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Priya Patel Jan 2011
So many years, so many hours

trampled on like a bed of flowers

Will provide food and water

clothing and shelter

Servitude I say

helter skelter

Trapped in a box, four walls and a hole

aching to get out, release my soul

Let me out! Let me out!

is this what hell is all about

So many years, so many hours

Trampled on like a bed of flowers
Priya Patel Jan 2011
It's so serene, comforting

to know that someone, somewhere

either here, or there needs me...

What is it, this feeling

of wanting, caring, giving

just because

It feels so warm

like a velvet blanket

on a chilly winter day

Just the knowing

that someone, somewhere

either here, or there needs me...
Priya Patel Dec 2010
Instinctively, I always knew
you were meant for me, and I you
the way you touched me,
looked at me, into me  
the way your hands melded into mine

In those very first moments
when our eyes first met
it was like an awakening
of two lost souls
finally at peace with their place

Amazing, how suddenly loves embrace
wraps itelf around us
cacooning us from the ouside world
and for just a few short years
we became one.
Priya Patel Dec 2010
Dear friend,

I searched the world for you
climbed the highest mountain
swam the longest nile

Why were you hiding?

I faced horrific demons
swam through trecherous waves
almost drowning in tears of frustration

Where were you?

I heard you were hurting
felt your heart melting
sensed you were wanting

I'm looking... I'm comming

Then there you were
right beside me
within me

You are me..
Priya Patel Dec 2010
Why..
after all this time
does it still hurt

Why...
does your name
still linger on my lips

Why...
does your scent
still follow me around

Why...
do i hate you
yet question myself

Why?

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