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 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
Mr X
There's just so much thrill in going mad,
And then, there's a heap of regret, soon to follow.
I hope I'll not have to regret the title of this poem.
#hopeulikethisli'lmadness ;)
..
I cloud my mind
with thoughts of You
as I drive myself out of
and sometimes into

a crime of one
a conspiracy of two
one was in love
the other was too

this love was arbitrary
t'was asserted by both
this love was ordinary
a relation that quotes

the names of You and I
and of how we're meant to be,
how we were not to try,
and of how we'll always be.

nothing was really asserted
nothing is really true
it was just from me to myself
and how I'll always love You

and so I cloud my mind
with thoughts of You
to remind me of sanity
to deprive Me of truth.
you and i
 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
Jade Anne
I want to kiss the sleep from your lips in the mornings before your morning coffee, tea or milo in winters. I want to run my fingers through your hair just before a passionate kiss. I want to wake in the morning from you moving slightly and my body feeling a slight cool breeze where your body used to be, I want to fall asleep with you entangled in the sheets after play fighting or nice intimacy. I want to feel your fingertips giving me goosebumps along my sides as you run them up and down I want it all
(j.a)
 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
mja
aflame
 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
mja
i fell in love with you
like fire

it was a flame at first
small and barely visible
but the warmth of its glow
replaced the crevices
where the darkness in my heart
resides

then suddenly-
it was wildfire.
it was passionate
and obsessive
the flames were getting out of control
not only the crevices burned
but my heart in its entirety.

i was blinded
by the blaze of the inferno
and the pungent smell of smoke
and when my vision cleared
i was nothing more
than futile ashes
scattering in the grim wind


-m.j.a
Unleash the soul
from the shackles
of debilitating forces
which leaves us
gasping for breath
the wound
barbed wires
in a tight hold
inflicts many wounds
draining us
everyday, of life
there is a purpose
to life
whose meaning
eludes us
until we free ourselves
from the reality
we have created
Love is the zeal to possess
And not a deal for access
I saw you
then
I adored you
then
I loved you
then
I missed you
then
I yearned for you
And now
I'm scared
because
I feel like
I'm starting
to hate you
:'(
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