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 Jun 2017 lavendersky
O MY SKY
Under this hard shell,
I love to love you,
I love to be close to you,
I love your craziness,
Your words,
Your fragrance,
Your essence,
And I madly love your whole being.

~ yOur rOse  ♡
My words and my poems
Are no more than explanations
And embellishments
My means of expression
For my life is my "art"
It's what I am and what I write
It's why I need to write
To make sense of the things
I've seen and done
And there are times when
I think I've done far too much
Then, in deep contemplation
I realise I could have done more
And that kind of inner debate
And discussion with myself
Are a large part of my life
Which becomes my version
Of something like "art"

                                         By Phil Roberts
 Jun 2017 lavendersky
Àŧùl
I recovered from the night again,
She had disappeared once more,
Was she using me as a ******???

I was frustrated & also saddened,
My self-control got strengthened,
For I was not a tissue to be used!!!

I have my feelings & my emotions,
Presence and absence torture me,
Ego I had tamed got hurt by now...

I won't let that elusive Angel come,
Questioning I must be her realities,
Illusions will end this time finally!!!

I'll establish an identity of my own,
Dependent I'll not be on the angel,
Was she only a dream & no more???

I had duly asked the aged captain,
To search a lovely bride very soon,
Oh, so sure I am about afterwards...

I was tailed by the spirit-like angel,
So irritated by her dreary dreams,
On-off, came-gone, again & again!!!

I now would learn to catch angels,
With the plan, I went to the mage,
Should I now learn some spells???

I entered through a dark alleyway,
Was told to visit this strange place,
What comes across - I wondered...

I knocked the door & she appeared,
Very young she seemed to me now,
Just the age of the angel of dreams!!!

I noticed that she wore a long robe,
So shiny it was silvery like her hair,
Just like the angel of dreams wore...

I rubbed my tired eyes in disbelief,
"Who're you?" I asked very loudly,
"Are you the mage's daughter???"

I wondered for long & she replied,
"Your guess is correct, kind Sailor,"
She beckoned me into the shack...

I set my foot on the wooden floor,
I look for any sign of the mage,
I want to be set free of the cage!!!

I just thought & thought about it,
But the witch was not to be seen,
Curious I asked, "Where is she???"

"I am my mother," she said calmly,
Perplexed I couldn't say a thing,
My mouth opened once & shut...

I was now about to rise & go away,
But she stopped me with her arms,
"I must show you," so she did say!!!

I did not believe what my eyes saw,
How she changed into the old mage,
Then back into her own daughter???

O I had become confused a lot now,
Why would she transform like this,
I feared if it was actually the angel...
I was looking for a friend,
when you tapped my shoulder
from the back and
I was confused how to
respond back to a recognition
from a person
that was not mutual.

Last time this happened
I was in a hall
trying to remember something
about microprocessors
so that I could at least pass,
when the invigilator stood
on top of me,
just staring me, writing.

Cold sweat droplets
started racing on my face,
assumption: he was
from my department.
When he finally spoke
he asked which exam
was I writing, and in
absolute bewilderment
I forgot, the name
of the exam I was giving!

You girl with an accent,
I had watched your poems,
writing you on stage
like the broad nip ink pen
that road trips with blue ink.
I just forgot,
in the sun burst of your face,
standing in front of me,
as if you knew me
for eternity.
For Simran Narwani
 Jun 2017 lavendersky
Bhumi
Princess,
I hope you'll be so matured when you get this letter. Sweetheart, I love you so much. And I know it will be difficult for you to survive without me. But you've to accept the fact that I am no more in your life. Your mother left us in middle and now I am leaving you. But listen sweetie, this is the time when you need me. When you want me to advice you.
Do what your heart says, when you're on your way to your dream. Never turn back. Hopefully somewhere in the heaven I'll be happy seeing you happy.

Papa will miss you my princess.

Yours loving,
Father.
 Jun 2017 lavendersky
Àŧùl
A fairly new poetess,
With the eye of a tigress,
Of stats she is the mistress.

She compliments me,
As she points it out to be,
Excellent poets read so many.

So honestly she tells me,
As she brings to my notice,
"Your favourites are 10X more,"
"Your poems are 10 times lesser!"
Thanks for bringing it to my notice,
Poetess Kalpana.

I am sure that there are many more dedicated readers and so a lot of better poets than me.

My HP Poem #1568
©Atul Kaushal
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