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Paul Idiaghe Dec 2020
Done, ends stitched in a seam—set
to be worn over yourself.
A stain so bright, you sparkle.
Too far forward to flip. The sipper,
the straw, the soda. Bleeding ink
every blink, but still brimming.
Ripped apart like a rainbow.
A love letter to life still
in the works.

So dead you’re divine.
Only visible in the love-light.
Weird as a plant that bites
the bully, as a phlox
sprouting through sand.
Wingless like wind, fin-less
like a fluid. Lost but
listening to your own heart.
Found.
after Sylvia Plath
Shadow Dragon May 2018
A, b, c,
you took advantage of me.

D, e, f,
when told no you were deaf.

G, h, i,
I'm nothing you can buy.

K, l, m,
feed my soul to them.

N, o, p,
please don't be beastly.

Q, r, s,
you left me as mess.

T, u, v,
your the wave swallowing me into the sea.

W, x, y,
you watch me with your private eye.

Z,
now I'm going on to win the bet.
Pastell dichter Aug 2016
Stitches |
                                      |in a ripped
   seam of |
                               |a mask.
     Needle|
                                     |and thread
    holding|
                                 |together
          false|
                                |feeli­ngs
            of a|
                               |broken
demeanor|
                   |.
Àŧùl Feb 2016
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless.
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
In whose anticipation now - for whom shall I stay restless?
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless.

Hey Kay Sera Sera,
What had to happen it happened not for my bad,
What happened it was written in my destiny bad.
That false reliance was broken for good,
False reliance it was so broken for good.
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...

A garden is not made barren by breakage of a bud,
A bud being broken makes not the garden barren.
The garden has many more flowers so very varied,
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...

Failed love - wasted romance is not my entire life,
My life is not just unsuccessful love and romance.
If I wake up with a positive mind and smiling face,
I will get a thousand more and I need not wait for her.
Whom shall I wait for now on and for whom shall I be restless?

Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...
Inspired by a Hindi song.

My HP Poem #1038
©Atul Kaushal

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