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Lunar Feb 2017
Tell me, are you a library, full of stories?
Are you a collection of fiction and fact that no arms could contain or no minds that could grasp?
I look into your eyes and I get a glimpse of the catalogs and genres which you keep within you.
You must have had your fair share of history; that is one textbook I want to study and memorize by heart.
Do you think I can be the one to take care of you?
I want to keep you a classic and as a monument in this era of advancing technology.
I will clear the dusty parts of your heart and wipe the slippery surface of your crying face.
I will caress every page you own and help restore the words you've been trying to preserve.
I may not be the one who found you first but I will be the one to stay by your side, until the day either of us crumbles.
So let me check your books out and let me return to you so very often.
Let me call you my favorite place and my second home.
wjh--you are a library i would love to go through and would love to visit over and over again.
Mihir Kulkarni Jan 2017
If you want to die slowly my friend
Love a person who doesn't love you back;
You treat her as if she's the first bloom rose
In her eyes you're nothing more than a potato sack.

You'll give her your notes before exams
Even if you don't have a copy for your own;
She's call her special friend right in front of you,
"Can we study together? I can't study alone."

You'll offer help when she looks swamped
As you're about to leave office for the day;
She'll smile and move the paper mountain to your desk
"Thanks! I was so worried I was gonna miss his b'day."

She'll mention how some guy is so awesome
When you're just about to express how you feel;
She'll be texting him about tomorrow's plans
As you're paying the "one way romantic" dinner bill.

There are many ways to **** yourself
I urge you to choose your way wisely;
Find something that'll end it fast
Loving such girls will **** you painfully slowly.
Crushes are meant to crush you.
Srirachasauce Dec 2016
When I go back,
will you wrap your arms around me,
even though I smell differently,
speak foreignly, think a little too liberally,
will you, will you still love me?

When I go back,
will you re-teach me my language,
re-connect me with my roots,
re-live the years I missed, re-kindle my innocent bliss,
will you, will you still call me yours?

When I go back,
will you provide me with friends,
not “childhood friends’, but the ones
that are ready to make new memories,
and appreciate my multiple identities,
and will they, will they accept me?

When I go back,
will you guarantee me a relevant nationality,
a place I can belong, a culture I can call on,
to answer these confusions, these conundrums
these clashes of who I am and where I’ve been,
of when I changed and why I’m me,
Will you cure me, finally,
of these anxieties?

Or will I
forever be a splinter
that doesn’t quite fit in right
a thin piece in society
that jabs at its veins,
remain unwanted and, ultimately, a pain,
but can never be uprooted?

Only there,
slowly growing
*insane?
Àŧùl Nov 2016
The common Indians, famous for visions,
But actually infamous for their laziness.
Me included.
We need to rise above such lucid dreaming,
Then we will observe our world improving.
Yes, surely.
And we won't feel the need to study elsewhere.

The Indians who move out are necessarily required,
To do petty cleaning or similar petty jobs,
Your ego is too big for that.
As much I have known you, you can't handle it,
And I believe that I have known you the best,
Your traits are all known to me.
And that is why I keep on advising you, often needlessly.

I know why you are upset and hopeless regarding me,
Because I have always tried to be your parent,
I tried to be your gaurdian angel.
But you have killed the love inside you by yourself,
I don't fear my own eternal loneliness as much,
As much I fear your eventual failure.
And your probable self-destructive nature at that time.
HP Poem #1279
©Atul Kaushal
Leo Oct 2016
lavender bruises pool beneath his silvery eyes
as reminders of being struck by sleepless nights
he hides beneath hooded view
and speaks unwavering truth
he spares no words for the sake of your tears
before thrusting a rusted foil into your heart
Mane Omsy Oct 2016
There is something shining
Like a spark of fire, behind
Am I in the wrong place?
I can't see no bridges near
Can't even feel my body

A nightmare just broke out
Like kingdoms on either sides
Struggling for some more land
Or for a girl they liked, or gold
When will men become men?

The dream is just a dream?
Will you ever learn from anything?
Even it's a folklore or contemporary
Climb high as you can, and study
Don't care who said it or how it's told, just listen to the words
Cesca Sep 2016
There was once a smart girl,
Who never experienced of being inlove.
Then suddenly she met this boy,
That brought her heart some joy.

One day the boy confessed,
He'll court the girl with his very best.
She began to wonder,
Is this the start of something better?

She never knew she will feel this way,
Because all she ever done is study all day.
She always say that love can wait,
But I guess cupid struck her and gave her faith.
J Aigboje Ohiro Aug 2016
What you think is perfect, should make you practice
Practice should never make perfect
Because the hunger should let you know you haven’t done enough
When the world says you have earned it

You never get complacent
And you always keep working
So you never give up
Thinking you have had enough

Just like we quit when we lose our way
Because we too proud to admit that we have gone astray
This is not the hunger that should fill your belle
This is not a hunger, cos you glued to your tele

Watching the kadashians
Instead of reading Colossians
Forgetting your responsibility as a disciple
Behaving like a man who can’t resist the apple

So wake up, and don’t give up
Put on your armor of Christ and get brave
Just like when you first got saved

Share the gospel to all nation
Make His good news your mission..
share the Gospel of christ,  Hunger for the word of Good.
Solaces Jul 2016
The storm is moving in on the horizon.
Its been a very long time since we had a storm out here..
The winds where picking up and all of my windchimes rang..
When I heard the wind chimes it flashed all before me.  
On where I was the night before and many nights before that..
Chimes and vibrations where the first to greet me..
Followed by lights directly shined into my eyes..
I could now remember sleeping with my eyes open..
Everything around me was made of a shiny lustrous metal.
Shadows would pass over my eyes from time to time.
To my horror I then realised what was going on..
They were studying what I was.
Looking inside me to see what makes me alive.
They spoke to eachother in strange clicks and hisses..
As they returned me home, my windchimes started to sing..
I awoke in my bed..
Was this just a bad dream?
They come from above and look inside..
Ceeam May 2016
Trying to hold on,
focus and not miss a thing.
Hours, minutes, seconds gone,
not aware of the starting spring.

Back straight,
eyes focused on the screen.
Reaching for a good grade,
And eventually my career dream.

But sometimes I can't be strong,
than I need someone to hold on.
Be surrounded by arms,
and a heart that warms.
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