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Pooja Gujral Poem
You & I
We’re nothing like them
Unlike the ones with love as a trope
Lost souls mingling at the end of the meadow
Where there is nothing to lose
Yet I felt like losing myself to you
Embark of a Serendipitous rendezvous
We walked for a little while
Wandering into nothingness
Our roads never seeming to end
Like the bleak Siberian wilderness
Parallel and almost akin
Yet we felt diverged
Conclusion of a Zemblanitious affair
All that remains are the ashes of our feelings
That were once the shards of crystal
Isolated and Indifferent, unlike the twin poles of the axis
Running around the pyre of our love with burning torches
Our Epitaph reading
You & I
We’re nothing like them
-Pooja
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I guess time’s wastin’
You already saw me and her tastin’
Blinded by the trust you thought we were lastin’
You can be my Bonnie and I can be your Clyde
In your dreams, we playing husband and wife
But babe excuse me for bursting your bubble
You blame me for inviting loads of trouble
Was good to you till we shared a puff
Now you go behind my back and call my bluff
I guess I was neva enough
We went from nothin’ to somethin’
Likin’ to Lovin’
But now we just in’
Each other, over and over
Another day, Another bed cover
How soon do we forget how we felt
Dealing with emotions that never left
Your loss is like OD on DMG
Wakin’ up wasted like we did in the sixty
in’ a dozen hoes in a single night
But with you was different
Rubbin’ you like meth and still neva high
Nothing compares the rush which made me fly
Can’t even be sorry without her breath entwined in mine
Did a mistake, not a crime
Come back baby,
I promise to make things right
If I have you beside
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Pooja Gujral Poem
This lust is eternal,
And will never be out of fashion.
A powerful force beyond any compassion.
Like a burning fire, it runs in the veins,
That'll make you forget all other names.
I'll make you moan my name every night.
You'd wish that you could just sleep tight.
You'll never reproach,
As the climax approach,
Revival and resuscitation.
But the end will be same,
As you'll be the one the tigress tame.
I'll leave you wanting more,
Luring the lust in you.
And as the day will dawn,
You'll see your side and I'll be gone.
On her hunt again,
She'll roar like a beast.
Eyeing as a hawk carefully on her feast,
As the time comes she'll leap.
Now, this cycle will repeat.
A tale as old as time,
To cure her lonely nights,
But wait until you see her real might.
This is not who she is,
Pretentious and facade.
You are the only one,
Who can save her from this cascade.
Work harder if you wanna be the king,
Or in no time you'll be another fling.
Never in a million year has anyone been,
Any bigger than this slay queen.
Not even the Duke of Cheshire,
Because she is what all the men desire.
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For some men, she is Angel,
For others, she is Rose.
Short clothes cladding her toned body,
They shout and scream and call her honey.
After all, she is just a stripper in need of money.
A profession that chose her.
The day goes as quiet as a lake,
But as the night dawns
Her real hard work begins.
Rosy cheeks, dimple chin,
A short corset and an even shorter smile.
She puts on a grand show,
For she is the show stopper.
People just know who Rose is
But has anybody looked at the angel inside?
She might be the star of the night,
But as another day comes, she worries about
the money to be given to the hospital.
Her beloved husband, who was
The only one who ever held her was lying in
Was lying in a coma, fighting for his life.
Unknown to the filthy hands touching his wife.
Only if he knew, he would come back from the afterlife.
Her life has become tougher now,
As her health is deteriorating too.
Now, what will she do?
Stripping does give a lot of money in less time,
But for doing more work, will she remain fine?
I bet God is testing her,
And I hope she passes the test,
Because a lot is at stake.
She believes in miracles,
That one day her husband will wake up
And hold her in his arms again.
I’ll wait for that day and so she does too.
-Pooja
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Help me.
I wish I could explain the things that I see.
Camouflaging with the shadows in the day,
Disfigured faces come out at night to play.
Help me.
My friend is all they want to be.
They promise to take me to a better place.
No one will judge me in the dark maze.
Help me, they say.
A good soul wants to be freed.
Lest you are the host and they will breed.
Help me.
It’s that time of the night.
I see a girl like me with the same fright.
The identical looks with a chin so bright.
On her neck, there is a mark of bite.
The only difference is the mark,
That is visible only in the dark.
If you see her in light,
A mistake of identity you might make.
She is normal; like you and me.
She needs you to listen to her screams.
Help her, she is in need.
It can be you, your friend or me indeed.
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