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koi fariyaad tere dil mein dabi ** jaise
tune aankhon se koi baat kahi ** jaise

It feels as if there is some request hidden in your heart,
as if you have said something with your eyes.

jaagte jaagte ek umr kaTi ** jaise
jaan baaki hai magar saans ruki ** jaise

It feels like a lifetime has passed, awake,
like there is life remaining, while breath isn't there.

har mulaakat pe mehsoos yehi hota hai
mujhse kuchh teri nazar poochh rahi ** jaise

everytime we meet, I get a feeling
as if your eyes are asking me something.

raah chalte hue aksar yeh Gumaan hota hai
wo nazar chhup ke mujhe dekh rahi ** jaise

while walking down a path, I often feel
like your eyes are watching me from hiding.

ek lamhe mein simaT aaya hai sadiyon ka safar
zindagi tez, bahut tez, chali ** jaise

a journey of ages has wound up in just one moment,
as if life has moved fast, very fast.

is tarah pehron tujhe sochta rehta hoon main
meri har saans tere naam likhi ** jaise

I keep thinking about you for hours in such a way,
as if every breath of mine was just yours.
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kel Sep 11
to my imaginary lover,
I wish you were here,
cuddling me,
together cozily in the warm
blankets,
with my hands in your
pockets,
so you can chase away
the iciness from my fingers.
but there's no way
that could happen, hmm?
you're just imaginary,
after all.
a figment of my
imagination.
Mark Wanless Jun 17
the devil sleeps in
a mind and awakes sometimes
imaginary
There are no words left,
to matter a change
that's worth any positive
cause and effect
Unless action can be taken
to calming to nurture a yearning
condition.
My first lover king ever
from mine youth now shared.

A precious dream breathes
and lives at last if
only in poem form, in song
and in memory chip.

In imaginary form
Bittersweet a fire burning.
Endless true loving of the woman
who loves you most
in this whole world wide.
Mind to mind,
and as the music played
To summon my story.

Any hope left
by the edge of this this cliff,
is but a final blow.
My misfortune.

Be your happiness my own
Her joy, my joy.
~~~~~~~
By: Mr. And Mrs Andrews
(Honors to this famous English
vast land famed painting-portrait
of something missing on Mrs lap,
  One of many past karmic lives.
Being chosen for changing Earth
I finally understood my peril
and then other's dilemmas
A great fortune against,
and for me stolen .
Written with Karijinbba.
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Karijinbba Jun 12
Dear poet on HP, G..C; Are you familiar with Dukeoftx?  
SMc. Hu? Do you know them it's imperative
I know please.

I am just a time traveler like the love of my life...but only he or his significant other, his brother her grown daughters, son, parents might know about reading old love letters, written for me alone, not for his significant other" finding them
 distant and faint memories!,
our perils became.
As for being trapped by disillusionment
with misleading comments it
isn't happening with me.
I am, and have been open minded.

I know when comments
aren't from the love my life
himself,
writing back
but from others
who wish to inflict further
isolation
Condemnation.
I don't dwell on such
cheap shady manners.

I am so used to this kind of cruel retoric insinuations to make me feel inadequate and late a nothing, as if I remain in the midst of such shallow concerns.
I know who loved me; how when, where he loved me.

Money wealth given earned or bought to those by his side is not happiness. Neither is deceiving an old sweet Caroline like me who remains lovely loving someone behind their masks visiting Hp.

My beloved will always be the love of my life, and deep down I his very own, sacred imaginary friend companion.

Bittersweet as Rhett Butler, to Scarlet told.
It's my misfortune, as in Gone W The Wind

but knowing I was loved truly, wished well near or far to me, this is very healing
~~~~~
If on the other plane it is the love of my life commenting
saying I am but
faint so and so,
like I too say it's my misfortune. I rather die feeling once upon a time loved then never loved. Until someone loved me I became somebody.
~~~
Come to me anytime
Beautiful love divine in spirit and in form young old sick healthy, poor rich.
I forever love you
I pledge my love to yourdd.
~~~~
BY:Karijinbba
All Rights.
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Mark Wanless Feb 2023
they say and therefore
we are imaginary
blind money makers
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2022
undecipherable loss
  • [it's steeper near the roses]

attenuation
  • [the mystery in the trees
  and the mistral sound of your breathing]

dreams of perfection: floral dress summer
  • [the apnea and the scream]

a touch of labyrinth to this world
  • [in the fair and harmless light]

imagine somewhere close by
  • [imagine him waving as you say goodbye]
for Jasmine
Vishal Pant Jul 2022
VOID
My blue bicycle breezing over the grass
silence surrounded, colors faded
I saw the void gaining mass
knees went weak, I pled
VOID
What lay beyond the darkness
of the mysterious black sphere
I didn't fathom what I saw, not even a guess
The green grass went sere
VOID
Should I surrender to the sans-khrôma
maybe it was free of war and worries
utopia itself opened to us
or was it an otherworldly bleakness
VOID
I took a step into the vacuity
There wasn't a deity
nor the promised eutopia
VOID
Tried a sci-fi inspired mystery poem.
Radhika Krishna Apr 2022
There’s a bottle of my mother’s love
Sitting on the kitchen table
It’s gone sour
It’s Sunday morning,
In the piercing comfort of a place
I once would’ve called home,
And the world woke up and walked out on me

The aftermath of July grows right outside my bedroom window
While I sit on a desolate strip of imaginary sand,
With my head in a water cooler
As significant as an ill-fated horsefly
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