Light.  And you are beautiful.
It was simply murky evening
Amazing sparking stars has fallen down
Cold air had just kissed me
To remember you

And you give me reason to smile
You spark up my life, my world
Dear, with your presence I feel divine
Your amazine touch heals all my pain

I’ve seen a dream with you
To be around in all ups and downs
In this sweet journey of my life
And you give me a reason to smile

My beloved, a very happy birthday to you
Together we make awesome two
Together we make awesome two…!!!

©Saujan Gyawali
20 October 2014
 Oct 2014 Abhay Chopra
menmarou
I want to be with you,
maybe not forever,
but at least a little bit longer than never.
-Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.
I'm told that I'm depressive,
but I'm not sure what that means.
I guess I have my ups and downs,
My tears they cleanse, they clean

I never seem to turn it off,
the switch is hidden ... lost
I take frustrations out on you
without clear thought of cost

I feel as if it never fades
I'm struggling to breathe
and now I know what causes it
I'm scared you're going to leave
Waiting on the other side
Of an equal sign.
An equation left
Unsolved.

I'm supposed to be a sum
Her + Me = Eternity
Yet I'm still waiting
To be solved.

Left in a textbook,
Unnoticed and unloved.
Trying to ignore the groans,
The glares, the words.

Jotted down repeatedly,
Still no one sees,
I want out,
I want a life.

Forever hoping and believing
That my real question will be answered.
I'm left as a problem,
Impossible to solve.

I lay on this piece of paper,
Eager to know,
If I'm true,
Or hopelessly false.

So I'm waiting on the other side
Of an equal sign.
And equation left
I solved.

I'm sitting and wondering
If there's anyone home.
Yes.

I can even make maths depressing.

— The End —