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 Apr 2014 imadeitallup
Jayanta
They will come and
Bliss us!

They will come and
Animate us!
They will come and
Resume us!  

They will come
So, we decorate our abode!

They will come
So, I go for fishing!
They will come
So, she bakes cake!

They will come and
Make us vibrant! Nascent!  
We are waiting for them
Year after year................
They will come.........
Bathe us with music and chortle......
Dedicated to Uncle Harka Bahadur Thapa. I met him three years back in Samrung (a village in Udalguri district of Assam,India). He was of 91 years. He came to this village at the age of seven with his father from a village of present Dargeeling in search fertile agricultural land. At that time entire area was full of jungle, they struggle a lot to establish their village with five families (now it is 120). Uncle Hraka Bahadur realizes later on, that even though he has good agricultural earning, he had no education. So, he gave outmost priority to educate his two son (the only children), they achieve it, well establish themselves and stay in abroad, working there.  When I met him, both of them (Uncle Harka Bahadur and his wife) were very busy with preparation to welcome their sons, daughter in-law    and grandchild; after twenty years they are visiting Samrung.  Still I remember their smiling face! Truly waiting for children to see their smile is something different........
We have nothing else
Between You and I
Only fake words
meaningless
Only false hopes
hopeless
Nothing more
Nothing less
Us was something in the past
Goodbye!
 Apr 2014 imadeitallup
Liz
5:11am
 Apr 2014 imadeitallup
Liz
It's 5:11am. A pretty time.
The street lights outside, in my dipped  valley lane,
glow orange against the soft, warm, gloomy shades of morn.
The pretty pitter-patter of rain I can
hear on the roof is adorning the bluebells in crystals which will twinkle when the wild wide world wakes.
Wrote this this morning from bed:)
 Apr 2014 imadeitallup
Dorothy
Sitting on the porch watching
Those rowdy ******* girl dressed teens
Mixed in with guys rocking their fit but saggin' brightly colored jeans
Was enough to make this 1930s born woman
Turn into a tumultuous *grimalkin
Boy have times changed
have you nothing?
are you nothing?
are you sickened ?
are you sick and scared?

la
lalalalala
lala

wake up!
feel this!
you fool !
you sad idiot!
wake up!
feel this!

la
lalalalala
lala

you are smiling
laughing
feeling
can't you see
anything?
anything at all?

la
lalalalala
lalala
 Apr 2014 imadeitallup
Dom
How do I imagine it isn’t so?
To quell love, and deny its being:
It’s simpler to sway the impossible,
Than to stop loving you
And what of this love, your heart sings?
Remember!  Fate's sojourn leads
You to mine; and rejoices for you only,
And from my love, you must flee!
There's little comfort to be had
In reckoning broken hearts ─
Let compassion weave her spell;
To sooth these falling tears
 Apr 2014 imadeitallup
Luce
I can not wait until I can stop missing you
Someday you will

look up to the

sky for

real.

Where there is

millions and

trillions of

stars.

Where lights truly

shine.

Where sound could

not travel but

yet you can still hear.

Where your

dreams

truly

lies.

Where dreams are

realities.

Where realities are

dreams.

Where you can

truly

lose

yourself to

nothingness.
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