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 Oct 2014 Purvi Gadia
Àŧùl
Come to a garden of roses with me,
Serene it is fuller with roses to see,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

We shall not try to pluck any roses,
For the thorns dissuade any poses,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

We can't sit guarding the flowers,
Very busy in our mini lives we're,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

I'll set-up a flaming ring of fire,
Seeking fine protection for them,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.


Let's care for the roses as if our,
As if our little & young children,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

To help us get them blue & red,
Give them all suitable nutrition,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

Their presence is eye-pleasing,
We let them be in our garden,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.
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My HP Poem #178
© Atul Kaushal
 Oct 2014 Purvi Gadia
Rj
The small circles under my eyes
Are getting harder to cover up
Just like all of the recent lies
Recent lies to myself
when life leaves our bodies
are we truly dead
or is it death
once memories of us cease
and our name
is exhaled for the last time

our lives after all
are only memories
so once we are forgotten
we are only then
truly dead

So we die twice
Once
When the final breath
Leaves our body
Twice
When our final memory
Is forgotten
 Oct 2014 Purvi Gadia
Rj
If I had a penny and a wishing well
I could do anything, save me from hell
Change my looks, get a better view
But I know I'd give my wish for you
I'd wish you were free from the chains
Wish somehow, it would erase the pain
Wish your depression was gone forever
The ropes holding you back, we're severed
The scars on your wrists fade away
You would feel happily loved *everyday
657

I dwell in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Superior—for Doors—

Of Chambers as the Cedars—
Impregnable of Eye—
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—

Of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
I have dreams, not delusions.  Finally myself, not an illusion.
new thoughts
bounce around my mind
as fireflies did
when I used to lie awake
the sky-light opening
the star-light showing
and ice-wind blowing
as I took a breath
and believed all was right.
No one's youer than you,
Or me-er than me

So lets be the us-iest us,
That we can be.

After that, just let it be.
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