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  Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
david mungoshi
morning has come
but there's no calm
as the old sun rises
there are no surprises
it's yet another day
and if i may
i will make it big
in the hearts of others
  Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
david mungoshi
i'm beginning to forget
the sound of water on pebbles
the cry of a hyena in the dark
life and death juxtaposed
a chilling antithesis

i'm beginning to forget
the thrill of a loving touch
the pain of a stricken heart
harmony and rupture adjacent
a terrible paradox

i'm beginning to forget
the joy you stirred in me
the deep sadness you induced
serene days and chilly blasts
a reminder of bitter-sweet things
  Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
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I have fallen in love with you so many different times. I fell in love with you when I first saw you, although I didn't really know you yet. I fell in love with you when you told me you wanted me to be yours. I fell in love with you once I got to know you, the real you. I fall in love with you every time I wake up next to you and the first thing I see is your smile. I fall in love with you every time you wake up in the middle of the night or early in the morning and pull me against you. I fell in love with you even more the first time you told me that you loved me. I fall in love with you every time you tell me i'm beautiful even when I don't feel like I am. I fall in love with you whenever you make plans for our future; not just yours, but ours. I fall in love with you more and more everyday which I never thought was possible. Sometimes it hurts how much I love you, but it's a love I'll never regret.
  Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
A poor heart is one which finds
No companion
Along the way of life.

A poor person is one which cuts
Another onion
Seeking just to weep.

A poor soul is one which haunts
No one else
But only & only itself.
This loneliness devours me breath-by-breath.

HP Poem #1252
©Atul Kaushal
Rachna Beegun Nov 2016
In my head, I see myself walking up to you and smiling, asking you how you’re doing and hug you so tight that you wouldn't want to go away again.  But why is that whenever I actually see you, my steps reduce to a stop and all I can do is stare from a distance and wish that maybe, maybe all my imaginations will come true and you would be mine?
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