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 Dec 2016 agalwithwords
SabreLi
Just when things seem to be going so well
Something comes along and knocks the wind from your sail
You build a bridge across the ocean
To find someone back home has lost the devotion
And sinks beneath the waves

So today I made up my mind
To leave this world behind
To find the place where you now rest
So we can be together again
At last

The blood will run dry in my veins
Leaving no trace on the knife
As I leave behind these chains
And the pain it will disintegrate
Wash away the plague of life
As I wash my hands of fate

I thought everything was going so well
‘Til something came along and I tripped up and fell
Making me realise the notion
That someone back home is lost in emotion
Got lost digging their grave

So today I made up my mind
To leave this world behind
To find the place where you now rest
So we can be together again
At last

And the waves will carry me to you
They'll **** the space between us
Just as they **** me too
And the stars will disappear from view
They'll roam the space above us
As I will roam with you
As I will roam with you
Carry me to you

Copyright © 2012-2017 KF
Yet another one written about loss and bereavement
 Dec 2016 agalwithwords
bones
Lonely, like the ancient ocean
flooding fast upon the sand

past a fading line of footprints,
ankle deep in surf she stands

casting wishes on the water
like a sprinkling of snow,

light they land but moments after,
melt into the waves, and go..
 Oct 2016 agalwithwords
Àŧùl
Lest one may tap my shoulder from my past,
For I'm striving to come back to my present.

Beyond thinking about her 24x7x365 benefit,
Now here I'm cursing myself for being unfit.

Was she true ever, or was I paranoid forever,
I will not get to know any of it for real ever.

Her mother had told me about her daughter,
That she had met someone else from Gujarat.

And now I have known who it was before me,
For whom she broke up with me permanently.

Will you just continue to hide behind your lies,
Or would you come out in the open ultimately?

Oh dear, why did you not tell me to stop ever,
Were you just trying me just as a time pass bf?
Accept that you were doublecrossing me, I will forgive you and just move on satisfactorily.

Your mother had told me that you had met that a particular Gujarati boy named Rahul much before I came into your life.

Now even that Rahul Kushwah has confirmed the same on a Hike Chat and said much more than just that. He revealed that he has always been your boyfriend.

I request you to just accept the fact and be with anyone you want – help me be happy with the fact that I did not leave any stone unturned.

I will be completely happy, my readers will agree.

HP Poem #1197
©Atul Kaushal
Dear Little One,
What Is It Like
Being Happy All The Time?
Having Everyone In The World To Play With,
And Hearing Angels Chime?
A Beautiful And Strong Voice Telling You It Will Always Be Alright,
Even When Down Here, Countries Are Having Fights?
Little One, We Miss You, But We Know You're Happy In The Sky
Tell Me, Is God An Awesome Guide?
In loving memory of Gabriel 9-2-16 ❤️
( Sonnet )*

In youth a girl once appeared to me
And joy out made drawn faces station,
Each moment loveliest grant of dream
All days a burst in thirsty celebrations

And for eyes set a buzz to insects flung,
Time lapped its circle of blessed waves,
On shores of pond we made truest love,
Iridescent beyond their sparkling trades,

Wetted lips rapt in late hatch morrows
And the moon lighted the shyest stars,
Never was hint of brood nor of sorrow,
In close after days now raining way far.

O why so fast did she come then desert,
Taking the whole of sweet sun with her?
To you,
who's feeling empty,
whose life is lost in the sea,
who's broken into pieces,
whose body is full of bruises,
who's full of hatred,
whose love has just faded,
who's behind the bars,
whose night has no stars,
who's suffering from sickness,
whose spirit is as its weakness,
who's in so much pain,
whose thoughts can't be explained,
who's having a troubled heart,
whose living is like an unattractive art,
who's thinking what this life means,
whose soul is unclean,
who's filled up with this world's love,
whose eyes aren't focus above,
who's just waiting to die,
whose eyes are full of sighs,

You must have cried hard,
for your life's scarred.
No reason for you to be merry,
and all you want is to be set free.
May this season be a reminder to you,
that love came down for you and yes it's true.
Jesus the Son of God was born for you,
to save you from sins– a priceless rescue!
He will be the hope of your heart,
the One who will give you a beautiful start.
Today, choose to look at God Almighty,
and He will be an enough reason for your heart to be merry.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 24, 2015
Dedicated to people who are facing different kinds of trials in life and those who don't have a reason to be merry this Christmas season.
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