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Àŧùl Jul 2017
I stay in your eyes and dreams,
You don't know it yet...
I have been with you always,
You are still unaware...

Now, what should I do,
How should I live without you?
Where should I abandon this love,
The one I carry in my eyes?

Even I am disappointed like you,
I don't know it yet...
This separation just buries me alive,
None should be so sinful...

What should I do now,
I was never ready for this loneliness...
With these love filled eyes,
Where more should I roam about?

Inamorata, come embrace me now,
For my heart is still broken...
Sweet heart, believe my words,
For you were always set to kittle...

Someone help me hold her,
She is my life force...
My heart wants only her,
Yes, oh yes!

Don't rub my name off your heart,
Be composed, I have you as my aim...
Come closer to me,
To me...

Oh inamorata, invite me closer...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
Oh inamorata, come be intimate...

Oh inamorata, invite me closer...
Even my heart is broken, it's offended...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
Oh inamorata, come be intimate...
Oh darling, don't be angry...
My HP Poem #1636
©Atul Kaushal
Toothache May 2019
The letter I never sent,
I write my valentine on my beating heart,
And send a perennial prayer,
That you could know without knowing.

Petals on your doorstep,
But no signature,
Pink Rosehip on your bedsheets,
Spying through your window blinds,
At someone I invented.

A label that travels as my desperations move it,
How I value the sick,
The unnatural,
The corpse and the comfort.

The will to pull me off the train,
The weight of every station,
The ommitance after the deprication,
And the awkward silence after the cosmic joke.

I lust for that iced libation,
The roseate water of ivy and redemption,
A clay to fit inside my insatiable skin hunger,
A welcomed error of continuity in my own beliefs,
And my perennial prayer,
For an ardent antiphon.

-Unabaitingly, The Romantically Inept
Àŧùl Dec 2023
[Tu hai meri Deewaani, (You're my Inamorata,)
Tu meri hi Deewaani, (You're only my Inamorata,)
Tu hi hai, tu hi hai, (You are, yes, you are,)
Mere sapno ki raani. (My dream girl.)]×2

Main ek naghma hoon, (I'm a melody,)
Tu meri mehfil hai... (You're my audience...)
Main ek raahi hoon, (I'm a traveler,)
Tu meri manzil hai. (You're my destination.)

** keh bhi de, (Oh, just say it,)
Hai mann mein jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Haan keh bhi de, (C'mon, just say it,)
Hai dil ki jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Ab bol de, (Now just tell it to me,)
Kuch na chhupa, (Don't hold it back,)
Aa keh bhi de, (Come just say it,)
** o o o... (** o o o...)

Main teri dhadkan hoon, (I'm your heartbeat,)
Tu meri tadpan hai, (You're my yearning,)
Main tera Maanjhi hoon, (I'm your rafter,)
Tu meri Nadiya hai. (You're my river.)

** keh bhi de, (Oh, just say it,)
Hai mann mein jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Haan keh bhi de, (C'mon, just say it,)
Hai dil ki jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Ab bol de, (Now just tell it to me,)
Kuch na chhupa, (Don't hold it back,)
Aa keh bhi de, (Come say it,)
** o o o... (** o o o...)

[Tu hai meri Deewaani, (You're my Inamorata,)
Bas meri hi Deewaani, (You're only my Inamorata,)
Tu hi hai, tu hi hai, (You are, yes, you are,)
Mere sapno ki raani. (My dream girl.)]×2
It's a Hïnđī song in B Major Scale with a happy tune and the chords E major, A major, D major and C major.

My first original musical composition for my imaginary ideal lover.

This is my happiest and most hopeful original composition.
My HP Poem #1840
©Atul Kaushal
andy fardell Oct 2011
what a beautiful face as i looked her way
she didnt know it that i loved her eh
as she walked my way and spoke in haste
my love for her still grows in pain

what a lovely look from her to me
a look that gave me all i need
that smile that took my breath some where
a look of love fell into air
what touched me out as i felt her skin
electric daggers serious pins
i felt alive like never before
a look of love fell through my door

and now she's mine for ever more
my love my one that i amore
i love her in so many ways
my lover ..soulmate ...inamorata
Àŧùl Apr 2015
I stepped on the stage again,
My act was supposed to be the showstopper;
This circus was still breathing,
And I wasn't modest claiming all the credit;
The schedule was followed always,
It had been followed this time as well;
The magical act of mine was to be recorded.

I bowed a greeting quickly,
Followed it up with a bouquet sprouting out of thin air;
Delivered it to a girl in the 7th row,
Neither by foot nor by hook I did that;
Yes my magic wand I flicked smartly,
Making the flowers reach the girl so cute;
The audience sure was impressed with me.

I saw clapping hands in the stands,
Not much later did I speak of a vanishing act;
And I made an assistant vanish into a box,
Then followed a fiery act & my head was aflame;
Like the agent of the Devil, I appeared,
Soon underground I disappeared;
Didn't stop on the floor below strangely.

My assistants were none there to put out the fire,
I panicked and called for help but none arrived;
Soon the fire gelly would run out and my head will burn,
But I hadn't been married yet & my inamorata was upset;
She wasn't going to forgive me for my crimes,
Whether I had committed them or was innocent;
Now I felt my hair burning and the stench sickening.

I was about to find my doom's onset,
Still, the fire was getting colder & bolder;
Now I didn't feel burning in my hair,
The flames were now blue as I could see;
Out of the body was that experience,
And now I regretted each one of my sins;
Suddenly on my stomach, I felt a million pins.

I still wondered if any of it was real,
At least the pain felt real and I was in hell;
By now there was no point repenting it,
The sin committed was grievous I realized;
No Punisher will take it easy & forgive me,
Here the executioner was my own inamorata;
Never did I think she could be so cruel.

I then felt my head being supported,
And I was brought back to my senses;
She then helped me into a standing position,
And it was her who had again breathed life into me;
The vanishing mechanism had failed this time,
But my ceased breath had breathed a new lease to 'us';
I just looked at my inamorata with desperation & guilt in my eyes.

There was such kindness in her eyes,
I just knew then that I'll be satisfied.
My HP Poem #826
©Atul Kaushal
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Next to the seashore
Of Boracay beach;
Seahorse's oscillate
To the turquoise seep.

ii.

Dawn turneth dusk
As the firefly's light;
The hole's in the sky
Burning brightly, heaven's sight.

iii.

Mine inamorata valentine
Covered in seasalt salve;
Out of the deep blue
She arise's from the shell's.

v.

Walking toward's me
Coming mine way;
We lay upon ourn blanket
Whilst cuddling, reminiscing the day.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Omnis Atrum Nov 2013
To be imbued with the conviction that empathic listening is a panacea,
by the surreptitious, murmurous harbinger and his mellifluous words,
provoked brooding that my comprehension of his susurrous eloquence was a mondegreen,
when this scintilla of sagacity left a fetching ingenue crestfallen.

By the surreptitious, murmurous harbinger and his mellifluous words!
I adopted a propinquity to this furtive, ephemeral epiphany,
but when this scintilla of sagacity left a fetching ingenue crestfallen,
I discerned this lagniappe beleaguered our dalliance.

I adopted a propinquity to this furtive, ephemeral epiphany.
When she became inured to petrichor I knew my method pyrrhic,
and when I discerned that this lagniappe beleaguered our dalliance,
I vowed to rectify the imbroglio for my quintessential cynosure.

When she became inured to petrichor I knew my method pyrrhic,
and I ruminated that her insouciance was only forbearance.
I vowed to rectify my quintessential cynosure of the imbroglio,
and fabricated a denouement to return her to halcyon incipient.

I ruminated that her insouciance was only forbearance,
until hearing her state our conflation made each a moiety of our own panoply.
She fabricated a denouement to return us to the incipience of halcyon
with ineffable felicity, and I remembered with ebullience my inamorata's words.

Hearing her state our conflation made each a moiety of our own panoply
provoked brooding that my comprehension of her susurrous eloquence was a mondegreen.
With ineffable felicity I found ebullience in my inamorata's words
and was imbued with the conviction that empathic listening is a panacea.
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Mine artistry inamorata
Airburshed on tapestry upon;
Fernando Amorsolo canvas.

ii.

Thou art mine Atlantis
The air I sucketh in;
Mine piece of God, timeless.

iii.

What id do without thee?
I couldst not liveth;
I'll giveth thee mine last drop, of blood mine dear.

iv.

Cometh near
Shadow's dance with us;
Filipino perfume's, ancient dusk.

v.

In the negrito of Luzon
Bead's shalt bounce ourn neck's;
Red one's, yellow one's, tribal seed connect.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Pride Ed Nov 2014
"It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me."*
—William Shakespeare — Othello, act II, scene I.

She, veiled in night-breezes of darkled hue;
This cream Inamorata as you've called her.
She wishes to calm the seas; your eyes a turbulent blue.
The remnants of a broken heart she hopes to stir,
With the enchanting embrace of her halo-like arms.
Like you, this angel sought heaven all along.
Enthralled by her and all of her innocent charms,
You now cling to her and chant every love-song!
If World be willing — if malignant stars never shined,
Then she would fly to you without any fear,
And she'd cradle your heart; a widower's heart that pined
For this dusky form that you now hold in your thoughts so dear.
But tonight she waits for you in after-curfew dreams.
So luminous is her light, though the darkness it gleams!
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I dream of you every single night,
My eyes are closed & they are open too,
I imagine future - I see us living together...

Not as elaborate dreams as yours,
But I have largely elaborate visions too,
I imagine a lot, lot & lot of our joint future..

Mostly my dreams are colorless,
Those are often about you inamorata,
Unlike yours which often you see colorful.
My HP Poem #510
©Atul Kaushal
mira Apr 2017
peril is not what i fear, i fear your death at such a scintilla of contentment
how can i love you for such distorted exaltation, if it is love at all
she has sunned only her heart, a weathered inamorata of gangrenous pallor
timid and stark naked in the swirling moonlight, blood viscous and ripe to drink, she speaks at last:
i cannot be your lover.
in retrospect, the affair was a whim; lithe but so bitter
love is not divine will, but tenacious valor
as i have learned
as anything

have i disrupted your cadence?
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Love from you, my darling,
In the darkest of days, I need it.
Love from you, my beautiful,
In the blackest of nights, I wish it.
Love from you, my inamorata,
In the loneliest evenings, I require it.
Love from you o my best friend.

Love from you, o my baby,
In the playful days, I enjoy it.
Love from you, my dilruba,
In my sorrowful time, I miss it.
Love from you, my humjoli,
In all my joyful time I cherish it.
Love from you, my humdum.

Love from you o my lover,
In the brightest days, I need it.
Love from you, my gorgeous,
In the whitest dreams, I desire it.
Love from you, my mehbooba,
In the busiest mornings, I yearn it.
Love from you, my Jaan-e-mann.
Meanings of the Persian/Urdu/Hindi terms used:
1. Mehbooba: the (feminine) lover
2. Jaan-e-mann: the life force of soul
3. Dilruba: the reason of heartbeat
4. Humjoli: the sole secret-keeper
5. Humdum: the better part of life

My HP Poem #827
©Atul Kaushal
the black rose Feb 2015
jaaneman, do you think of me like i think of you?
do you believe in me as i believe in you?
i dont know if its me,
or my pessimistic outlook that is keeping us apart.
but, i need you like the stars need the moon.

sitting here on this day of inamorata,
wishing we could be together..
but dear, i know you've got somewhere else to be.
i know your heart is already full,
with no room left for me.

though, i'm never giving up on us.
i will fight for you.
i will fight until your heart is empty,
empty and shallow.
i will fight for you until the day that you realize,
i am the only one that will ever fight for you..

when your lover betrays you & leaves you out in the cold..
allow my being to be a form of warmth.
all i want is the taste that your lips allow,
i want to be your reasons why
& your reasons how.

this is my promise to you..
to never hurt you, never betray you dear i will never let you go.
here's to the day that i can finally call you mine, the day of *euphoria.
LearnfromBOBD Dec 2018
OluwaFisayomi my inamorata
If ever two were one, then surely we are.
If ever I love you dreamboat, yes I am’
I prized my love more than the whole mines of gold,
And all the wealth that the rich does hold’
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor like a recommended lens’
Our love for each other is clear, that no man can repay.
The heavens reward our truthfulness, I pray.
Then while we live in love let’s serve God,
That when we live no more, we live forever up’
Where are the stars that show us to our love, And we gon’ live our whole young old lives away In the joys of a living God’
Your body and soul are divine,
With a lovely fragrant with heavenly wine’
So kiss me Temi with your cold dry lips,
So I can hold you tight and sing you hymns’ Not what you think, but give me the love that so free please’
To my one and honey dreamboat
My life
Tilly May 2012
Gift wrapped,
so softly,
she
wishes
the touch of her lips
to fall upon his deepest dreams .

Gilded,
so delicately,
she
wants
memories of her fingers
to join his own on naked skin .

Smoothly,
so wholly,
she
welcomes
thoughts of his arms
wrapped around her.

Beribboned,
so gently,
she
wafts
scents of her hair
into his every waking moment.

Spoken,
so temptingly,
she
whispers
words of her heart
to ease his longing
from afar.

Wantonly, she waits.
Inspired by River <3
& Snow Patrol
"even in the darkness, I can see how happy you are"
The Ripper Mar 2016
Sole paragon,
dreamland inamorata,
spend a moment;
drovvn me in your vvaters.
Slake this surreptitious tongue,
before it turns to dust,
guide my hands hovv you see fit;
there's no reason to not.
Love can get you high
but ...
       I
          vvill
                  travel
                      ­       as
                                   lovv
                             as
                    you
         vvant.
K Balachandran Mar 2015
She then wears her special smile
an inamorata's conspiratorial
signalling her arousal, need to get me closer
right there in a room full of people
all of us in the midst of serious business.
I have deep yearning in my eyes
that in turn sets fire to her love central
we burn to be in each other's arms
lovers in exile, commandeer private moments
deflecting watchful eyes of jealousy
every time our secret rituals of amour
take unexpected arms and win wars.
hfallahpour Sep 2016
Make her feel like she's an Aphrodite
She intends to introduce you as her inamorato to her heart
She makes you her Adonis
Let her know that she's your inamorata
don't leave her alone
You got many reasons to join
try to see her heart today
She wants you to stay
Harsh Oct 2015
There's something so fundamentally romantic about a broken man
or should I simply say, "I dig that!"?
A man tormented by the demons of a shattered childhood, or
a shattered heart on which a pair of expensive pencil heels, the shiny black kind with a blood red sole, has stomped all over.
Or maybe shaken to the core from the long cold nights and
scorching days spent at a military base with gun fires and screams
ringing in his ears even after all these years.
I long to hold him,
as he twists, mourns and shivers through the nightmares,
I want mine to be the only embrace that makes them all go away.
When those scars hurt, or the injury from the practice session
is not as unbearable as the fear of not being able to play again,
I just want to hold his hands as they grip mine so tight,
almost in an attempt to transfer the pain.
When that fever is burning so high he's going in and out of reality
with a wet cloth on his forehead all bundled up and drugged, I want
my name to be the only thing he calls out.
Every now and then when he breaks down in the shower crying
his heart out, or explodes with vengeance in his eyes ready to hit,
destroy or ****, I want
my palm pressed against his heart to make the storm pass.
When he becomes unsteady and slurry, with the smell of Whiskey
overriding the aftershave, I want to be the one to take him home
and tuck him into bed.
I want to know, see, hear and feel all his pain, his fears, his
darkest moments and be the remedy, his only escape.
I don't want to fix him. Or change him. Or save him.
I want to be his lifeline, his anchor to the mortal world, and
rope ladder to heaven.
This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 15/10/2015]
Ali Hilout Dec 2020
Your hair, its softness makes my heart palpitate rapidly;
Your face, its lineaments leave me in the wonder of their rarity;
Your eyes, I can stare open-mouthed into them unweariedly;
Your lips, I wish I can kiss them constantly;
Your hands, I wish I can entwine them with mine eternally.
Your mind, it captures me on every occasion thoroughly;
Your soul, I can love it everlastingly;
Your heart, it belongs only to me, solely;
O, my inamorata! Feelings of you will never be dreary.
Torin Mar 2016
I was building walls through the middle of the sahara using only cardboard, scotch tape, and bulldozers, when I got bored and decided my time was better spent looking up flowers on the internet that I would never see firsthand

I realized then how I wanted to be someone to follow so I bought an ant farm at Miller's Corner Store, and set them free but not without first covering my whole body in honey and letting it seep through my skin to sweeten my heart

I put the queen in my left shirt pocket
so kindled in sear summer July,
Upheaval churning in my most stoic feeling frazzled, I am,
Thank GOD for Good Riddance- putting on a thinking cap
And  my Good Instincts prevails..
    Brooding over and praying in silence-
       PEACE and Faith too ; sustained my intertwined...
guts good 'ole meshed up toiled my life.
                   Like a web-gathering digging out into knitted vine..
                     Gotta dance w/ grace even if someone ogling..
                       actin' out like zilch..
                        out there mesmerizing.
Give it all out for sake o' Inamorata  
                  And fervor like ne'er be in paroxysm, a day or two ..
                Rhyme with the melody o' songs
            And Sing it all out on top o' my lungs
      like there's no one's eavesdropping
Amusingly enough as I wantonly be wanted
And feel hurting no more,
  Sleeping in minty pillows, sobbing no more...
    At the time, eventide dusk comes,
     That Beauty; rests indeed, bellows
       Live and let live like it's a bed o' heavenly velvety Roses in this cauldron earth!.ensnared my thoughts together oftentimes,
      Through waylay conflicts
So akin to as DRAMA Momma!
    That another can tote to my table.
      Getting' along just fine witn MYself..
      thus restore my sense of panoramic mindset; - my BLESSINGS- scrutiny on my studies  and my cherub babes who cares as whippersnapper!
    Thou Loves me more than
       of enormous superficial stuffs-
          things that won't last-
            I'm in solitude for soul searching'.
              I am of thy belief that
everyone needs time...
To just Be! @ peace with just MYself!
J
Tommy Johnson Aug 2014
The living legend is ****** into a rut of pining for his splendid playwright
She was his everything
A new breed of woman
No societal entourage could compare
No jovial jubilee could top her
Her humongous measure of perplexity
Her grace
Her charm
Her mystery

He now despises himself for this moment of nostalgic weeping
The mucus makes it hard for him to breathe with his deviated septum
He looks for something to alleviate his sniffling
And eviscerate all his emotional anguish
Nasal spray and bourbon
He can breathe but the alcohol only exacerbates the visceral issue
And dampens his already flaccid spirit  

Clouted with the disheartening reminder that it wasn't all her fault
He fumbles with the bottle while retracing the event in his mind

"It was the golden age of bronze metals"
"She was asked to do as she was told"
"A white lie"
"A foul up"
"An accusation"
"An accessory to ******"
"Madcap ad libbed alibis and recounts verbatim"
"She turned on them, they killed her"

The bourbon was gone, his nose was stuffed again
Wheezing, gagging, crying  

What's the word for when a living legend wants to die?
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Inamorato's and inamorata's
Hath lost the meaning of amour';
Being two separate entities.

ii.

Me and mine lass
Shalt forever last;
For we art one spirit, one soul, one destiny.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
inamorata is a person's female lover
Inamorato is a male.... Thanks for reading
Dawn King Jan 2015
I climb into your dream spaces
and
Produce Milky Way plays
we
Set sail in purring whisper ships
while
Venus plays old forgotten songs
each
Time I feel you waking
the
Intermission is delayed
so
Enchanted seeds
with
August murals
of
Obscure reminiscence
can
Tendril intertwined
into
Dark recesses of your mind

— The End —