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Eat
Empty,
no hunger,
depression,
have to eat,
fill the emptiness,
throw up,
eat again,
throw up,
nothing fills,
only the pills.
Bulimia is still a widely misunderstood and serious condition, this is my contribution to raise awareness for it and other eating disorders.
Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left

That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry

That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her
Republishing my old poem again after reading WL Winter's poem on Plath.

One of my favourite poets
HE:
It was a long while ago
since I left my village
There’s been no word
no traveller with news –
and I am dying for any song
from the girl I left behind


SHE:
It's been some time ago
Since that boy left me behind
Where he is, nobody knows
There's been no news to find
I would like to just sing him one more song
About how he's the boy that I've loved for so long
Maybe he'll come to me, in my dreams
But in reality, he's nowhere it seems...


HE:
The day’s work offers diversion
but the quiet evening
brings back the pain
How is she now
the one I left behind?
I see her still in my mind –
across the river
and she would not wave goodbye


SHE:
I regret not waving to him
On that dreadful final goodbye
I wonder if he thinks of me
On that last day, did he see me cry?
Daily chores and family
Offer me some solace
But nothing feels the same
As when him and I were US


BOTH: (Chorus)
Staring at this glassy water,
Our eternal hearts divide
Do you stare at the same moon’s reflection
From the other side?
I hope you find my love one day
Floating across this wayward water
Until then, I will pray
Our hearts are broken no longer
Raj's first collaboration! Proud to be his first!  Thank Raj!  ❤
But you
weren't.
**** is ****. It took a while for me to learn this. Just because you are dating someone doesn't mean you have to have *** with them. Just because you say you love the person doesn't mean they have a right to your body. You body is yours and God's. There are many ways of manipulation and **** doesn't always have to be a violent act. Threats of suicide and passive aggressive anger and manipulations can wear your soul down. Back handed insults and stabs at your loyalty make you feel like, maybe you should just give in.  This happened to me when I was young. It was still ****. To anyone out there going through it, LEAVE the situation. Tell someone. Psychological abuse is still abuse, and real love comes from the heart. You choose to love and you act accordingly. I didn't get help when I should have. I didn't know what was happening. *** is not an obligation just because you're dating.
Along came a poet
To my notice around a year ago
Uncannily beautiful his art is
L**oved it. Enjoyed it. Cherished it. The innocence.
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One of the talented and popular poets here in HP, and these days close to my heart with his brilliance, Atul has become a good friend of mine.

God bless him in his endeavours. He had had enough of difficulties. The future must be bright and only bright
so I tried again
to train my parrot,
this time more emphatically:
"Why don't you just
say what I say?
What, they never taught you
Repetition at Parrot School?"


and my parrot said:
*"What, they never taught you
Thinking at Human School?"
final poem in this series of parrot poems...I give up on my parrot!
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