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 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
nactuyah
Joy
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
nactuyah
Joy
Joy is a gift that should show in everyone's heart, even the ones that are lost need a little joy. Its the look on your mother's face at the birth of your first child. its the smile on your sons face. its the day your mom gives you away at your wedding. its the time on the back of your first horse.
Its the choice you make to move out. its your true love's hugs, as you cry on their shoulder. its watching your true love as you walk down the road of marriage.
its the look he gives you on your anniversary. its the safe feeling while he holds your hand walking down the unforgotten streets.
Joy is never earned, Let it be given.
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Àŧùl
All these afternoons are really monotonous,
(Read "highly difficult & potentially boring")
But I never get bored of writing new poems!
My HP Poem #581
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Àŧùl
I invite you to come with me,
Enter this den so very dark,
Just come inside forget the bright.

In you follow me as you are smile,
Charmed by my docile talk,
I gladly hop when you do so..

I found food for my nightmares,
By feasting on yours I'll survive,
Planting sweet dreams instead...
I would really love to have your nightmares.

My HP Poem #578
©Atul Kaushal
Dear me,
It's all your fault.
Stop panicking
About things you can't change.
You're a **** up.
Let the past mistakes be
A map for your future
Not a hindrance.
You'll never be good enough.
You are wonderful
And your eyes shine
More brilliantly than any star.
Your eating disorder has become who you are.
Your name is not bulimia
And addiction is not your address.
You will always be bound to this.
You will overcome all adversity
And live to tell your beautiful story.

From
the real you

Love
The real you
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Àŧùl
Your eyes would not ever get moistened,
Now just let me take all your pain away,
How much longer would you shove it in,
There is no place for tears in your eyes...

All your wishes and each of your desires,
They are all so tangy and sweet and sour,
Just wait until all the desires are fulfilled,
Do not worry dear such a day will come...
My HP Poem #579
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Àŧùl
We know each other only by internet,
Which means we've not ever met yet,
Would it look so weird looking back?

The hearts are so much well-polished,
Embellished in her happy young self,
Making me feel more than just young.

What if it does indeed appear weird,
When we've let time do our bidding,
Why shall we even care about past?

She has got a beautiful golden heart,
Even I have got a very similar heart,
****** distance - the only difference.

Why is this later spring show so shy,
Would it show sooner when needed,
Will it keep languishing in her eyes?
My HP Poem #580
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
nactuyah
trust
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
nactuyah
Its a bond that has to be earned,
but in other times it is given.
from one person to another trust
can be the key to the best friendship
someone that trusts you may want you
next to them through the good and the bad times.
so call that once best friend and
show them that you are there for them
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Àŧùl
Angel?
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Àŧùl
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
November 28, 2012 poem.

7 Stanzas Of A Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream Written In A Lonely Evening Reflecting Upon What I Lost Due To The May 7, 2010 Accident.

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

I thank you all so much for the overwhelming response that this poem has received.

If you get interested in reading any of my novels after having read this poem then do visit https://www.amazon.in/Atul-Kaushal/e/B00NIQ5MTC/ for buying any of my stories.
Golden wings left unseen

Words from the heart with unknown meanings

Memories cloud my mind

A little ******* the brink of death

He grabed her hand and loved her with every breath

To the wandering eye he looked normal

But he's not she see's his glowing wings

His abnormally beautiful stature

He is not like other angels he is a guardian angel

HER guardian angel
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