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Äŧül 7d
What will you do going elsewhere,
If I am not going to be present there?

Why someone else will you marry,
If you can never love anyone but me?

What will you do after marriage,
If it's not my heart that's your cage?

Where will you go for honeymoon,
If your heart still resides with me?

What will be that light or sound key,
If you experience them without me?

Come to my street, my place,
I shall keep you happy always.

Maybe I'm not so handsome or rich,
I still succeeded in kindling your love.

After all, I'm a Bhāräŧīyä in & out,
I shall take you closer to Đhärmä.

I shall love you with my gaze,
I shall show you how I keep my promises.

You will see what I shall be,
I just need some time, Jī...
For my Mïŧālī.

My HP Poem #1892
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül Oct 16
There's a story of a lonely childhood,
A saga of a musical teenage,
And an account of painful youth.

There's a poem of romantic adulthood,
An epic written in the search for love,
And your sign in a moment of truth.

There's one desire in my heart untold,
A thirst that is yet unquenched,
And your name on its walls of blood.
My HP Poem #1891
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül Oct 1
She is a fantastic demotivator,
Hungry she leaves me,
Ever so often.
Always she taunts me,
Now in life, I lack a motivator.
I tell her all, looking for approval,
She tells me only of the impossibility.
My HP Poem #1890
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül Sep 29
My past is so blotted & blotched,
Yet, I am living this moment.

Painful or not, it'd hardly matter,
Any luck with life, I miss daily,
I miss all my possibilities,
None have I achieved,
To time I put my ode,
Ever so desperately,
Dying will be easier.

Perhaps, I'd wait until my parents,
And then I shall embrace her,
Saying, “Sorry, I kept you longing,”
This time there is no guardian angel.
My HP Poem #1889
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül Sep 28
Our petrol sedan,
Looks so elegant and

Now running in its 7th year,
Still appears so new and

Škoda its maker,
Runs on a VW engine and
My HP Poem #1888
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül Sep 20
They dictate our lives,
How they are in space,
Exactly when we are born.

How they are in space,
Or the constellations,
When an individual is born.
My HP Poem #1887
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül Sep 20
Take it,
Or leave it.

It's your choice,
Be wise.
My HP Poem #1886
©Atul Kaushal
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