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 Jul 2014 The Haywire
Àŧùl
We both are passengers,
Aboard the Ship of Love.

It helps us pass through,
Both crests and troughs.

The waves are so harsh,
Risk running aground.

So we would just grasp,
Grasp each other's hand.

For dear life we may care,
Could we ever be separated.

Loving you is not a child's play,
Patiently waiting is your lover.

Never doubting our faithfulness,
Kraken of confusion scare us not.

Doubling the sweetness in love,
Expecting dreams to come true.

Zestful we must carry forward,
Years to follow up in our lives.

Keep away only till we meet,
Halting not before marriage.

Under construction this stays,
Healthy bridge is being built.

Xeroxing each strong pillar,
Volunteer for own relation.

Jerking away each problem,
Most of them will be solved.

Opportunity that knocked,
Queenly way we treated it.
And now the opportunity has grown into this glorious relationship of ours.

My HP Poem #656
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2014 The Haywire
Emma
One Day
 Jul 2014 The Haywire
Emma
One day I hope he will know that
contrary to popular belief
I am NOT obsessed with superheroes
or constantly read comic books
that though I enjoy black and white pictures
and old jazz songs
one of my least favorite subjects was history
that though I will deny it to my death bed
I love wearing dresses and would rather daisies to roses
that I am absolutely terrified to watch scary movies
and will forever hate the dark
except on the rare occasions on which I get to star gaze
that I go to sleep at 4 o'clock almost everyday
no matter what time I fall asleep
that I love the taste of coffee and tea
that I dislike marshmallows after the first one
that I feel too deeply and over-think too often
that I hate technology
but I express myself best through writing
One day I hope he will know
the real me
But more than that
I hope he will know that I was
the most me when I was
with him (you)
I hope that one day
you will be him.
 Jun 2014 The Haywire
Harrison
So much information
So many stories
why one extinguisher?
With your inner-self*













© Amitav (Radiance)
I was sold to pain
in a slave market
that  didn't  look like one,
auctioned by a civilized crowd
of people just like you and me
in everyday life,
posing as my comrades, acolytes or lovers.
I stood firm on my ground
unrelenting even in pain's intimidation
and said, what  Valmiki
                 the first poet found,
        "Grief gushes out in verse"
                                 and I sing
                                        alone.
Poet Valmiki, according to Indian tradition, wrote the first epic poem "Ramayana" in Sanskrit  millenniums ago,  known as Adi Kavya(first poem) .Adi Kavi(First poet) Valmiki,  uttered his first verse in anguish without even realizing it as a new form of expression.He saw a cruel hunter killing the male among a pair of doves making love, oblivious of the world."Hunter, don't.." gushed out the anguish in the form of verse..the first ever. The theme extended in to the story of King Rama's life and the grief he embraces to remain a ruler true to his subjects.
 Jun 2014 The Haywire
Louise
I will fall asleep sometimes
just to be with you
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