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I never thought about you
I didnt even bother to know you
Do i even know you ?
Do you even exist within I?


A weeping voice from inside replied
                  "I am me"
I am the me,who stayed with you when no one was there,
I am the me,who cried when you cried,
I am the me,who got hurt when you were hurt,
I am the me,who stayed with you in all the worst -off,
I am the me,who was in pain when you were in pain,
I am the me,who took care of you when you were busy,
I am the me,who crave for food,when you were hungry & lessen it
In every walk of your life you found me,


But i was the one standing alone,
because you never thought about me,
when i cried for all the sufferings,
you were not there

I took all the burdens alone,
but you didnt turned around & look at me once,
And yes i do exist,
but you never knew me because,
"You are the selfish I"
The poem is dedicated to our inner self,to our soul whom we forget in our busy schedule of our life or in our ups down,nobody stays with us forever only "me" stays forever
#sad# #cry# #lost# #selfish#
Oh, the somber wind blows
the ice and the snow.
It’s a different kind of cold
that chills to the bones.
Bringing self doubt to what we think we know,
when all we want to do is just go home.
But when the world says no
you’re left with nowhere to go.
Lost and alone,
the somber wind blows.
I just wanted to try to write something with the same rhyme all the way through and this is what I came up with. I'm not terribly pleased with it but I thought I'd share anyway.
 May 2014 pastelflowr
cora
I need...
 May 2014 pastelflowr
cora
I need to be held..
I need to feel better...
I need to be told things will be okay...
I need to hold you...
I need your love...
I need you....
Life = [birth, death]

Life is a
Closed  interval of
Birth and death

Yes, it is
bounded by those
limits
But there are
always infinite possibilities
For Ayn Rand
 May 2014 pastelflowr
Àŧùl
Angel?
 May 2014 pastelflowr
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

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 May 2014 pastelflowr
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Innocence is personified in herself,
Her angelic beauty belies humanity,
Because she is younger than myself.

Innocent is the love of hers so true,
How hearts are gifted trusting love,
Belong to each other so much truly..

Innocence be preserved for a time,
Here is a cute angelic youthful self,
Because a cute heart is now mine...
My HP Poem #621
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2014 pastelflowr
Àŧùl
My daddy is just so very cool,
He inspires me to be cool too,
I'll be a cooler dad than him...

He's such a sweet-sweetheart,
I was pampered & I am loved,
My daddy has the best effect..

I have the same loving genes,
My daddy is just so very cute,
He'll always be adored by me.
Yes he made his share of mistakes,
But so did his family - me & mom,
And I've forgiven him for those...
My HP Poem #622
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2014 pastelflowr
Àŧùl
In the world there is so much hatred,
And so much of bitterness in world,
Plus at least as much as violence,
Blue shades keep accumulating,
I find no space for happiness,
There's just hatred for love,
People fail to get it at all,
They mass against love,
Find it abnormal and,
Floxinoxinihilipilification.
The title in a simpler word means 'absurdness'
My HP Poem #623
©Atul Kaushal
Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west,
And takes no rest.

Before the coming of the night
The moon shows papery white;
Before the dawning of the day
She fades away.
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