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Àŧùl  Jul 2017
Inamorata
Àŧùl Jul 2017
I stay in your eyes and dreams,
You don't know it yet...
I have been with you always,
You are still unaware...

Now, what should I do,
How should I live without you?
Where should I abandon this love,
The one I carry in my eyes?

Even I am disappointed like you,
I don't know it yet...
This separation just buries me alive,
None should be so sinful...

What should I do now,
I was never ready for this loneliness...
With these love filled eyes,
Where more should I roam about?

Inamorata, come embrace me now,
For my heart is still broken...
Sweet heart, believe my words,
For you were always set to kittle...

Someone help me hold her,
She is my life force...
My heart wants only her,
Yes, oh yes!

Don't rub my name off your heart,
Be composed, I have you as my aim...
Come closer to me,
To me...

Oh inamorata, invite me closer...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
Oh inamorata, come be intimate...

Oh inamorata, invite me closer...
Even my heart is broken, it's offended...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
Oh inamorata, come be intimate...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
My HP Poem #1636
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2023
[Tu hai meri Deewaani, (You're my Inamorata,)
Tu meri hi Deewaani, (You're only my Inamorata,)
Tu hi hai, tu hi hai, (You are, yes, you are,)
Mere sapno ki raani. (My dream girl.)]×2

Main ek naghma hoon, (I'm a melody,)
Tu meri mehfil hai... (You're my audience...)
Main ek raahi hoon, (I'm a traveler,)
Tu meri manzil hai. (You're my destination.)

** keh bhi de, (Oh, just say it,)
Hai mann mein jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Haan keh bhi de, (C'mon, just say it,)
Hai dil ki jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Ab bol de, (Now just tell it to me,)
Kuch na chhupa, (Don't hold it back,)
Aa keh bhi de, (Come just say it,)
** o o o... (** o o o...)

Main teri dhadkan hoon, (I'm your heartbeat,)
Tu meri tadpan hai, (You're my yearning,)
Main tera Maanjhi hoon, (I'm your rafter,)
Tu meri Nadiya hai. (You're my river.)

** keh bhi de, (Oh, just say it,)
Hai mann mein jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Haan keh bhi de, (C'mon, just say it,)
Hai dil ki jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Ab bol de, (Now just tell it to me,)
Kuch na chhupa, (Don't hold it back,)
Aa keh bhi de, (Come say it,)
** o o o... (** o o o...)

[Tu hai meri Deewaani, (You're my Inamorata,)
Bas meri hi Deewaani, (You're only my Inamorata,)
Tu hi hai, tu hi hai, (You are, yes, you are,)
Mere sapno ki raani. (My dream girl.)]×2
It's a Hïnđī song in B Major Scale with a happy tune and the chords E major, A major, D major and C major.

My first original musical composition for my imaginary ideal lover.

This is my happiest and most hopeful original composition.
My HP Poem #1840
©Atul Kaushal
Toothache  May 2019
Inamorata
Toothache May 2019
The letter I never sent,
I write my valentine on my beating heart,
And send a perennial prayer,
That you could know without knowing.

Petals on your doorstep,
But no signature,
Pink Rosehip on your bedsheets,
Spying through your window blinds,
At someone I invented.

A label that travels as my desperations move it,
How I value the sick,
The unnatural,
The corpse and the comfort.

The will to pull me off the train,
The weight of every station,
The ommitance after the deprication,
And the awkward silence after the cosmic joke.

I lust for that iced libation,
The roseate water of ivy and redemption,
A clay to fit inside my insatiable skin hunger,
A welcomed error of continuity in my own beliefs,
And my perennial prayer,
For an ardent antiphon.

-Unabaitingly, The Romantically Inept
andy fardell  Oct 2011
Inamorata
andy fardell Oct 2011
what a beautiful face as i looked her way
she didnt know it that i loved her eh
as she walked my way and spoke in haste
my love for her still grows in pain

what a lovely look from her to me
a look that gave me all i need
that smile that took my breath some where
a look of love fell into air
what touched me out as i felt her skin
electric daggers serious pins
i felt alive like never before
a look of love fell through my door

and now she's mine for ever more
my love my one that i amore
i love her in so many ways
my lover ..soulmate ...inamorata
Àŧùl  Apr 2015
Hell
Àŧùl Apr 2015
I stepped on the stage again,
My act was supposed to be the showstopper;
This circus was still breathing,
And I wasn't modest claiming all the credit;
The schedule was followed always,
It had been followed this time as well;
The magical act of mine was to be recorded.

I bowed a greeting quickly,
Followed it up with a bouquet sprouting out of thin air;
Delivered it to a girl in the 7th row,
Neither by foot nor by hook I did that;
Yes my magic wand I flicked smartly,
Making the flowers reach the girl so cute;
The audience sure was impressed with me.

I saw clapping hands in the stands,
Not much later did I speak of a vanishing act;
And I made an assistant vanish into a box,
Then followed a fiery act & my head was aflame;
Like the agent of the Devil, I appeared,
Soon underground I disappeared;
Didn't stop on the floor below strangely.

My assistants were none there to put out the fire,
I panicked and called for help but none arrived;
Soon the fire gelly would run out and my head will burn,
But I hadn't been married yet & my inamorata was upset;
She wasn't going to forgive me for my crimes,
Whether I had committed them or was innocent;
Now I felt my hair burning and the stench sickening.

I was about to find my doom's onset,
Still, the fire was getting colder & bolder;
Now I didn't feel burning in my hair,
The flames were now blue as I could see;
Out of the body was that experience,
And now I regretted each one of my sins;
Suddenly on my stomach, I felt a million pins.

I still wondered if any of it was real,
At least the pain felt real and I was in hell;
By now there was no point repenting it,
The sin committed was grievous I realized;
No Punisher will take it easy & forgive me,
Here the executioner was my own inamorata;
Never did I think she could be so cruel.

I then felt my head being supported,
And I was brought back to my senses;
She then helped me into a standing position,
And it was her who had again breathed life into me;
The vanishing mechanism had failed this time,
But my ceased breath had breathed a new lease to 'us';
I just looked at my inamorata with desperation & guilt in my eyes.

There was such kindness in her eyes,
I just knew then that I'll be satisfied.
My HP Poem #826
©Atul Kaushal
Pride Ed  Nov 2014
Inamorata.
Pride Ed Nov 2014
"It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me."*
—William Shakespeare — Othello, act II, scene I.

She, veiled in night-breezes of darkled hue;
This cream Inamorata as you've called her.
She wishes to calm the seas; your eyes a turbulent blue.
The remnants of a broken heart she hopes to stir,
With the enchanting embrace of her halo-like arms.
Like you, this angel sought heaven all along.
Enthralled by her and all of her innocent charms,
You now cling to her and chant every love-song!
If World be willing — if malignant stars never shined,
Then she would fly to you without any fear,
And she'd cradle your heart; a widower's heart that pined
For this dusky form that you now hold in your thoughts so dear.
But tonight she waits for you in after-curfew dreams.
So luminous is her light, though the darkness it gleams!
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I dream of you every single night,
My eyes are closed & they are open too,
I imagine future - I see us living together...

Not as elaborate dreams as yours,
But I have largely elaborate visions too,
I imagine a lot, lot & lot of our joint future..

Mostly my dreams are colorless,
Those are often about you inamorata,
Unlike yours which often you see colorful.
My HP Poem #510
©Atul Kaushal
Omnis Atrum Nov 2013
To be imbued with the conviction that empathic listening is a panacea,
by the surreptitious, murmurous harbinger and his mellifluous words,
provoked brooding that my comprehension of his susurrous eloquence was a mondegreen,
when this scintilla of sagacity left a fetching ingenue crestfallen.

By the surreptitious, murmurous harbinger and his mellifluous words!
I adopted a propinquity to this furtive, ephemeral epiphany,
but when this scintilla of sagacity left a fetching ingenue crestfallen,
I discerned this lagniappe beleaguered our dalliance.

I adopted a propinquity to this furtive, ephemeral epiphany.
When she became inured to petrichor I knew my method pyrrhic,
and when I discerned that this lagniappe beleaguered our dalliance,
I vowed to rectify the imbroglio for my quintessential cynosure.

When she became inured to petrichor I knew my method pyrrhic,
and I ruminated that her insouciance was only forbearance.
I vowed to rectify my quintessential cynosure of the imbroglio,
and fabricated a denouement to return her to halcyon incipient.

I ruminated that her insouciance was only forbearance,
until hearing her state our conflation made each a moiety of our own panoply.
She fabricated a denouement to return us to the incipience of halcyon
with ineffable felicity, and I remembered with ebullience my inamorata's words.

Hearing her state our conflation made each a moiety of our own panoply
provoked brooding that my comprehension of her susurrous eloquence was a mondegreen.
With ineffable felicity I found ebullience in my inamorata's words
and was imbued with the conviction that empathic listening is a panacea.
The Ripper Mar 2016
Sole paragon,
dreamland inamorata,
spend a moment;
drovvn me in your vvaters.
Slake this surreptitious tongue,
before it turns to dust,
guide my hands hovv you see fit;
there's no reason to not.
Love can get you high
but ...
       I
          vvill
                  travel
                      ­       as
                                   lovv
                             as
                    you
         vvant.

— The End —