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 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
Àŧùl
Down the depths of the lake of your eyes' nectar flowing,
Very often I find myself lost in the oblivion - drowning...

It comes over me as handling - very much controlling,
Trying to dodge the memories of her which are entailing..

While I try to convince myself - I am cursed for life,
I am married since my birth and my wife's name is misery.
My HP Poem #717
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
Traveler
Am I a poet or a writer
Am I a wise man or a fool
The answer is all of the above
Yes it feels good to be popular
But what glory is there in hiding
The vastness of our other mindsets
I feel more than empathy
I feel pain, anger, resentment
I am happiness and sadness
Wrapped in one mind and so much more
My writings are different parts of who I am
My legacy of writings
Beautiful, messy, vague
****** up or strangely weird
As they seem
Are parts
Of the whole me
The real me...
I hope to inspire creativity
Are you trapped in a box?
Show us a piece of your mind
We haven't seen yet
 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
September
they want your first words—your last words
but nothing in between

do not read between the lines

there is nothing written there
I just want to cry
Christmas Eve came accompanied
by a trip to the ER
dad in the back of my car
his breath
uncovering his secret
"I have prostate cancer..."
Daniel Magner 2014

I just had to get this out somewhere
sit and listen to the quiet
it's outside the christmas norm
because now, when all is silent
it's the calm before the storm

the kids are upstairs sleeping
you're resting, sitting with a drink
in a few hours ...storms a brewing
it'll push you to the brink

the kids are up and yelling
paper wrapping all around
until the house is empty
no more rest today is found

the kids are outside playing
hockey games out on the drive
you just look around and wonder
if the day you will survive

next, arrive the in-laws
re-gifting what you gave last year
and good old uncle charlie
bee-lining for the beer

bad jokes and boring stories
arguements about the past
snide comments and back handers
how long will this all last

you sneak outside for a quick drink
grab a smoke on the back porch
if it wasn't your house they were in
the whole **** thing you'd torch

phony smiles and airy kisses
and the folks are on their way
the storm is almost over
for another Christmas Day

the kids are in and up in bed
there is silence once again
the calm once more before the storm
tomorrow, your folks come at ten!!!!
This ship setting sail
Destined to sink
A whole crew disappeared
No bodies found
Mayday!
Somebody come and save us
Mayday!!
Please I'm begging you
Is anybody out there?!
I'm drowning in the sorrow
The seemingly endless questions
I just need a savior
Not bleeding from a cross
I need a hand in the dark
A reason to pull myself out of this
I'll just keep falling back in
Slipping deeper and deeper every time
MAYDAY!
Can someone answer me
MAYDAY!!
Please I'm begging
IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?!
Guess I'm just another soul lost out at sea
 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
Àŧùl
I just got some vibes of time,
Some jolly good vibes of time,
That tomorrow will be a good day,
That tomorrow is every next day,
So I should rejoice & not be morose,
Because 'morrow's gonna be good,
Yes, tomorrow is every next day.

But it's never today,
It's always tomorrow,
Tomorrow it'll be the day after,
Happiness comes after it's too late,
But yes,
I got vibes & I'll be happy someday.

Till the sun shines high above,
And I'm alive,
That hope remains,
I'll be happy emotionally,
I wasn't yesterday,
I'm not today,
I'll definitely be happy someday,
I'll be happy someday.
Yes, someday..
Someday...
My HP Poem #713
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
Àŧùl
When I was in school then I used to have some,
But school is gone, so is college and now I have none.

I never had many,
I feel like an alien,
Everywhere, anywhere I go,
I am boycotted by all for some unknown reason,
So I don't have any.

Some cite my attitude being the reason,
Some have differences with my preferences,
Others are too busy for this poet-singer,
The world is friendly only to money.
And now...

For me,
It has also been impossible to get my book published,
Because my parents turned down my request to hire a literary agent,
Publishing companies in India are so hostile and unfriendly that they won't publish my work without the security fee which they receive indirectly through a literary agent in India.

It's as good as self-publishing.

The Indian publishing industry is fake and full of corrupt people.

I've published my story as an eBook on Amazon's Kindle eStore which has been turned into a reality inspired fiction. If someone would like to buy my poetic story, then they may logon to the Amazon Kindle web page: http://www.amazon.com/dp/aw/B00MYY0DMA/

My HP Poem #714
©Atul Kaushal
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