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 Aug 2016 Shylah S
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This is just to count the number,
The number of people who are,
Intentionally or unintentionally,
The wild crazier type of people,
This is just to acknowledge them.
Count them I will through this,
They who will like this post,
Or the ones who will just read it,
I connect so much with you all,
'Coz you are all just like me,
Doing what's suggested not to!
My HP Poem #1104
©Atul Kaushal
 Aug 2016 Shylah S
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Jealousy
 Aug 2016 Shylah S
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I can guarantee one thing with one hundred percent accuracy,
The moment you put your original display picture, many boys will go crazy,
And twice as many girls will contemplate suicide in jealousy.
This one is for my Sindhi friend Bhumika Fulwani!
She's so downright legitimately gorgeous!
The comedy about it is that she doesn't realise it yet.

I miss her poems, she did make few mistakes like plagiarising but she was unaware of the seriousness it means.

Some people here are just so hostile that instead of teaching her not to repeat it, they abused her emotionally and she was made to delete her account.

My HP Poem #1105
©Atul Kaushal
 Aug 2016 Shylah S
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Flat
 Aug 2016 Shylah S
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A tire tube without any air,
A boy gone crazy after a girl,
Both are known as flat!
Indian English!

My HP Poem #1106
©Atul Kaushal
Tonight, I spoke into the darkness,
No stars to light my way,
       The black void all encompassing

   My words drifting up in ribbons,
          I waited for something, anything to happen

              I felt a rumble that was akin to ripples emanating from a drop of water hitting a puddle

        I was small next to the impossible,
And when it spoke back, it changed me
      
        The blank canvas of stark black was pierced by blades of light,
    The sky becoming a shutter in a rain storm
           Blowing open and closed
       The words came and wrapped themselves across my body in its entirety
        Constricting my air flow

             I felt myself shatter
  An implosion of feeble glass
       Ricocheting through a skeleton of paper, reflecting the brightness above inside ripped skin

                I was nothing.
                I didn't exist.
                I floated in an incomprehensible place that had no end, no walls

     No ceiling or floor

            Just illumination in every direction

                    I opened my eyes
  
    And was blinded by an incredible radiance

      I shut my eyes tight and swatted in front of me
        My hand struck something metal and I yelped in pain
          
          I shot up and stared downward
    Towards the desklamp unplugged on the floor
        
          Breathing heavily, I sat upright in my bed,
                 *Struggling to pull away words that had already sunken in
Writer's block
 Jun 2016 Shylah S
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Blue Eyes
 Jun 2016 Shylah S
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Your blue eyes,
Me they hypnotize.

Hair so dense and dark,
Lost within them is an ark.
This one is for my Facebook friend Luna.

My HP Poem #1088
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2016 Shylah S
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Invisible
 Jun 2016 Shylah S
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Even when they're not around,
Their teachings are always along,
Never ever letting me feel alone.

They introduced me to this life,
I learnt to breathe from them only,
And they did teach me to speak.

And I know that much,
I'll surely remember them,
Even when they're not around.
My HP Poem #1090
©Atul Kaushal
A for apple B for ball
You're cute baby beautifully small
C for cat D for doll
You baby is the sweetest of all
E for egg F for fish
Baby you're my fulfilled wish
G for goose H for hen
I look at you baby forget all pain
I for ink J for jar
You're baby my brightest star
K for kite L for leaf
Baby you're my strongest belief
M for milk N for nose
You're baby more fragrant than rose
O for owl P for pea
Baby your smile makes me happy
Q for queen R for rain
You're baby my richest gain
S for sun T for toy
Baby you're precious be girl or boy
U for umbrella V for van
Loving you baby is all I can
W for wool X for xylophone
With you baby I feel never alone
Y for yak Z for zoo
Rule my heart baby only you
A childish poem, for Lady RF, prompted by my comment on her poem Tree House.
 Feb 2016 Shylah S
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Have you ever imagined making love in the sky?
The cool breeze blows on your face as you stare in your lovers eyes.

Have you ever imagined that pleasure could steal your breath?
The touch and carresses from your lovers hands causing you to melt.

Have you ever cuddled all night and you wake up feeling like you would explode.
The feeling so intense that you decide to make your lovers home your abode.

Have you had a kiss underneath a water fall?
The tiny drops of water  giving you chills as you respond to your lovers call.

Have you ever wished your bed could be set on fire?
As you give yourself away while fulfilling your intense desires.

Have your body ever ****** by the brush of your lovers skin?
Or the warm presence of your lover deep within.

Maybe you should find this lover you dance the night away with.
Without you feeling reserved nor shy even for a little bit.
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