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Ligaya Feb 5
In my heart is a burning desire
to give you love that is as breathtakingly fierce as a wildfire
but is as tenderly calming as a soft rain—
the kind that kisses away pain.
Yet if I cannot take your pain away,
still, let me stay.
Share it with me,
even if I, too, must bear it for eternity.
I will adore you in your every color, every hue—
yellow, red, green, blue.
To you, I am deeply and utterly devoted,
my only, always, and beloved.
Àŧùl Feb 1
A Group-B Gazetted Officer,
Working in the shoes of an
Assistant Audit Officer,
Assigned to the Railways
At The Office of the Director General of Audit,
North Eastern Railway HQ,
Gorakhpur.

A former Probationary Officer,
Of an Assistant Manager-grade
With the State Bank of India,
Working in the Chandigarh circle
And posted in my hometown,
Now I miss my mother,
Really.

Before that I tried to get a PhD,
However, I quit it during COVID,
Because age doesn't wait,
Time isn't locked down,
And I had nothing to lose,
Only exams to crack,
And interviews to groove.

Lost love? What's that? A lonely dove?

I've my parents with me,
And I have my victories,
The stories of which I relive,
And these memories boost me,
The euphoria of Nostradamus,
It envelops me in totalus,
Never me, never free.

Even after they transcend to afterlife,
I'll have their teachings with me,
Well, that's a case if I live beyond them,
Because as of now, improbable it seems,
I'm unable to imagine a life without them,
We are trying our level best to look for a lady,
A humble lady who can teach me more,
And also learn something new from me.

Born on December 23, 1990,
In Karnal city of Haryana,
At the strike of 20:53 hours,
Grew up much loved albeit a bit lonely,
For my parents' child I'm the one and only,
I love writing original songs, poems, and novels too,
Now I look to co-author my next one with my wifey.
My HP Poem #2044
©Atul Kaushal
Feep Jan 26
Tuesday
It’s another day.
Yet is it?
Tuesday is the day we met
Tuesday is the day I seen my whole world change
Tuesday is the day I felt complete

Friday.
Friday is the day you called me cute and laughed at a lame joke i made
Friday is the day you noticed my hair light brown  
Friday is the day your hand brushed against mine and chills ran down my body.

Sunday
Sunday is the day I run errands
Sunday is the day I felt excited to see you Monday
Sunday is when my world crashed when I seen you with her

Monday is just a day, like any other day
Monday is the day I miss Tuesday, wishing it was part of Friday
Monday is the day I wipe tears because its a reminder of Sunday,

All the days of the week yet Friday lingers in my mind as if Sunday never existed.
Saanvi Jan 23
He walks like a god,
blazing fire on my skin and it's inner creases
with just the tip of his fingers.
When they slide in,
it's heaven and hell,
lamentations and cascading into burning flames of passion.
His hair falls on his smooth forehead
like they have been paid to do so,
very stylish.
I kiss his hands that carve their presence inside me forever,
Oh, how can I forget his warmth..
Our scents are combined and matching,
just like us intertwined beneath the sheets.
There's sweat glistening on his handsome face,
illuminated by the bedside lamp.
My lover in his glory takes me in
and leaves me breathless,
lifeless, begging for more.
Then the gentle caresses that I love the most.
Lover is a word I never thought of before,
but the way you make me feel,
Yeah it's something I want to hold.
Ladies and gentlemen will you please stand, with every guitar string plucked on my hand...🌻😁
J J Jan 12
O ladybird, lend me ur heart.
Sigh heavily and blow the cobwebs from my brain;
Unwind us both until we undo ourselves to the very start.
Dry me from your torrid rain.

Ladybird, O ladybird,
I’ll bleed over your feet
And stickily paint my lips
In the name of your grace

So loving it descries and so nonchalantly unforgiving and relentless

My ladybird, O ladybird

Crawling nails thru my hair like scratched steel, spotty from the outset, femme-fated accent

Ladybird in her own image;

  Arm outstretched, palm bent up facing,
O ladybird, my ladybird…

Oh Jesus Christ
Lorelei T Jan 8
Under the sun's glow,
Thoughts of you as rays that shine,
Birds carry hope’s wings.
Cyril Jan 2
How unfortunate it is
that words will be just words
if not sent to a lover.

If I spend my days
stringing verses together,
and weave them into threads,
would it be long enough
to travel the earth,
and arrive where you are?

Would you hear my sighs
in these tangled mess,
and think that these verses
are fruits of restlessness?

These fragments of truth,
imperfect and raw
are all that remain.
These clumsy lines,
void of pride,
and stripped of ego.
You're lucky to be clueless.
Christy Dec 2024
Sit bones ache on the dampened ground
A nest in the thicket where I’m sat down
Untended grass blocks my silhouette
Spring whispers freshly across my dress.
Sun raising blush to speckled skin
Imagining the heat of your breath again
Magpies scouring for succulent feast  
Reasons and trials threaten our peace   
The valleys and hills
The joys and the thrills
I’ll go back tomorrow to be with you
If only in a daydream
The meadow
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