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 Jan 2015 GitacharYa VedaLa
Xyns
******* it!
I'm not your muse.
Or inspiration.

I'm just me
There's nothing else I can be..

Can't you see?
I'm cracked, broken, shattered..
Permanently damaged..

I'll never be what you need..
That's to everyone.
About everything.

Because this me
Will never be worthy..
 Jan 2015 GitacharYa VedaLa
axr
No, I am not fighting back any remorse
It's my soul he needs to hunt
before I collapse on the floor

She is not damaged
just a little hurt
I could live with her on any planet
or under a curse.

I can send him on a quest
to unravel my soul.
For years, I can watch his green eyes
turn to gold.
I don't sense anything sinister
Maybe for once, I can unsheathe myself
to this patient listener

Stars are strung through my soul
as I try to keep myself in the corner of my eye.
This bus maybe going downtown
but I couldn't feel any closer to heaven

Look me in the eye, won't you?
Or just give me a faint smile
Let me discover all of you
even if it takes me a lifetime
In this bus, I see only the two of us
Inch your hand closer to mine
I promise I am not a Succubus
Let me take off this veil
from my heart.
Hold it. It was beating for you anyway
If you're my true love;
we shall never part
You're no angel yet I can see your halo.
We are not trapped in the dark.
Together,we can chase rainbows.

Now that we have our hands intertwined
could the same be done for our hearts?
Believe me, it won't disturb the Ma'at.
Just two hearts beating together
connected by the truth's feather
just stay there, let green meld into brown
let me turn that frown upside down

I wait for when a second outweighs the day,
so that we'll have the wishes we hoped we may
Like dancing in the rain with fiery hearts
that connect be put out,or torn apart
An unbridled joy that forever interlocks
the fibres of our souls, as we forget of clocks.
Ma'at : Egyptian personification of Balance. Feather of truth:it was often worn by Ma'at

Aerial: Male voice.most of it is written by Frank,just a few sentences by me.
Italic: Female voice. I don't even remember who wrote what so I'll leave it to you to guess!
final part of my collab 'Solumate boulevard' with Frank! He is so sweet and talented *virtually high-fives him*
Go,stalk him! I meant go high-five him...
http://hellopoetry.com/frank-ruland/
 Jan 2015 GitacharYa VedaLa
axr
Another one exploded in their mouths.
Nostalgia.
They're dead.
Kids,don't do drugs.
365 or 366 days
Makes a year

A big bash
Everywhere in the
World

Greetings, Wishes,
Phone calls and
Lot more

Does it means
Anything to earth

Will it wish
All of us

Her attitude is calm
Her reaction is unpredictable

For her it's a new day  

She always give the same Love
I am not against New Year
It's my view
But I still wish everyone
A happy and prosperous
New year
Have a great year ahead
Why our thoughts

Have unlimited bandwidth.

Which was
Highly Confidential

Enters the state of

Judging people

No guarrentee

That we were right

All the time...

Still we will  be in this
Interesting state of mind
And it's play
Came like a spark
From somewhere
Hope you all like it
 Jan 2015 GitacharYa VedaLa
Rupal
My wishes for all of you...
Not just limited
to this year but
to all the
years you experience
in this lifetime...


Hope the years
are fun filled, smashing,
rocking and happening
just like all of you...


Wish you all happiness,
joy, peace, and
other beautiful feelings...
Have been away for a while but you all have become a part of my mind, so always in mind... Have a lot of beautiful verse to catch up on...
Surely a piece of me died back then,
Least I faced after it is physical pain,
Like needless needles it was stinging,
All I managed was writing a poem.

Not a regular poet but an enthusiast,
Within me someone happy had died,
I started embalming the dear & dead,
Only hoping that I shall be revived..

My dying song gave birth to a poem,
Heart for the poem healed my heart,
The poem was truly a miracle for me,
Nothing less than a potion of elixir...
A tribute to myself and my poem 'Angel?' that healed my heart after the inglorious accident on May 7, 2010 crippled my life permanently.

Please refer to my poem 'Angel?' @ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/265976/angel/ and its comments for connecting with the story of this poem.

I also wrote a novel called '7 Seconds' whose eBook is available @ http://www.amazon.in/Seconds-Typical-Guy-Not-Life-ebook/dp/B00MYY0DMA and writing the novel I got redemption from the ghosts of loneliness I had to tackle unwantedly after my accident had fractured my degree apart from robbing me of all the friendships I had fostered.

My HP Poem #726
©Atul Kaushal
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