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 Sep 2013 sheloveswords
Àŧùl
Hypnotized by you,
I am drowning,
Day by day.

In the emotion,
Of your love,
Gleefully.

I'm drowning wilfully,
Really not to be save,
Listen when I say.

Effortlessly I let my body sink,
Not struggling at all to escape,
I only fear distance from you.

Not the physical distance,
But the distance of hearts,
A distance of heartbreaks.

You say similar things,
Claiming I stole your heart,
An eternal truth this we share.

Dreaming on & on,
We even struggle often,
Our struggle goes on & on.

Looking into these calm dark eyes,
On your face full of beauty & truth,
I gain an escape from worldly lies.

You claim I jinxed you the first time,
So true- weren't we bound to meet,
It's just Time choreographed this.

I can't easily refute the blame,
After all I am an equal partner,
In this lyrical life & this game.

So I bear morally equal liability,
As we observe our love garner,
After all I am older than you.

We can't give into these tough times,
Not now, today, tomorrow nor ever,
For our relationship is a challenge.

A challenge for changing our world it is,
A bright change for a brighter future,
A betterment of your & my lives.

I know you're with me in life,
I know you're surely lighter,
I know you're much young.

Younger than my experience,
Younger than my sad lifespan,
Younger than my reborn avatar.

Happier than my own best happy,
Happier than my ever-so-pale face,
Happier than my knowledge can be.
A post-poem note:

Along the way I sprint hypnotized,
Along the Angel imparting me strength,
Along you my Angel - not alone as I had been.

^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

My first 17-paragraph poem. I guess I'll call it a Decaseptolet poem.

I invented my first distinct style.

My HP Poem #406
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2013 sheloveswords
Àŧùl
The morning sun,
The twirling vines,
The chirping birds,
The cooing alarms,
The whizzing brush,
The laughing babies,
The rising moonlight,
The evening windows,
The passing moments,
The whirling memories.

Each and every thing talks to me these days,
The passing wind says the sweetest of all things,
For it softly whispers your sweet name in my ears.
My HP Poem #420
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2013 sheloveswords
K Mae
with words fresh in time
uncanny to the point
              gift wisdom and support
           under need undefined
                    shining light  in scribe darkness
          stranger  alchemized  to  love
Standing on the peak of the hill
with no one to stop me to jump into
the oblivion from the mist to hard soil.

I was kissing the uncertainty of the
overwhelming wind that unusually
bade me a cold-hearted  good bye.

Death was an easy choice to make
with life ready to leave me in 2 feet away
and thousands martyred moments
begging me to come and mingle
with them for ever and ever.

But NO,this is NOT the end my friend.
I have to be awake in order to pretend
this dream is not a reality indeed....
Each word ,I felt in my little thing called life!!!
Each word she speaks,  lives filled with emotion.
Her body moves, like the flow of the ocean.
A shape which fits her character so.
Her eyes that glisten, all richly aglow.

With her hair so smooth and lips so soft.
It isn't what moves her up to the  top.
The top of the pyramid of lovers.
Who all (at a time) once loved each other.

Inside her, is a love that could never die.
With passion, ***, & fiery eyes.
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