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They say they'll help you
But they always leave
They promise to fix you
They'll give you all you'll ever need
So you put all your eggs in their basket
But they leave you alone to waste in your casket
Basically, this is just about people coming into your life and promising to make it better but then leaving and making it worse. Something I've been experiencing a lot lately.
 Apr 2014 Dead Poet
phocks
the first time, touched
us, otherwise strangers
delving within ourselves
our overt close encounters
past intimate imitations
of love’s labour lost and gained
we collide
again and again
crossing over, crossing under
energies focused at the hip
flowing through & into one another
endlessly
we release
feathers soaked
in each other’s essence
for soakyourfeathers on tumblr
 Apr 2014 Dead Poet
Sukanya Basu
Simply loss of words
Smiling slightly as i'm writing this poem
Actually thinking of the smiles
Crying sometimes as if i don't know him
My hands shaking as vulnerable drops of tears trailing....
Trailing down the rugged path of my hand
The very hand by which i held his hand
Pools of tears forming at the base of my eyes....
Why???? why can't you get it???!!
You are never dead to me
Maybe our fights, maybe our lies...
But never our trust....
Your smile makes my heart free
Death is not the cold hands i felt near your grave
Death is that when i wrap my arms around me
And suddenly feel i am alone
And you are not there with me
Please come back from death
I beg u, my heart can bear no more
Your silence makes me shiver
Your words weren't harsh, there were no trace of violence
Maybe it was me...
Please reply to me
Those flowers were not roses, those were tulips
I guess it was the white noise, not the music..
Are you really gone...
Are you?
I have been rummaging my head
Thinking of ways to
Bring you back from the dead
I have seen people alive beside me but yet they are dead... they are silent... looking at me with sad eyes... is it my imagination or is it my fear...or is it my pain and love for people who went away from me..?
 Apr 2014 Dead Poet
anonymous
You're my:
A. Addiction
B. Best Friend
C. Comforter
D. Daydream
E. Equal
F. Family
G. Guy
H. Hero
I. Idiot
J. Joy
K. King
L. Lucky charm
M. Man
N. Number 1
O. Open Door
P. Prince
Q. Question
R. Role Model
S. Star
T. Tear
U. Uniting hand
V. Valentine
W. Winter Gift
X. The 'x' to my equation
Y. You
Z. Love Zone
Do you feel anything at all for me?
Or is this just a plot for me to hurt?
It must just not be meant to be,
but either way I feel like dirt.
 Apr 2014 Dead Poet
Sukanya Basu
je t'aime said my first lover
France had given me love
Te amo said Spain
Still love wasn't enough
wô ài ńi i heard while eating sushi
China had given me her heart
ich liebe dich i heard in Germany
i thought maybe we'll have a start
s'agapo said the greek beauty
But i wasn't mesmerized in her soul
Doo-set daaram said my persian lover
i still didn't feel the warmth, i still felt cold
Ya tebya liubliu she said and kissed
But Russia was the same, still nothing new
ik hou van jou said dutch lady
but real love in this world was really few
Ngo oiy a  the cantonese beauty said
But i still kept searching for love
ani ohev otach by hebrew girl
But somehow it still wasn't enough
My bengali beauty said ami to make bhalobashi
but i wasn't yet satisfied
my arabic princess said ana behibak
But still i didn't have a peaceful night
When i sat back home
i realized which one is true
Arms wrapped around me, hugged me and said
"i love you".
languages are different everywhere but love is universal. love has no boundaries.
 Apr 2014 Dead Poet
Sukanya Basu
It's the fear of getting hurt
The fear of getting lost
The fear of haunting in minds
The fear of snow and frost
The fear of immobilized usher
Not showing the seat of pride
Where is this love
Do turn back the days and time
Tears are evanescent
Fears are mortal
Jealously is contemporary
While love is immortal
Bite me into the realms of immortality
He's not fearful of hunger
He's not afraid of sunlight
He adores rain and thunder
An empty min is a devil's workshop
But an empty heart is a broken cover
If there is a question of what love is
You may ask it to my fearless lover.
To fall in true love is an act of bravery. A fearless hero may go out in the battle who is mortal but whose love is immortal.
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