I'm not a choice to be made,
I'm not a tissue to be used,
I'm not a joke to be cracked,
I'm not a toy to be played,
I'm not a ploy to be placed.

Then, you'd wonder who I am.

I am a poem you'd never forget,
I am a lesson you'd keep in mind,
I am a provision you'd miss in life,
I am that person you'd pull back,
I am that person perfect for you.

But...

I am not that ever-forgiving God.

I am that unlucky person who'd get lucky soon.

I won't come again.

Love is God,
Love is Cute,
Love is ****,
Love is Great,
Love is Divine,
Love is Superb,
Love is Selfless,
Love is Youthful,
Love is Beautiful,
Love is Complete.

Twins, they are your kids,
Identical they are delightful,
Tie them together you do,
S**ensual feeling for both you & me.

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I just dreamed of someone as cute.

Crazy & loving to fall for my love,
Amazing it is for me to get her love,
Reading her truthful heart in love,
Exactly the lover I wanted to love.

Another dream it seems temporary,
Boastful we will not be ever here,
Ostensibly she loves me to be near,
Ultimate heartfelt emotions surface,
Targeting my efforts I will be for you.

Your divine heart inside is so cute,
Of forever separation I have fears,
Uncountable heartbreaks scare.....

Now that you put sincere effort,
There's nothing to be afraid of,
Just accept the fruit of your karma,
Don't be worried now, my buddy,
The fruit will not be sour at all,
Your sincerity will be rewarded.
Yes I know you're not afraid,
But just persevere and wait.

All good things take time,
And they also take dedication,
I am sure that your family & friends,
Will all be at your side until it ends,
Tell me my friend about nature,
Day ends and night descends,
But doesn't the night end too?
There's always light peeping in dark,
Be brave and keep up the good work.

She was ultra thin,
But neither her head,
Nor her breast.

Limbs all rickety,
But neither her bed,
Nor her crest..

Words spun like web,
Crept around my skin,
I lost all my control...

When I saw Mimas as a moon of Saturn,
I was reminded of the Death - Star...

The crater-head of Mimas was akin to,
And it perhaps inspired the thinkers of Star Wars..

To create the fictional Death - Star,
Yes this perhaps seems the case of a brilliant inspiration to them.

There is a saga in your glittery eyes,
It is hidden by your sweetest smiles.
Tanning with time I tell not any lies,
Come let's walk slow for few miles...

All of the roses lack such cute poses,
Your face is the zenith of innocence.
For you & me a bright future awaits,
Read a saga in its image in my eyes..

Goes away that bleakness of future,
As I get a look at your face so divine.
Smile o life dear & just hold on here,
The saga is of success & a happy life.

Neither in the day, oh my killer,
Nor in the night am I pacified.
What madness is this age of rage,
That you have got tattooed some name,
The name is not mine either.

Rewarded my love greatly, oh my killer,
You greatly rewarded my love,
My lover you have stolen more than my heart.

All flowers of my love have wuthered,
Only this wind of thorns have come to my account,
I didn't like the sweet spring dreams,
For it ended up with the brazen summer.
My lover you have stolen more than my heart.
Rewarded my love greatly, oh my killer,
You greatly rewarded my love,
My lover you have stolen more than my heart.

Having put these beads of thorns 'round my neck,
You are happy making out with some new fish.
You betrayed my trust,
See you murdered my trust,
My lover you have stolen more than my heart,
You have greatly rewarded my trust.

I had bore with a smile all your tantrums,
I wear as pearls the tears in your memory.
Listen to my heart's agonising call,
Be heard oh heart's agonising call,
You have greatly rewarded my trust.

Rewarded my love greatly, oh my killer,
You greatly rewarded my love,
My lover you have stolen more than my heart.

I found you
Looking for me,
Looking for some guidance,
Which I gave to you,
In return,
You gave me your heart,
Which I shall cherish forever,
And ever.

It is brought to Hello Poetry confederation's notice,
That I am dearly missing my dearest poetess friend.

Anyone and everyone that blesses her in their minds,
I tell them all thanks for blessing her for her career..

And I want to tell her that I am always here for her,
If she feels lonely or helpless then I'll illuminate it...

He was so happy when I was born,
Now I am so happy as he reaches 60,
But I am a bit sad too for he'll get old,
Wiser he gets as he is more ancient,
Wrinkles suit him much better now,
And his face is the cutest paradox,
His childhood is always apparent.

वे बहुत ख़ुश थे जब मैं पैदा हुआ था,
अब मैं बहुत ख़ुश हूँ जब वे हो रहे हैं 60 के,
परंतु वे वृद्ध होंगे तो थोड़ा उदास भी हूँ,
प्रौढ़ावस्था में वे अधिक चतुर हो रहे हैं,
झुर्रियाँ अब बहुत बेहतर लगती हैं,
और उनका चेहरा सबसे प्यारा विरोधाभास है,
उनका बचपन हमेशा प्रत्यक्ष होता है।

In our research work at the lab,
We are getting positive results,
But just for one gene we get them.

TFF3, the sole positive expression,
TFF1 & TFF2 expressions're -ve,
But we will try another tissue now.

We just tried the umbilical cord yet,
Now I have suggested more,
We now need two more tissues.

TFF1 or sP2, may well be extracted,
Purified from the intestinal tissue,
And its expression maybe seen...

TFF2 or sP1, may well be extracted,
Purified from the spleen tissues,
For its expression to be seen...

I'm that boy who she wants as her toy,
But alas, I am defective as I'm a man now & not a boy,
So the kid got bored of trying to mould me.

She got bored of listening to wise advice,
Perhaps I was wrong on my part too in the end,
So no use ensuing the blame-game now.

I just accept it now,
I was born defective,
Accident just worsened me.

But if you sit calmly and think of it,
All the injury to my brain can heal,
Not the injury to my heart under a veil.

Broken, assaulted & assassinated,
I am time & again due to my errors,
I don't blame anyone for defects I made.

There're no lucky or unlucky,
No benign or cancerous,
Nonsense or sensible,
Bitter or sweet,
Numbers.
But,
Apparently,
There's a strange,
Number in every life,
Insignificant but important,
Like there's number 7 for me.

The fairy flew like a dried leaf,
Way beyond the red coral reef,
It flew unto its fairy mom.
The mom was unlike other fairies,
For it is red in colour & has horns,
It also has a pointed fairy tail..
For it is the Devil's own fairy agent!!!

Here it goes... :-)
So, you descended from those skies,
The moment I saw those pink eyes,
I fell from grace believing those lies,
Bewildered I was seeing your eyes.

Of angels you're a priceless princess,
This is the most real fact in my life.

Unbelievable beauty met my eyes,
Of those herons you're ******,
You are my story's heroine.

Everything about you is so beautiful,
Very trustworthy & honest you are,
Often times you come to my dreams,
Loving this new journey I am to bits.

I am addicted and you are my drug.

Really,
'Twas exciting,
How I planned her birthday,
And along with her other friends I did that,
To surprise her the next day,
'Twas exciting,
Really.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

We were all colleagues and batchmates,
Teaching underprivileged kids,
Those kids at Swapan,
Yes it was,
Exciting to teach 'em,
We felt responsible & fulfilled,
I even felt that she was the one for me.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

We trained our students to sing a song,
Of course the birthday song,
They were happy,
I was too,
For her, that was,
Her girl friends tasked me,
So, I brought a birthday cake for her.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Oh how conveniently I often fail,
But not that my arms I do not flail.
Neither that soldier spirit ebbs away,
Nor this fighting spirit will ever sway.

What is wrong with my health,
Why all my systems get derailed.
Have I not lost so much of wealth,
How I avoid this approaching death.

Ihis As P Tilly Soem,
What Till Yake Lou Maugh,
Anly Ofter Dou Yecipher Phis Toem!

Wou Sill Yay:
Ihis Ns Tonsense!

Ind A Lill Waugh!

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Every minute I will wait for you,
I am sure you will make it worthwhile,
Because I am truly entirely yours.

Yes, today I tell you about naïvety,
Our bright moments all got faded,
Up high above the sky love took you,
Raze you did my love to ground.

Hardworking is a trait of the naïve,
Escaping is the trait of others.
As innocent they might behave,
They might not be dupable.

Innocent people work dedicatedly,
Not the saying the same for smart ones.

Yelp they often for help,
Often they do so for ease,
Underworking lifelong,
Resting most of the time.

Lies you construed for convenience,
Infinite and uncountable lies,
Fife of carelessness you played,
Especially in your romantic life.

Wish they do for an easy life,
Ill they unintentionally wish for you,
Long they will for an expert,
Lastly they will follow their lazy heart.

Teeming with tears your eyes are left,
An aching heart eventually gives away,
Keen to relax with your love they are,
Eastward or westward escape won't help you.

You will rue your actions one day,
Our memories you might forget,
Unto paradise youth will not come.

Down the whirlpool of memories I sink,
Of your guilt you will also feel bad,
Win my heart you did with your naïvety,
Now you are matured as self-centred.

Taste you will many serums,
Of different people they will be.

Another Atul won't cross your way.

Bringing any friends won't help,
Ringing any relatives won't either,
Of loneliness it will be a big hell,
The dome of love you despise,
Have it your way right now,
Enjoy now when you can,
L*ife will settle scores...

HA-HA-HA!
They surround me in the middle,
Their maniacal laughter pierces my ears!

HA-HA-HA!!
They group lick their lips around me,
They bring out their knives ready for lunch!

HA-HA-HA!!!*
They stab me with all their crystal knives,
But What Kills Me Is Their *Villainous Laughter!

My heart retired a jockey,
A disc jockey,
Composing and singing songs.

Now I am so much tired,
It is so tired,
Of all the heartbreaks they gave.

FEMALE
Oh my lover, oh my lover!
We are two bodies with connected lives,
We are the desires of the same heart.
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

I surrendered my body & soul to you,
Nothing remains that I call mine.
The love I hope to get from you,
Even God can't fulfill this hope of mine.
Since the day we belong to each other,
We know nothing about the world over.
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

MALE
They narrate that in the world of love,
Two hearts are seldom compatible.
If they are compatible somewhere,
Even shadows of others don't enter there,
Even shadows of others don't enter there.
What situation now meets our lives,
Lest I name it or just remain amazed.
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

FEMALE
My lover, our this union,
Is as if is Ganga-Yamuna's union.
The truth has come to fore,
The dream has passed before,
The dream has passed before.
This land belongs to humans,
We are nothing else but humans,
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

MALE
Oh my lover, oh my lover!
We are two bodies with connected lives,
We are the desires of the same heart.
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

FEMALE*
Oh-oh-oh!

And my breath becomes so heavy...

Come closer, don't go away
And my breath will become easy...

The formal union after some more years,
After the flow-away of those familial tears,
We will play together after some more years,
After escape from those few familiar tears,
The sunny beach-trip on our honeymoon.

Nothing can do us apart except your own ego.

A gorgeous formula for force is:
F=dp/dt or F=d(m.v)/dt
By employing mass into velocity.
This formula uses the momentum
To elucidate the force involved
And to deduce the frontage
Of any effect developed

Love has always been a baneful boon,
Neither the sun sunk nor rose the moon,
That promised evening never broke cocoon,
How much I dreamed for she never let me say,
I only kept waiting & just an idea took her away,
Time is said to pay nice but it instead made me pay.
All I am left with is love & memories, and a right hand.

This heart will now crave,
For the love which nobody gave,
I'm feelin' like a dead man in a grave.

I carry singly my lonely zeal,
Now this heart won't soon heal,
Except heartbreak nothing's real.

This heart has suffered a wound,
Feels like its clock has unwound,
A baby deep inside wails around.

Just
Don't
Quit**

And it has encouraged me,
Even my parents tell me so,
Just as my compelling spirit.

I am the soul that you have regained,
I am even the best crush you ever had.
I am the love story that will never end,
I am yours as if I have always been yours.
I am always ready to adjust and to bend,
I am ready just for you and only for you.
I am proud to stay happy with you only...

I love these aircrafts rambling overhead,
Fighter jets they practise for the J-day,
But the judgement day never comes,
And forever its threat looms here,
Scaring all the civilians to ****,
Just constipating our minds,
In the lovely ugly paradox.

I lay in my bedroom,
Near lifeless I was,
Hardly any movement,
Neither voluntarily,
Nor involuntarily,
To parents' utter disappointment,
And to their sadness.

I had never thought,
Not even dreamed,
Heavy felt every step,
Never so desperately,
Narrower felt each passage,
To my parents' daily observation,
And to their dismay.

But still they were strong,
Harder than diamond,
Impossible to shake their spirits,
Time admitted defeat in the end,
Thanks to their nerving nerves,
I could only muster strength,
And I walked upright again.

They have constituted police for the maintenance of our societal masks,
They have further institutionalized education for our apparent welfare,
They have set up laws & language not exactly meant to be abused.
But how much meaning can it justify?

After all, in the end we still need to brush our teeth after the toothpick.

I want to go back in time.
No, not just a few years.
No, not even till earlier than my birth.

I want to go back in time.
Full two hundred years.
Yes, I want to get a set of quill & parchment.

I want to come back to this time.
Complete two hundred years.
People might ask me, 'Why do you want to do all this?'

I want to travel time surely.
And reach back to this time securely.
I want to fetch just a pair of quill & parchment.

I want to travel time surely.
People would surely discourage me.
But all I want is to be back with quill & parchment.

I want to travel time back & forth.
People would ask me why.
Even you would want to know the reason.

I want to travel & get antique quill & parchment for writing love letters to you.
Yes, I want to make it appear classic.
People would tell me that I could get the same even in today's world.

But I still want to travel time & fetch antique quill & parchment.
Yes, perhaps I'm crazy - crazy for you.
Now the people would understand why I want to travel time.

Once again while on the path of words you tread,
The 'Angel?' Saga
I hope you find it convenient to read.

I seek your opinion to develop myself
Please cooperate
Just as you have read the 7 poems, them you re-read.

Tell me which part you love the most,
It I shall write
On paper and in a handwriting so beautiful.

I'm addicted to my brainchild poem,
And I remember
What wind - what land - what sea.

14 years after that accident,
I finally succeed
To establish myself as a professional.

Poetry played a crucial part,
In redefining me
And my mental acumen.

So, I want to celebrate my success
By expressing my love for poetry
And the respect for my fellow poets.

As we lead our lives,
Boring or interesting,
Calm and caring for it,
Dealing the problems,
Elevating our quality,
Freshening up daily,
Greatly upscaling,
Happy smiles,
Intimately,
Jerking threats away,
Kissing happiness,
Leading  brighter,
Much  more  long,
Newer  &  higher,
Over  the  clouds,
Pouring hot love,
Queer  above  all,
Resting  relieved,
Staring night sky,
Treetops craning,
Up onto the stars,
Violins  of nature,
Waking  up fresh,
Xenophilia popping,
Yearning divine sin,
Zesty opera of our lives.

Yeah!
The ****** Good-For-Nothings!
The Undue Weight On Society!
They Are Not Men!
They Don't Deserve To Be Men!
Castrate The ****** Rapists!

Yeah!!
The ****** Good-For-Nothings!!
The Junk Material Of Society!!
They Put Their Hands On Others' Sisters!!
They Need To Be Satisfied Forever!!
So Castrate The ****** Rapists!!

Yeah!!!
The Only Solution That Is!!!
The Permanent Extinguishing Of Their Thirst!!!
They Need Their Hands Cut Off!!!
They Invite The Final Solution!!!
Just Castrate The ****** Rapists!!!

There was sound of the door chime
It was not like I saw her for the first time

But the breeze that breezed through her hair that day
Was making them look as though birds would fly away

That look on her face with the sun shining behind her
Left me just gazing and admiring the beauty, speechless

You are my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey.
You're my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey.
I am your life-force,
You dunno it yet, honey.

Live close to me,
You do...
Live with me,
You do...
If you're not here, oh honey,
What's my identity...
If you're not here, oh honey,
What's my identity?

You're attached to me,
You dunno it yet, honey...
You're attached to me,
You dunno it yet, honey...
I'm your attachment,
You dunno it yet, honey...
You're my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey...
I'm your life-force,
You dunno it yet, honey...

I am not Hercules who needs Alcmene,
But I am someone who definitely needs love.
My heart is so clean I do not need a pure body,
When my soul is like an innocent dove.

The most gorgeous girl in the world,
I* remember *Pragya by her anonym,
Now all I have are her memories,
Yes they are sweet and delicious.

Real life angel she was my friend,
Each day in her company was good,
Memories of us smiling together,
Early riser she so inspired me,
Maybe she does not have time,
Busy she is too much for memories,
Regal used to be her elegant smiles,
Again I hope that I come across her,
No one is immortal but memories are,
Centuries ago maybe I had known her,
Every memory I can recollect sharply.

Here it comes,
The great war it's called.
Stuck you're since eons,
But good news comes with the herald.

The war will be over soon,
You can finally return home.
Don't celebrate your loss,
You lost many friends.

Those friends that died,
You sang melodies with them.
Melodies to the Goddess of death,
Melodies to the wife at home.

Now be strong,
And move along.
For they are dead,
And the dead don't return.

This war showed you a lot,
A lot that matters to you.
Friends are like leaves,
They are lost in the wind.

That's why I walked right into her
While I knew she would change
Because change is so natural
She just stepped in my life
And pupate out one fine day
But she will not come back here
Whatever that was thought or said!

For she is just another butterfly,
And I'm not looking for insects.

Because the government announces only some money as a compensation.
Because the press makes much hue and cry for some days only as a story.
Because the civilians can only shed a few tears before finally moving over.

Because I don't want my mother to cry over my mutilated corpse one day.
Because I don't even want my father to stand numbed over my dead body.
Because I don't ever want an angel - my angel to cry over my lifeless body.

Because I don't want to come back mangled remains & cause them winch.
Because I don't want to come back ever with a conscience guilty of killing.
Because I don't want to come back hands filled of instrumental blood ever.

Not at all like that because I fear the bullets searing my soldier's body in life.
Not at all like that because I fear bombs blasting up my body organs away.
Not at all like that because I fear ******* enemies ambushing me from rear.

Not at all like that because I have a soft heart or that I can't shoot my target.
Not at all like that because I have a sympathetic stand towards the enemies.
Not at all like that because I have a low level of love for our national virtues.

Not at all like that because I don't want my friends to ever lament upon me.
Not at all like that because I don't want my future children to get to know it.
Not at all like that because I don't want my fresh hobbies stay unrecognized.

Not to mention how all of the civilians and the press make much hue & cry.
Not to mention how all the topics they choose are only useless T.R.P.-based.
Not to mention how all of the time the soldiers spend under such conditions.

She was so beautiful,
Yes, she was gorgeous.
But then she was young,
Yes, when she was young.
She was really very strong,
Yes, she was really stronger.
But so sad, all is in past tense,
She turns so badly treacherous.
Kissed me in the dark secretly,
Such a fickle hearted beauty.

I know not how I get projected as a shy guy,
Weird presumption, I would now just say.

People come speak to me for like a few hours,
They just don't interest me enough to invite replies.

But most often, it happens in the classrooms!
Teachers are oftentimes the ones with this complaint!

Is only some overtly tough subject eligible for my thoughts,
For my words, for my questions and for my answers?