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 Feb 2015 blythe
Chuck
Dance
 Feb 2015 blythe
Chuck
A bile seeps into the crevis of my soul
Nausea and dyspepsia infest the sinews of my being
Death would be a welcome reprieve from the pain
Then my mind wanders to you
And I dance among the flowers of euphoria
It's a beautiful morning
Although it's freezing outside
And I'm too lazy to get out of my bed.

It's a beautiful feeling
To get back home after working 9 to 5
And see my lazy cat still sleeping in her tiny bed

It's a beautiful world
Imperfectly perfect, filled with many wicked people
But treasured with few, everlasting loved ones

It's a beautiful life
Of happiness, dreams, hope and butterflies
And, everyday's ordinary victories make me feel alive.
#I_don't_always_write_sad_poems *wink *wink
 Feb 2015 blythe
Àŧùl
My jigsaw is definitely incomplete,
Not spiritually anymore but physically,
This very jigsaw of my life I talk about,
You were a citizen of the heavens,
Thanks for condescending in my life,
And I will be happy to complete yours,
We just have to wait for few more years.

My happiness you are - know it,
Never let me find you gone even virtually,
This jigsaw will always be unsolved,
Your clear voice is of the heavens,
Thanks for accepting to be my wife,
An angel you have come but I am a vermin,
We marry when I succeed and the dust clears.
My HP Poem #769
©Atul Kaushal
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