Apr 12, 2014


just a classmate,
Jun 3, 2015

I was never considered a friend,
just a classmate,
a time-pusher that was all i was.
But today,
i planted a smile.
A smile so deep and pure,
it came as a shock to her.
A surprize indeed.
But surely my own heart rejoices to know that i planted a smile.

My classmate from high-school,
Atul Kaushal
Atul Kaushal
Jan 6, 2016

My classmate from high-school,
Roll number 57 - Mohit Kamboj,
Is the coolest & the most freaky.

I have not seen anyone as awesome,
In their give & take with the teacher,
He made the class laugh effortlessly!

I was in Kendriya Vidyalaya (Central School), Karnal for my high school years and it was here that I made friends with some unforgettable people.

I miss each one of them.

My HP Poem #957
©Atul Kaushal
Last year, a classmate told me
Mark Parker
Mark Parker
Aug 22, 2015

My friends describe me
as a man of few verbal words.
Funnily, the words are chosen
poorly for someone who
thinks so much about what
a person should and shouldn't say.

Last year, a classmate told me
she would get at least three words
out of me before our study group
quit for the night. I responded,”You lose”.

I saw the moment, and I pulled a Calvin Coolidge. I don't know if I'll have another chance in my lifetime.
#words   #shy   #year   #mute   #chosen   #classmate  
Apr 14, 2015

Sa maraming taon na ating pagsasama
Maghihiwalay para sa panibagong gera
Bawat istorya tumatak sa utak nitong makata
Wag kayong iiyak, tayo'y muling magkikita.

Ang pakikipagsapalaran sa susunod na kabanata

A special 4 bars set up for my batch mates in Highschool. It's also a Filipino poem written in our own language, tagalog.
inseparable classmate!
Pradip Chattopadhyay

In the wispy glow of dusk
he came

mazing through years of husk
memory groped his name.

Then I remembered.

Though drew us apart fate
once we were very close

inseparable classmate!

Seemed so empty
even an hour without him
more together more the happy
we bonded too in dream.

Shared we two
same liking and taste
loved to do
living without the rest.

I have come to close a deal
in his eyes was sadness spread
hope you remember still
the promise we made.

I remembered.

when we last met
he said

let’s seal this with trust
must come to meet his heart’s pal
the one departing first.

Apr 4, 2013

a borrowed pencil
coaxing out words
it never knew it had
in the hands
of another

You have my birth name
I hear it and want to die
Stop raising your hand

Oct 2, 2015

You should smile more.
It creates a rippling effect greater than that dark waves of your hair.
Your voice puts me in a monotonous trance.
It wakens up my soul yet could put me in a lucid dream.

That colorful sleeve on your arm reveals your true beauty
Although I cannot decipher it.
It has a way of speaking to me;
           Who you are.

Doug Potter
Doug Potter
Oct 2, 2016

Her first name did not fit
she wore cloddy shoes &
knees & elbows were

dead skin & lived
above a bar with
a pockmarked

brother & invisible mother,
she ate cardboard, chalk,
paper & paste;

Glory was her name.

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