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Àŧùl Jun 2017
I still waste my tears in your memory,
I still miss the romance in my poetry...

In your company I was carefree,
And you bit your fingers naughtily.
You used to meet me often secretly,
A lot of time is gone but I still miss it.

I used to pull the corner of the curtains suddenly,
And I remember how you veiled your face behind the scarf.
Those sunlit hot afternoons when I used to call you,
And I still miss how you used to run barefoot onto the terrace to romance with me.
But now those memories pinch me.
My HP Poem #1581
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Here l come,
Oh 60 kg target!
Be ready for me,
'Cause I am determined.
Weight loss demamds a lot of determination, exercise and sacrifice.
I am 64.8 kgs now down from 72 kgs almost 50 days ago.

My HP Poem #1580
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
She came like springtide,
She left me enticed.
What secret she used to hide,
In her heart deep inside.

She was beautiful per se,
But her eyes were deceptive.
She was beautiful per se,
But her eyes were deceptive.
Her lappet she used to hide,
She came like springtide,
She left me enticed.

Tell me oh my heartbeats,
Oh my heartbeats.
Tell me this much oh my heartbeats,
Who was she that showed me dreams,
The one that came like springtide,
But left me longing and enticed.
My HP Poem #1579
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Parents' spoilt brat,
I am their only child.
I am still not used to it,
Loneliness blights me.
I try to make them mild,
These ghosts of loneliness,
The ghosts written in my destiny.
My HP Poem #1578
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Looking at the moon,
I suddenly so desire,
That may you descend.

In the lunar palanquin,
May you come to my life.
In the angelic embrace,
May you come to the arms of my wife.

I swear that I have not seen,
Anyone as cute as my imagination.

In the lunar palanquin,
Here comes my cute princess.
By the grace of the angels,
May you be calligraphed in my life.

I swear that for me she is the cutest,
None else is even half as beautiful.

A dream home is being built,
My dreams get moulded.
Let all my dreams come true,
I will decorate the walls with love.

This dewy moonlight is so soft,
My imagination may get real.
Lit by this softer moonlight,
How more sweet can it get?
My HP Poem #1577
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Oh how conveniently I often fail,
But not that my arms I do not flail.
Neither that soldier spirit ebbs away,
Nor this fighting spirit will ever sway.

What is wrong with my health,
Why all my systems get derailed.
Have I not lost so much of wealth,
How I avoid this approaching death.
May be a bad news for a few of you,
But as a good news for some of you,
Multiple systems in my body now fail.
I am not sure where I will land,
If in heaven or in hell,
If there exists a life after death,
I will await your ascent right there only.

If I die, ask my father for the password.

My HP Poem #1576
©Atul Kaushal
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