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 Feb 2014
Àŧùl
I love you my darling.
I want you & only you in my life.
But it's not all I desire.

My 1st desire is to show them my calibre.
My 2nd desire is to make it larger than life.
My 3rd desire is to be one with you.
My 4th desire is to then make kids.
My 5th desire is to get on in life with you.

That's my fistful of desires.
Getting on in life obviously means to die eventually getting older.
My HP Poem #552
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2014
Kripi
I think about you every day and night
In my dreams...

I sit with you at the day time
I meet with you every night in my dreams
We play
we laugh
we hug
we kiss
we love each other
..

In my dreams...

I love......

When you come closer to me
And i just take a step backward
You come forward
Me backward
And you forward
I just stop moving
And i see in your eyes which are full of love
And you come closer to me
....

In my dreams...

I love......

When you come more closer to me
I just close my eyes
And you say perfectly...."Baby!...I wanna love you!"
I look at you with love
And I say nothing
I just come little closer to you and
I touch your lips with mine
Ah...It feels so good
You stop
You become surprised
And ask me...Hey...How can you do this?...I mean you usually feel so shy..
I smile and reply...Dear!...Its my another style....I wanna love you too!..
You become so glad...
And the night begins
We love each other...As we are for each other
...

In my dreams**....
 Feb 2014
Kripi
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
Truly With Heart To My Loved Ones
I Wrote This Poem Third Time...Because Of Different Reasons It Was Getting Deleted...
 Feb 2014
Àŧùl
Tell you about how I miss you,
All the time I want to kiss you!

But I seriously control myself,
I keep myself busy somehow!

Study academic stuff so often,
Poems each day I write for us!

Even you write poems for me,
But you must study ten times!

Because even you know how,
How important it is to study!!
For a brighter tomorrow,
For dreams to come true.

So please do not mind studies,
Personal experience speaking.

My HP Poem #545
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2014
agalwithwords
Same old same old me
Coming back with a bang and glee
What a wonderful life, I lead
Full of thorns and crackling seed
If you dare, try to be a part
Otherwise on your road you depart
Now am totally out of control
No one can stop, as I roll
I say if you want some peace
Then stay away from my cheese
Try to cheat or manipulate
The next second I’ll eliminate
You will see what I am capable of
I understand only the words of love
You will see the wrath of this woman
If you ever try to play with my passion
Enough of letting others to rule
I know everything, I am nobody’s fool
I am the woman, I am the power
I am the steel, I am the tower
I have the strength of 300 men
I can conquer the earth again and again
I am of the tears, of the laughter
Hope flies high and sought after
Forgetting the sorrow and the pride
Through the dark ice, I soulfully glide
If you are a woman, remember this
You are your own, rest are dismissed…
Finding the strength again... :)
 Feb 2014
Àŧùl
I do believe that there couldn't be anything,
Present or past or even in the days to come,
Which match the **** contours of her neck.

Slim & young it got me hooked for lifelong,
It is just as some branch of the mango tree,
As the tree it bears vivid fruits of her face..

A short story of the luck fruits is necessary,
Be it her sweetest voice or her saltier tears,
I relish it all and I receive it as the dainty...
My HP Poem #539
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2014
JK Cabresos
Dig a hole.

Name it LOVE.

Jump into that hole.

So, I'll be FALLING IN LOVE.
 Feb 2014
JK Cabresos
We were young,
sitting on a couch,
playing legos and super powers,
faces with chocolates,
yes, those smiles melted my heart,
and I have no idea
I would love you since then.

We were lying on the rooftop,
watching the glimmers of the stars,
how they passed by
and fell from the skies,
I looked at you
while you were talking,
yes, those smiles melted my heart,
and you don't know
that just like those stars
in the moonlit night,
I have already fallen for you.

We were lost in the middle
like bottles in the ocean,
I sought you in every corner
of the streets
and found you crying
in your room,
you hid your face with pillow
and I was standing there crying too.

You never noticed me,
he broke your heart
for a thousand times,
and I was just your crying shoulder ---
just a crying shoulder.

After years of pretending,
I decided to tell you the truth.
I can't smile
without you in my life,
for I was drawn to loving you
with no love at all in return.

Yet you told me
you have loved me
even from the beginning
of our love story,
when we were young,
sitting on a couch,
playing legos and super powers,
faces with chocolates,
yes, my smiles melted your heart,
and you have no idea
you would love me too.

You caught me
looking on your eyes
while you were talking
about the future,
and like those stars
you have already fallen for me too.
And you only hid your face
that day,
for you couldn't take me
crying out of your pain.

We were supposed to be forever,
we were supposed
to surpass eternity,
but I was just mistaken
by my bewildered fantasies ---
I failed you dear.

I have been fighting this sickness
and I have never given up,
it's just that ---
I love you
and I hate myself
when I see your tears
falling on your sleeve.

I wrote this poem
for you to remember me ---
the memories we shared,
and when you read this
maybe that time I'm already gone.
I love you until my last breath,
I'm sorry but I have to leave ---
I'm sorry.
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 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Last words with her,
So indifferent, so short,
The spoken tongues lashed
Indecipherable, unearthing
Doom, whitewashing the truths,
Forgotten blues of California sky,
Abandoned in that glean, garish glare
Of yellow sun,
            Fearing naught, the dark moon
Would soon arrive, taking place of all
Our glazed, lost, light.
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Words, utter, deconstruct,
Pure truth is now, tainted.
Always two ways of seeing,
Right is mighty and written,
The blinking stars, warning,
Over heads of manly stone,
Silent testimony unheeded.
Faith, the hearts perdition,
The exquisite supplication,
The tyrants dream so freely
Spun for turning heads tips
As baubles do when moon
Is full or the sun is searing.
Is the world really flat? Are
The angels already among
Us or do birds surely winter
On the moon?
There once were superstitious explanations for birds disappearing in winter: that they either hibernated, or turned into other species. A third common misconception, originating from a pamphlet published in 1703, was that birds actually spent the winter on the moon.
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
.
This wee Scottish imp fell from the skies,
One mythic creature, telling only truths,
Fresh from a fabled land called Utopia—
Once gave a lecture to a room full of old,
Future splatterers of the status quo, dim
Poms and drones from a garrison called:
Oxford.  God save the dream!  Help us all . . .
Conservative 'right' is always wrong.

"Men like Galloway, MP, have an ability to transport their audience away from the mundane and towards the grand and imaginative. Both will insist that they are simply appealing to reason, but human beings don’t just communicate to each other through verbal reasoning. They also use voice, looks, clothes, context and personal narrative to excite the taste buds of the mind. When that happens in perfect combination, politics becomes poetry. And politics – which is all about human communication – is really an art. It’s an art that Gorgeous George performs more beautifully than most of his peers. That’s why people keep on voting for him  .  .  ."
    -– Tim Stanley, the Telegraph
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Seashells and castles,
Imagination, holy as the skies,
Sea sprayed our faces.
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