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Kenshō May 2019
I had told no one
Where that speaking plant was;
For, it bent where no eyes could look
And where the woods became a mirage.

It led to where Daphne took,
And where the butterfly seed would ride.
Sent from a moonlit breeze
near the noxious smell of the tide.

It grew in marsh where all rested still, separate from time;
Where, the digits of the woods can grab you
and the Green Lord wears a Henbane Crown.
So watch where you step when you are among my kind.
J Feb 2019
Love.

It is that
baneful
medicine
we keep
taking...

...even
without
reading
the labels.
Dangerous in large doses.
Could be toxic if too much.
My heart is growing baneful
From all those that caused painful
Memories for me
You might need an enquiry
To figure all of this out
I have have German decent, I'm surprised I haven't been called a *****
It's like they upset me to bring out
The Beast I never wanted to unleash
I earn money like a baksheesh
But one day I'll make it big
Not through an Oil rig
But on my own accord
I tangled by my anger
But I'm afraid that I can't cut the cord
Hopefully my kindness won't be covered in swards
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Love has always been a baneful boon,
Neither the sun sunk nor rose the moon,
That promised evening never broke cocoon,
How much I dreamed for she never let me say,
I only kept waiting & just an idea took her away,
Time is said to pay nice but it instead made me pay.
All I am left with is love & memories, and a right hand.
I don't have any of her photographs now.

HP Poem #1170
©Atul Kaushal

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