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Adele Aug 2014
I met an illusionist
Deceived by his tricks
watch him clearing the mist
A theater where audience
was enticed.
Dexterous wand in his hand
A real métier with
a craft of magic,
welcome to his land.
Then I roused from a spell
Reasonably au fait with such hoodwink
I can see myself sinking
in a blink.

-A

8/17/14
Yeah he's good.
Adele Aug 2014
Maybe if I step on
enough flowers
or break
enough  
hearts  
I just might forget
I'm made of broken parts
my fave piece </3
Adele Aug 2014
she                                                        
writes a list
of all the things
    she hates about herself
in just one word:

everything
                                             ­                    he
                                                 writes a list
                                          of all the things
                             he loves about her                  
                                       in just one word:

                                               *everything
Adele Aug 2014
It's a journey of a leaf
that fell from a tree!

Plummetted restfully
lying on the ground
Atlast, it's free!

Whoosh! Going somewhere,
up an down, left and right
Adhered everywhere.

People step on it,
back and forth, south to north
It's been a dream
but a cruel world it seems
A nigthmare, so dim.

Wishing to come back home
but there's no turning back
Lost it's track.

A whirl of wind
took it where it belongs
It just have to be strong,
and a thought of
good things will come along.

-A

8/15/14
I don't know if it's good but I tried :)
  Aug 2014 Adele
Pradip Chattopadhyay
Not everything I can make into a poem
like the sky just after rain
her embroidered smile its minutest hem
in her shade of cornea a grain of pain!

Not everything I can make into a poem
like wind eddies from wings of bird
her amorous veil that stokes my flame
in her lips’ quiver the unuttered word!

Not everything I can make into a poem
like the heron’s swoosh on the moon of marsh
her endless aroma without a name
in her eyes the million stars!

Not everything I can make into a poem
like when perches the bird on nest
her flushed cheeks in love game
in her kiss the sea salt’s taste!
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