Now I Know How The Angel Really Was,
She Was Actually Like A Wayward Wasp,
I Shed My Maverick Traits Falling For Her,
From The Heavens, I Fell Right For The Girl,
She Loved How My Burns Now Did Twirl,
Straight As A Baby But Now With A Curl,
My Voice She Loves Deep Inside Her Heart,
As If My Accident Has Re–Engineered Me.

I love brownie,
Just like I love you,
And everything sweet.

Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
Should be grand,
It's a day that I can stand.

The most loveliest day of my life,
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
Should always exist,
It's a day that I'll always miss.

Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
The most loveliest day of my life.

And if you go,
I wanna go with you.

And if you ***,
I wanna *** with you.

Take your hand and fly away.

The most loveliest day of my life.
The most loveliest day of my life.
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
It's a day that I'll always miss.

Whom do I tell,
What do I tell...
Whom do I tell,
What do I tell?

The Predators,
Ravished Me...
They did not consider me a human,
They did not,
They did not!

As is the story
You know it...
But have you been affected at all,
Affected at all,
Affected at all?

Whom do I tell,
What do I tell...
Whom do I tell,
What do I tell?

Today the entire nation of India is just asking for the same thing, as they put forward the issue of the girl - death for those Predators!

You had said you'll stand by my side,
May my life be a calm sea or a harsh tide,
I counted that forever you would announce,
Thought not a break-up you would pronounce,
And now I wait, oh baby, I wait only for you,
Even if these colours of life turn so blue,
Oh, baby, I love you, and you only!

You will see a different side of the ship I sail in my life,
Come, be upset no longer than a good couple of years,
I have a few problems but I will overcome this strife,
Come, I'll be your Krishna and play this gleeful fife,
Slowly my career will shine and so will my life!!

How incomplete is my life at this moment,
Come, ascend to my life's queen's throne,
Your divine presence is much awaited!

Words descend in Her worship,
Always singing for Her divinity,
These hymnal pieces of poetry...

Answering violence peacefully,
These resonating bottomlands,
Mutter the peace of pure love..

Demanding only love from Her,
Here I am perservingly waiting,
Just words of love in my world.

The night has ended,
And the dusk is stale.
A different dawn descended,
And the sun is shining pale.

There are some memories here,
Some more are hidden there.
I'm still lonely,
But I'd be lonelier
If not for my parents.

Now I work on my dream rate,
None was more appropriate.

Over your clouds of grief,
Shine like the perennial sun.
Weep, cry, let them leak down,
Do not just let your tears be brief.
Remember the seeds you have sown,
You will get their produce as the relief.
Forget love as for you it just is not made.

I got hurt by an arrow,
And the sky is crimson.

It turns crimson in my blues,
And the redness of my blood.

I wanted to serve the people,
Because I am the Robin Hood.

I put all the effort I could,
I scanned all methods over,
But I could not get rid of them,
Your memories in my head,
And the waltzing images.
Images of you hugging me,
Your face cupped in my hands,
Our eyes lost in each others'.

Keep smiling in the morning and wishing a good day ahead to completely unknown people as I go to fetch milk from outside the campus and then in the evening I go for a comfortable walk and continue my morning activity.

While most people respond back with a smile and wish the same for me, some are puzzled when I wish them a good morning or evening and ask me who I am, I smile and ask them, "I don't know you Sir/Madam, just wished you." And I smile.

And some even take it as ridiculous on my part to wish them but they still make a funny puzzled/frustrated face to silently move away.

An apology that things were,
It was my fault that I proposed,
Such a young girl she's...

An effort for inspiring her,
I hoped to guide her to success,
Such a grave mistake..

An obvious step it was but,
Inch by inch it dug the grave,
Such a sorry end to relationship.

As I was the more experienced,
If not more intellectual part,
Upkeep of the relationship supposedly was my responsibility..

She ditching me is okay,
I'll meet my match someday,
May be soon someday when I polish my career...

Neither for this land,
Nor for that sky,
Your identity exists,
But only for this saga.

What good is watching
That old garden of love
As the flower of faith
Has withered away
And your home nest too.

Don't look for faith
In this rudest world
It was not created for
This netherworld
And your identity exists
But only for this saga.

Maturing into big round melons,
Yet bearing that youthful flair.

Designed for turning Atul mad,
Arch back – let them be pronounced,
Ride an imaginary gorgeous horse,
Lock them together or let them free,
Ingrained is her mark on my heart,
Narcos get so much dwarfed by her,
Gorgeous is her stupefying self.

Kissing above her asleep father's head,
Remember her I do by what she did,
Introduce me to true love she did,
Pierce she did deep inside my heart,
I**n my life she has such a special place.

We see a lot of dreams,
Of future life,
With opportunities rife,
In this land,
And in this birth itself...

Though we'll get married,
It isn't for the first time,
Either for you and for me,
But we still tie the knots,
Together we start it again..

Haven't we met previously too,
Hopefully you remember well,
We did meet in previous birth,
We had had made the promise,
You & me marry in every birth.

Who holds me safe as I fall,
Who hugs me when I need,
Who harnesses to me tight.

All time of day as I breathe,
All this inhaling & exhaling,
All that I believe is yourself.

In the dark of a gloomy sky,
In my braver heart & lungs,
In all situations I recall you.

Read along the lines...
But it doesn't imply my falsehood,
Under the wicked sky I live,
Truly unruly my life is right now.

I am very much incompatible.

And not just with herself,
Maybe with everybody else.

Hard are the days alone,
Ageing I'm but gracefully,
Perhaps I'm best left single,
Pouting is an opportunity,
Yes it is inviting me too.

Bask in the calm sunlight,
Ending is another phase,
Indeed this is satisfying,
Nightmares are fading,
Giving me happiness.

Sorry I'm not about her,
I am no-one to crib,
Not about her studies,
Gleeful I must remain,
Long life brings smiles,
Era of my life is common.

And I am sure that you will remain here holding my
Hand as you take lessons from my experienced life...

You told me a bright promise of love and appreciation
Which I believe will stay for the entirety of our lives..

No I am not afraid of losing you to circumstances now
That we have come in perfect tuning with each other.

I invested all my love on you,
And the world knows about it.

Neither anyone else wishes me,
Nor do I wish anyone else to.

The seed I had sown has bloomed,
From a sapling to a plant to tree,
And tree is now bearing fruits.
The fruits culminating on top,
Are only seemingly distant,
Fresh they are just sweet.

Hello.
Every morning I wake up to her dream,
Victory to pain in my tears that flow not,
Exhausted in my bed I wake up daily,
Remembering her even as I am sleeping,
Yet, I know that she dare not be back,
Did I ever ask for this emptiness,
Away, I feel my life drifting,
Yes in loneliness I do feel like dying.

I love you
Beyond your soul
Oh, my dove

A kleptomaniac was born,
His specialty was hearts
That he whisked away
In a real short time.

An oriental angel ascended,
Upon him she descended
In a way that changed
All of what was his.

The absurdity of modern poets.
They don't use the rhyme scale,
But they use many cuss words.
And they think writing suchlike,
They look cooler than their peers.

If they declare me mentally unstable,
I'll fight until they bind me in chains.

If they bind me & put me behind bars,
I'll befriend other mental cases there..

If they isolate me from other patients,
I'll break-free and come to your love...

If they try restraining me once more,
I'll show them who's the boss around..

If they **** me by some wicked method,
I'll come again as a spirit & its essence.

I draw a stark contrast with my parents...
Though I am more similar to my dad now,
I was closer to my mother when I was a kid..
Both are traditional and strict vegetarians,
I am a strict omnivorous who'd eat meat.

I have stark contrast with my siblings too...
I exist actually but they don't even virtually,
They do not exist and I am just so very lonely..
I can only always just miss them so very much,
They are only so hypothetical like the happy me.

But I do draw some parallels with few friends...
Even they are lonely now after finally growing up,
My friend Madhur has had a really sweet singing voice..
That's how we are best friends for the remainder of our lives,
He only lacks practice as there is a weird husk to his voice now.

We rocked together, me & Madhur, surely...
They, our parents, say we would keep jamming,
Till the middle of the night would descend on both..
That's how we composed some songs rocking together,
We both lack practice as my playing hand is incapable now.

My body is 42% physically challenged, sadly...
But I have my limbs intact with the injured brain,
I am posed with allegations of me always faking it..
So yes, I will confess today, yes I can only fake it now,
But what do I fake? The smiles and the happiness I mean.

Inside this loneliness of my life,
There is none but you my future wife,
When you are here then I can play the fife,
There is much fun as there's no strife,
Inside now your presence is rife.

I pay tribute to a modern Wordsworth.
He is a romantic person I talk about.
A physics professor he is a gem.
I know a poet, you know.
Those are really worth.
These words he says.
Pradip Chattopadhyay.
All here know this name.
Undoubtedly a romantic poet.
All his poems are really worthwhile.
I say so because they convey best things.

The other time death greeted me warmly,
On the night of Christmas Eve I slept.

But I woke up to have a frozen body,
Enter I did a fearful living nightmare.

Lost was my control over myself,
On my own limbs I lost free will,
Very late I seemed to regain it,
Enter I did a frightful thought,
D**ying unloved by someone truly.

I Am That I Am

I* want us to go on a long rail trip.

Longer than whatever I experienced,
On the bridges over the trenches,
Victory trip over mountainous terrains,
Existing away from the world.

My life needs to be revamped,
E**erie and dangerous it has become.

I sent flowers for her on her birthday,
And she ditched me because of it.
I sent her a message on her phone,
"I sent you as much flowers as your age is."
It was her 25th birth anniversary,
Breakup occurred for me because
The flower man had one free on one rose!

At Par With Others
As I Succeed,
Even Performing Better
Than Them All At Times,
But My Parents Still
Are Sore With Me.

They Still Treat Me
As If I Was A Kid,
Even Controlling Whom
Do I Talk With,
But I'll Succumb To
What I Get.

After All I'm Not
Independent Yet,
I Still Get Food & Water
And Shelter From Them,
To End With It I'd Say
My Chest Isn't Broadened Yet.

I will identify myself as successful,
When my parents stop worrying,
When my nervousness finally ends.

I will identify myself as a happier guy,
When I have divorced my loneliness,
When loneliness finally spares me to be.

I will identify my true love, my equal,
When economically independent,
When she comes without invitation.

You are happy,
Just like a little baby well-fed and well-kept.
You are happy.

You are happy,
Just like a youthful human.
You are happy.

You are happy,
If you believe that you are happy.
You are happy.

What have you done creator,
What have you made me!
Why did you make me!

I was your angel,
Down-down I fell!
Demon I became!

I fought till the end,
What did I achieve!
Why did I achieve!

I always thought I could,
Not once I thought I would fret,
But I fought till the end of it.

Unwanted glory,
All of it was so gory,
And I am so sorry.

Why that day came,
And why I survived,
I do not know either.

It is as if I chose dear life,
Of the two choices there,
Now I doubt my choice.

There is no happiness,
And there is no sorrow,
Neither happy nor sad.

Unrequited love I dispensed,
How long will it take for me,
Always I repent after loving.

They ask me my story,
I tell them my saga,
Of love & suffering.

Then they get bored,
Too dreamy a story,
They take it all as fiction.

Now I don't get nightmares,
Perhaps it was just a phase,
Yeah, she had a scary face.

But I never get good dreams either,
Not when I'm a sleeping monster,
Nor when awake without anger.

Here nobody does forever dock,
My heart is such a lonely rock,
Where dreams do not knock.

There's an imaginary place called Heaven,

The day I die and you miss me then just follow me to the Heavens.

Where we won't die or suffer anymore,

It will be just you and me singing sweet soft songs of happiness.

Here we sit holding hands till eternity,

Without having to endure any pain much too heavy & harsh.

Yes, Kalpana.
I shall not suggest you about anything,
Kri's the last one I suggested anything.

She got bored of following my advice,
But she still told me all her problems,
Yes, Kalpana.

Yes, Kalpana.
You know rest of the story involved,
How she did get rid of me in the end.

Initially she sought my advice,
She would follow it and be happy,
Because that was logical advice.

But sooner than later she got bored,
She still told me all of her problems,
She wanted not a solution suggested.

Slowly all the charm had worn out,
She grew repulsive to my words,
Ready to suffer she was than to follow my advice.

She was young,
At a crucial stage,
She made mistakes.

Don't torture me like this, oh my life,
Have mercy on my crumbling stature,
The towering height has now bent,
More than a lot it has dwarfed me,
I have gotten dizzy on the descent,
The load of expectations defeated me,
Don't you remember these hands,
Tinier they had been so cute,
Oh mother, oh father, oh,
Oh, I am so tired now,
Hold me in your arms,
Lest I fall into the oblivion.

We were chatting for the first time,
I asked if he was an Indian.
He said, "No, I am a European."
Now I said,
"Sorry, but you are no longer a European.
Your UK dumped EU.
So EU dumped you!
Now your islands were kicked further northwest.
The Germans finally had sweet revenge. :-D"
:-D

Dear Time,

I have lived lonely enough so far,
Among these indifferent people,
I stand out as lonely not on par.

You've given me demos of love,
And you've given me some too,
Yet I am tortured by demons of loneliness.

They all fail to understand me,
And probably they all hate me,
They all abandon after unplugging some holes in the boat of me.

Enough of these games, time,
Let's play again our parts usually,
Hey time, don't be so hostile!!!

I composed the poem "Angel?",
And its subsequent parts,
It is a magical saga.

It is indeed so much beautiful,
And the Angel in the story,
I fell in love with her.

Rhyming or not it is bountiful,
And of all the sorts of arts,
She is an eternal saga.

Roses bloom as she is dutiful,
And me she always loves,
Should she not be real.

Magical she is so screwable,
Days dim into the nights,
I long for an "Angel?".

Much I am like Pygmalion,
Do I like those moments,
I do love the "Angel?".

If I'm wrong then correct me not,
Loneliness is a deadly disease,
I am saved by the "Angel?".

I would call it poetry whenever
You write it with a positive attitude,
Otherwise I'll just call it a drunk rant,
I ask you to rather kept it private.

I would call it poetry whenever
You write it with a theme in mind,
Else I'll call it an attention monger's attempts of desperation,
Do good to the world, save electricity, invest your calories to somewhere purposeful.

I would call it poetry whenever
You try to give it a definitive form,
Or I'll only be irked by such unworthy posts filling up my screen,
Do us a favour, quit posting it to Hello Poetry and start maintaining a personal diary.
Malign it instead, spare Hello Poetry.

I saw a dream with me and her,
It was all very much ideal.
Surreal it seemed to be unreal,
Innocent future planning.
And then I was woken up,
Woken up rudely I was,
And it was just another broken dream.

A dream made of crystalline thoughts,
Broken dream's pieces,
So sharp and threatening.
I held it so tight with fear,
So far now as if it was not real.
It was all so much explicit,
I had shared a dream with her.

Hair got disheveled,
Harry just went bald,
But scored anyway.

Erroneous Brought-Up
Here is a short story with a lesson on parenting.

During His Childhood
He did most of his parenting by himself;
Talked out of his eternal-seeming loneliness;
Assisted only by his toys & self-invented stories.

During His Teenage*
He pondered mainly why some parents opted for keeping their kid an only child - a lonely child;
Lost his crucial focus away from books into the mirror;
Not all who have a sibling are accompanied always.

But he always asked just one question to himself;
Why me and until when?