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Àŧùl May 2017
My best memories are not with her,
And I will forever remember them,
The reason I built my imagination,
Till my childhood was there to stay,
Enjoying the imaginary car crashes,
Less than an ambition it was never.

How clearly I remember myself,
Often playing with glistening toys,
They were mostly cars and tracks,
When my mind drove 'em like an elf,
Healing my loneliness with their jumps,
Eyes glittering with the picturization,
Ears hearing the imaginary blasts,
Love was simple & objective then,
S**eemed the best life to a kid me.
My Mattel Hotwheels toy car collection used to be the biggest in the city.
I wonder if I still have it in the store room.

My HP Poem #1550
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
Knowing that it was at my home,
And right in front of where I sleep,
Now I hold her tight in my arms,
Under her chin I put my fingers,
Pull her blushing face upwards,
Reading her thoughts in her eyes,
I now peck her lips so delicately,
Yes I am going to remember this,
And I will not kiss anyone else.

Kissing for me was just pecking,
I'm thinking not of a French Kiss,
Suddenly I felt her mouth open,
Slithered out her tongue then,
Enjoying she is this moment,
Dry lips of mine felt her saliva.

My inexperienced self fumbled,
Enjoying she was but I pause.

Fix my eyes open on her shut ones,
I can't explain the feeling properly,
Remember the moment I'll forever,
Suddenly her eyes open on pause,
Till ages I'll 'member the look on her face.
Acrostic
My HP Poem #1549
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
The under 17 football team of India,
It has beaten the Italian team, yeah!
My HP Poem #1548
©Atul Kaushal
  May 2017 Àŧùl
Ryan Holden
Dark clouds,
Pollution fills air with dust,
Melted paintwork,
Cars rust,
The world is cold,
Hearts, brains and souls,
Full of mould.

Innocent animals die,
Innocent children cry,
The peaceful natural world
We once lived in,
Is full of death,
Heart break and sin.

I struggle to find a kind person,
The more I try and help
The more it seems to worsen,
If you're in doubt
About the life you live
Put on a smile,
Ask more and give.

For the world a bitter place,
So pick yourself up
An exception to the human race,
When you wake up grin
Share the laughter,
Eventually you'll wish
You did after.

If you feel times are tough,
Go explore, see the world,
You haven't seen enough,
Meet new people, meet new friends,
And fall in love,
Before your soul is caught
In a star from above.

Small children in poor countries,
Don't have healthy water,
But families go out and buy
A new car for their daughter.

With the world always spinning
Throughout the years,
All you're doing is sat
Shedding tears,
Just sit for a moment
Open your eyes and ears
It's not all bad,
When you've got family,
Friends and beers.
My final version of this, one of my originals but thought I'd go back and finish it :D
Àŧùl May 2017
O stone hearted lover,
I considered you mine,
My own God of love.
I made a big mistake,
Oh what I thought,
And what turned out.
O stone hearted lover...

Carrying your face in my heart,
I would even walk on cinders,
You're still there where I prayed,
I am still where you'd left me.
There's no crazy lover like me,
O stone hearted lover...

I had thought when the nights,
Become too much desolate,
The fire of faith in her heart,
It will enlighten my path.
When I got hit then I knew,
O stone hearted lover...

Wish you had known him,
The one you have rejected,
Not just a mirror or a crystal,
You have downed a divine heart.
Now even my skies are barren,
O stone hearted lover...
My HP Poem #1547
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
The English Miss,
She was teaching tenses,
And suddenly my benchpartner,
He stood up and went out of the door!

"Such a daring darling!"
She exclaimed while looking at the door,
She made no attempts to prevent him,
"Was getting bored & walked away!"

I shook my head in negation,
Clicked my tongue crisply,
And I had her attention,
So I added jeeringly...

*"Miss English -,"
"- He did not get bored,"
"He wasn't even listening!"
"He was just sleepwalking!"
My HP Poem #1546
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
An old hag, I tell ya,
She read my palm,
And revealed it.

That only momentary pleasures,
Were written in my destiny,
Of varying measures.

I agree to some extent,
Only torment is permanent,
As pleasures are just temporary.

Lost within myself they often get,
Like a delightful chocolate bar,
Akin to one from a beer bar.

Dissatisfied with every happiness,
Half filled with unspilled tears,
The other half of lost years.
My HP Poem #1545
©Atul Kaushal
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