My Happiness Is Dedicated To You
My Grief Is Dedicated To Myself
My Smiles Are Dedicated To You
My Tears Are Dedicated To Myself
My Joys Are Dedicated To You
My Pains Are Dedicated To Myself
My Destinations Are Dedicated To You
My Paths Are Dedicated To Myself
My Blessings Are Dedicated To You
My Curses Are Dedicated To Myself
My Easy Ways Are Dedicated To You
My Tough Ways Are Dedicated To Myself
My Good Time Is Dedicated To You
My Bad Time Is Dedicated To Myself
My Joyful Moments Are Dedicated To You
My Emptiness Is Dedicated To Myself
My Whole Life Is Dedicated To You*
My Death Is Dedicated To Myself

A necessary evil for our segregation,
It's the deadly examination monster.

It's rough-tough so it never spares us,
Alongside the weaknesses it bares us.

Prepare for them if you want it easy,
Your scores often determine the life.

Never you give-up all fearing failure,
For you can write your future bright.

Holding shining silver string of love,
You 'come more courageous in life...

Even as she gets busy with stuff
She doesn't ever make me alone
Her cute holographic image stays
Leaving no scope for Loneliness
Killer is the way that she smiles

Trying to touch her cheeks then
I extend my arm as I intend that
But then I only reach the mirrors
Realizing that it is me & me only
I smile to myself I am her lover

She is looked at not as an object,
Not at all a means to please him,
But as the life producing mother.

She has faced no physical abuse,
Not any sort of emotional either,
But respected if not worshipped.

She looks happily in the mirror,
Not to find her mascara ruined,
But admires it & longs for tears.

She stands as equals with them,
Not as assistant but participant,
But equally women & men live.

She also eats dinner at the table,
Not just serving them everyday,
But also relishing food he cooks.

She shares a new equal dignity,
Not fearing any ****** or teaser,
But cared for who she is to him.

She is content with spirituality,
Not praying only the male God,
But also aware of His Mother...

She is from Amritsar,
Home to the Golden Temple,
And a historically important city.

He is from Karnal,
Home for some research,
And Indian Milk Revolution..

She is still innocent,
Drawn to his charming self,
And that too quite righteously...

He is experienced,
Drawn to her innocence,
And is always there for her....

She is very receptive,
Often listens to his advice,
And much to her advantage.....

He is most supportive,
Showing her lighted path,
And so for her is all of him......

Both replace all pairs,
Many poets know of them,
And Mystery-Atul just rejoice.......

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My first love, so soft and steady
When did you become so frail
Since the veil I lifted from your morning face?

When did that constant heart of yours
Wane and flicker in the dale
Your cheek pale as a brush of garter lace

That pocket watch I forged with love
To last a lifetime give it here
Though I fear to play at God, I need more time

Marilyn, drink your tea and sleep
Worry not what I do with fire, with brass
This will pass pumping cogs in motion all a-chime

Now

Let me rest my head upon your chest
Listen intent to the rhythm
Of you still here with me

I cannot hold fate off forever but

Hold me dear, at least a little longer
Before you go.


tick. tock.
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She's the ultimate girl,
I am her male version,
My dream come true...

Write all our poetry,
Lovingly compose it,
Only for each other..

Luckily for me,
She's a poetess,
Krispi it is you.

Yesterday, it was all so gloomy,
Yesterday, it was all so grim,
But of course, it was yesterday.

Today, it is all so happy,
Today, it is all so fun,
But of course, it is today.

Yesterday, all hope was gone,
Yesterday, all here was tears,
But o'course, 'twas yesterday.

Today, all hope is back,
Today, all here smile,
But o'course, 'tis today.

Yes I feel the difference dear,
I feel happy in the best way,
The reason is you, yes you.

Ladies & Gentlemen, behold!
Listen to the story I have to share.
A fantasy from future.

Someday in Future
Setting: The underground metro train

Characters: She & me


Me: Now our stop is at the end, darling.

She: I'd just relax until we reach then, dear.

Me: How're you going to do that, standing?

She: I've my personal pillar to hold on to for relaxing, you know - I don't fear...

Me: ...and that is me?

She: Yes & no!

I look clueless and she lets out a laughter barely audible to others in the metro train.

She: You yourself are not the pillar but you've the pillar!

I blush big time and turn tomato-red, her delicately-soft hands come pull my cheeks and by now I am able to duly respond as the man.

Me: Oh I see! So madam is in a good mood to flirt. Good-good, even I was starting to get bored hearing only to the harsh sound of the metro train on the track, let us recollect the previous night.

She: Sure, you bear the onus of starting the account and I'll recount the ending as we reach home.

Me: Alright then, here we go.

Low voices
Me: Darling I started it all,
I came from the showers,
I carried a seductive grin,
As I moved forwards,
You started to fall,
Not caring where you fell towards.
And you fell in my arms,
I held you softly as my baby,
As you're precious to me like one.
I then lifted you in my arms,
You had a soft glowing smile on your lips.
Then I laid you on the bed,
You appeared like Aphrodite.
The white gown was off in a jiffy,
You looked at my towel's knot,
And you undid it the next.

She: As the pillar was unveiled,
I hoisted myself on it,
And we came together.

Me: Now the station seems closer, let us conclude our recounting Friday night. *(Looking at my watch)

She: Yes, we have a night every other night. (Winks)

Me: I love you, honey! (I smile)

She: Not more than me! (Her smile is more brilliant)

By now the train approaches our stop and we are smiling as we dismount the train.

On our minds for a sleepless Saturday night we are hatching a beautiful plan.

Who holds me safe as I fall,
Who hugs me when I need,
Who harnesses to me tight.

All time of day as I breathe,
All this inhaling & exhaling,
All that I believe is yourself.

In the dark of a gloomy sky,
In my braver heart & lungs,
In all situations I recall you.