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Known stranger Mar 2016
Staring at the ceiling in the dark, with a  hope to see a view filled of stars. I've dived into dreams and drowned too deep that now its difficult even to differentiate between day and dark. I begin the story again today, even as the winter winds have been warning me on not to bring new bugs into my brain. Years of care was cursed by a single ring and now left me to find my own cure. 1

All the announced amendments altered already and that sunny warm day,was  when the rings were exchanged. My feet followed to a new home, found a new soul to share,  and a new person to live with.! Tears filled eyes but a hope for a better life. It was another moment when my parents smiled though i had tears dropping down.

Shining everyday in a new way, making every move a moment to memorize with love. We were singled out for laudation, as were pointed to be the best couple. I almost started to forget my home, my parents, my people, and my life, as the new life had not the better ones, but still could trivialize my past off my mind.


And one day everything changed, began phonation, and further filled odiousness, words crumpled and feelings grumbled, all our love and hatred jumbled, loath among us silently aligned to outburst, and with a sudden pounce all the pandemonium proliferated and conflicts growled.
"i never loved you actually, just was forced to" that words owned the same tears just as the ring did once. i know i couldn't reply, but i really wanted to.


pulled a bag to the shoulders, and lugging it out, i thought of all the smiles, and all the highness, that kept me blind throughout our relation, just a dangerous drug had dragged me inn, chopped me up into little pearl pieces and quaffed me up.  frustration frowned, pique at peeks, woes worsened, i couldn't resist and after great toil to control i throbbed my handbag against his head, running drops down my eyes still. He swept me off to the ground with a single slap, and recollected not to apologize but for another shot.


clutched my chin and spoke, warned that he would wing me to hell. clenched my neck and spoke, notified that i could be dead soon, seized my legs and spoke, leave me or leave your breath, and banged me down. Even before i hit the floor i knew, i can never imagine a life without him, a life without breathing would be preferable.


splash*
I was in my room, behind the metal bars, holding me from the rest of the prisoners. thinking of the day, i stabbed a knife against his heart, then i knew he would die, i felt the pain, my heart weighed high, but i also knew, that if i left him alive then at that moment, he would **** me, but i wanted to live, at least to let the world know that i can still stand, though i fell down, I've had enough zest to stand back.

his blood ran through my hands, eyes widened and drowned for the last time, breathing deep and deeper, mouth opened wide and wider trying to catch a breath, forgot to fight back so i fastened to faint down.

I did wake up at the hospital, with few police men around me guarding. They call me '308', I didn't knew back then, but what they meant was that I committed a ******. Recollection of memories started in my mind, yet i couldn't cry, as tear sacks emptied already, wasn't exactly fear but love,

Yes, love that hated myself, love that wanted him, love that loved him, love that wanted me dead, love that boosted pain, love that murmured death wishes, love that broke, love that stroke a mother on seeing her baby for the first time, love that hit a father on his daughters marriage event, love that waved a brother at the end of the game, love that brought mid night ice creams to a sister, love that now kept me in crying, weeping actually.

I screamed ******* the hospital bed, and was immediately tied to the metal bars attached to the bed, pain was all I could feel, love was still fading in from nowhere. I know I love him, I didn't have to prove it to the world, but I have to accept the bitter truth that I killed him with my ****** hands, and suddenly from the heavens, a wild laugh in the room broke my pain and silenced my tears, it took me long enough to realize, when the doctor said "Oneirophrenia", the laugh was mine, I was crying inside, but someone above me was laughing out to the world.

I didn't know what was happening, I was weeping still, but physically it was called laughter. Couple fortnights passed, and the judgement " seize until treated mental illness, by the Indian penal code 308 considering mental depression of the convict ".

Prison is nothing new, as my heart was seized long ago, when the knife pierced through his flesh, as well penetrated past my soul. Later few years, again a new brightness, a sunny day, a glittering sunlight filled my eyes, my parents took me home, and fed me all that I loved, they thought I've forgotten all my past, I'm a new man. But the truth there was no difference in me, I was weeping and still crying the same in me, but back then I was physically laughing and smiling as if everything were alright.

Years later again, a young boy visited me at the charity, where I now stay, after loosing my parents, and asked me if he can have my story narrated to him.
I warned him "its a sad one", he reassured that he can take it all, no matter how sad it goes by the end, and I began.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark, with a  hope to see a view filled of stars. I've dived into dreams and drowned too deep that now its difficult even to differentiate between day and dark. I begin the story again today, even as the winter winds have been warning me on not to bring new bugs into my brain. Years of care was cursed by a single ring and now left me to find my own cure. *2

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Kno­wn stranger❤
www.anoldstranger.wordpress.com
After hearing to her story I didn't know if I really had to rub my tears off my eyes, cuz' they were worth much more tears than I had. Her life however was not a great one, at least hope she has a happy ending...with smiles :)

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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I was born a step out of time
One verse short of a line
One word short of a rhyme

With this world I do not jive
A worker bee without a hive
And all I hear is lie upon lie

I'm not sure exactly where I belong
I hope my life will not be prolonged
Untill that day I'll just keep singing my sorrowful song

I won't need to rehearse
In human kind I've seen the worst
And my life seems to be cursed
Cutezeni Mar 2016
Uplift this curse from me,
I don't want to go there anymore,
I want to move forward, live in the now,
My past is not a place to move around and about.

I pinch myself once, nay, twice at least,
I pinch myself everyday,
But the reality stays the same
I'm in the present, in the now
Still my past plays a cruel joke with my life's endless game.

It is another year, a better time
This is my moment to shine
New clothes, new hair, new boy
Still it is the same as last time
My feelings are my life's favourite toy.

I'm not a broken record,
Stop playing me on repeat;
I'm not your favourite song,
Stop singing it on and on;
I want to break this cycle,
I want to move on;
Stop blocking my path,
Let my life go on.

Eventhough he is buried deep,
His memories float on shore and never leave
He poisins my mind, my heart, my every need,
He's dead but he never leaves
He eats at my brain
And lives on in the name
Of present and takes the form
Of anything that matters most to me.

Break this curse at last!
Let me breathe for once!
Untie this knot that binds me to my past!
Let me free at last!

Somehow my life circles back to him
I begin where he ends,
Yet, I end up where I begin
He found a way to live on in another,
His ghost haunts me every night
He is gone, so stay gone!
Don't dare come back in another form!

When shall my troubled mind ease?
When shall I find my peace?
When will that new day begin?
When will I know my life has changed from within?
Loveless Feb 2016
The emptiness is crippling me now that you’re gone again,
You keep telling me soon, you’ll return to my side,
That it’s not over yet, we’ll keep spreading the sorrow together,

For you and I, there is no such thing as a happy ending,
I’d rather die than watch you recede though,
Although the tears keep falling, every second you’re away,
I’d wait eternity if it meant we could be as one.

Except if you keep me waiting so long beloved,
You might return to nothing but a pile of dust,
For without you, I’m slowly falling apart.
Loveless Feb 2016
He was my greatest sin,
The devil tempting me,
Just one taste..
Was all it took,
For my entire world to decay,
Shining so brightly,
I was blinded by his charm,
Still sinking deeper,
I refuse to let him go.

I was his greatest sin,
The one no one else could reach,
Not even in their dreams,
The one he put up on a pedal-stool,
His beautiful prize,
Forever his queen,
He swore to keep me by his side,
No matter the cost.

Our selfish needs,
Our joined betrayal,
Made them all weep,
never to be forgiven,
eternally cursed,
These are just the sins we bare.
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I found my love yet again,
In the beautiful garden.

Among fragrant flowers,
Beyond the thorny bush.

I cannot ever forget her,
Moving on is impossible.

Let her be stone-hearted,
I can not change it now.

I feel that I will be alone,
Like dead resting in grave.
My HP Poem #977
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Relationship is like a bouquet,*
Love is the real fragrance,
Just like marigolds and roses,
The religions are the same,
Just like Vedas and Moses,
Miles of smiles sewn together,
Just like starry heavenly poses.

Still flowers fade one day,
Same about the love I felt,
Wild flowers don't need care,
Wild love won't require care,
Mine couldn't be as true,
A judgment was passed.
It wasn't passed by you.

It was passed by people,
The people around you,
You were manipulated,
They infuriated you finally,
Inside I knew it'll be failed,
No I do not blame you,
I know how cursed I am.
My HP Poem #973
©Atul Kaushal
I can't entirely express this feeling.
It's very oblique in itself.
Eloquent and introspective.
It bends me in ways I don't feel comfortable in front of you.

I needed to tell you.
A small gift to the reader.
So we made this series.
The ****** and the emotional.

Do I wait upon the summers eve.
When the light is spread out among the trees.
I can feel my other half encroach.
But that's not the point.

She swore to me fealty and love.
She's gone among the whispers of the wind.
I still hear her through the vine.
But that's not the point.

I have lost the ones I cared about.
I have purged those not worth caring about.
We are one without equal.
But that's not the point.

I am alone. Always have been.
Always will be.
Alone.
But that's not the point.

I am this way for now.
Broken, condemned, alienated
Unique, interesting, alive.
But that's not the point.

The point is to hurt you.
The point is to heal you.
I want you to feel.
My ignorant friend.

This is not a story I wanted to tel.
Never a feeling I wanted to share.
But to get through to you required this.
My heart bore in the words of poetry.

Because I am god in his glory.
I am a freak marking his territory.
No one more murderous as I.
There is no savior who wanted more to die.

End? There is no end. No conclusion for this cursed.
For this blessed
In his mind.
In his heart.
Without love.
Without fear.
Please. Walk with me, I would like to imprint myself on you.
Would you let me walk on your road?
In your life?
Or am I just crumbling.
Together at last.
Bringing me down.
Momentarily at union.

Only for a moment, then disappear into the blackness.
The blackness that so many now inhabit.
Jwala Kay Oct 2015
In the quest for love
I found me in you,
But in the decorum of this life
I lost you and so me.
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