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 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
.
*wisdom
comes
from those who've
learnt,

lived

and were

burnt...
The line
you are my valentine
has lost shine

but well
word is just label

i mean
deep within
like undying old wine
each of us has a valentine

dunno why.....
it refuses to die!
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
effaced
some
    people
          throw
             around
                 words,
                      that
                          others
                               consider
                        ­             precious...
Words like "princess, darling, love, sweetheart", etc. i feel are meant to be for someone you love in a relationship way. Nowadays, everyone seems to consider everything cliche, but honestly they are precious.
TRUE RELIGION

If you must **** for your religion
Then your religion is not true
For the true God showed compassion
And he died for me and you

No true religion will require
That you take somebodys life
You cannot force them to believe
When they don't think the way you like

A true religion sees no difference
In those who will believe
Men and women stand together
And as equals they are seen

The choice it must be given
For a religion to be true
It is only God from up above
Who in the end can then judge you

If you must **** for your religion
Then your religion is not true
For the true God showed compassion
And he died for me and you


Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts**

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In response to the Killing of 21 Christian Egyptians by ISIS. Killed for no other reason then being Christian and not believing the same as another. Christianity wants you to teach the word, speak the word but it does not require you to **** if the other will not listen. In Christianity Jesus gave his life for us so we would not need to give our life. Jesus gives each person the choice to believe or not but does not want you killed if at first you do not hear the word. Jesus continues to place himself in lives for as long as needed in the hope that his light is seen. No torture,  no death, just love.
Darkness seeds the deepest crevices
With life-forms unknown to the world
Away from the glare and light of day
Unknown, yet they continue to thrive
A parallel system of lifestyle
Adapted to the harshest of conditions
Not in harmony with the lit up world
But in perfect sync with darkness itself
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
Bottled
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
.
•...mouth
wide  op-
en, glis-
tening...
in the li-
ght•aw-
aiting to
swallow
this lone
piece of parch-
ment•on it i've scribbled
all my heart could write•bea-
ring sweet nothings, sure and si-
lent•now... take this scroll•down
your neck... it'll effortlessly slide...
•to the core of your very soul•my
message would  follow your gui-
de•your opening i'd then gladly
seal •so your contents would...
remain guarded • time is now
to set adrift all i feel...•....now
ride the waves through jour-
ney uncharted•let the curr-
ents take you• let the tides
and winds be your friends
• ...  my quiet well wishes
would see you through •
in hopes that you would
be received by my love's
deserving... and...  open



*hands•
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
Àŧùl
When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My nose was a pug, round and it was flat near my eyes.

It remained so cute till I was barely fourteen,
When it got a lifted ridge, I never knew.

Maybe until when I got the better of my own level,
When my acumen got sharper in the world's eyes.


When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My nature was so happy, jolly and gaily.

It remained so young till I crossed nineteen,
When I was greeted by the world's toxicity.

Maybe until when I got some more experience,
When I was left with a single option to grow up.


When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My choice remained between sweet & more sweet.

It remained so till I tasted what failure felt like,
When I felt their choices imposed on myself.

Maybe until I fell in the truest love of them all,
When I loved Mystery and only thought for her good.



I realize that she might feel constricted by my extreme love,
So I will let her experience more and would only caution her.
I love you truly Mystery,
Your father will also love me.

I am studying for a good career,
A good career will mean a good life.

My HP Poem #768
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
Àŧùl
I went to the forest,
Forest spoke a poem...

*Have you seen my green trees,
The trees that gave me shade..

Have you seen my animals,
The animals that here played.

Have you seen my birds,
The birds that sang their songs..

Have you seen my flowers,
The flowers that scented my air...

Why does the evening feel so barren,
Where has she bereft me to rot alone?

Oh my companion mother nature,
Where have you left me oh my God?

Why only the hardened insects remain,
Who am I supposed to listen to now?

Would this bit of grass be able to survive,
Or will it abandon me just like others?

Where do these two-legged creatures come from,
Have I forgot having looked after them throughout?

Why do they use my wood to kindle bonfires,
Couldn't father time just revert everything back?
A namesake personification of the forest,
I give vent to my personal feelings herein.

My HP Poem #772
©Atul Kaushal
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