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 Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
My love for you, oh my darling,
Is permanent like the sun in the sky,
No matter the distance between us,
It is here permanently with me,
A grand boon, it induces happiness,
Is so desirable for all of the humans,
Like a forever shadow of mine.
HP Poem #1260
©Atul Kaushal
 Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
You have left your imprint,
On each one of my mannerisms,
Underlining my psyche.

Loving your tantrums,
Overgrew my age,
So dearly loving you,
Ever so deeply I used to.

Minding your misdoings not,
E*ver I was useful for you.
HP Poem #1261
©Atul Kaushal
 Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
I can't explain all the things,
Just because there are some things,
Few people won't want me to understand...
One such thing is her divorcing me pre-wedding,
I will die with the immortal failed love for her,
Which I have kindled and fondled in my heart...
She gives the pretence of incompatibility,
But I am as much a human being as herself...

Probably she was scared of my behaviour,
That very part where I always keep suggesting,
Suggesting her steps to improve herself...
She evades my love under the pretence of incompatibility.

HP Poem #1262
©Atul Kaushal
Why do you take beautiful things
and turn them into instruments
of sadness?
I.
Every winter
I become an answering machine
of unread messages.

II.
Why does it take so long
for me to remember that
the other side of the bed has been colder
for years?

III.
This sadness will last forever.
In all supposed
possibilities
in the universe
we talk
with unison magnificent;
always my best for you
in the whole wide world.
 Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
ryn
Blush
 Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
ryn
The light touches
of the wind,
caress the blush
in reddened cheeks.

Gentle fingers abscond
with the moisture
in hapless tears.

Teasing playfully,
the obstinacy
of wayward strands.

Inciting a smile
from a heavy heart,
lifting off the anvil
that carry all fears.
 Nov 2016 Rachna Beegun
Feliz G
Please hurry and speak,
I'm already terrified,
I wont know what I'll do,
I just want to set this aside....

Please don't hurt me...
Ask questions I can answer,
It'll be useless to ask me
Questions where I have no power.

Please don't shout at me,
I'm already tired of crying,
I didn't want to come and talk,
But I'm already trying.
Looks like this is how it's gonna end...
Death by Art Teacher...
Ha... sounds like a pathetic death....
I painted a girl out of sunshine
with brush strokes that glitter and play
And glow gold and pink and sweet

But I overlooked a few things in her making
Her head cannot pivot
Only move up and down
Nod yes
Yes, I'm fine
Yes, I can help

And when I painted her face,
I gave her a smile
The brightest, most heartfelt smile I could make
To make other people feel okay
But I never realized that meant she'd be stuck that way

She grins, teeth glistening
Whispers my mistakes,
I take a closer look
And find that the pink paint
is in fact the red of my blood
And the brush, my own bone
You'll give until your death! she smiles and laughs

Too late to un-create this destiny
It is all I can do to prop the sunshine girl up in front of me
A screen for others to watch a lie
And not the sad silent soul behind

While the sunshine girl does the living, the girl behind retreats to words, trying not to
Die.
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