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Àŧùl Jan 2018
I am the soul that you have regained,
I am even the best crush you ever had.
I am the love story that will never end,
I am yours as if I have always been yours.
I am always ready to adjust and to bend,
I am ready just for you and only for you.
I am proud to stay happy with you only...
My HP Poem #1697
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2018
No, I don't understand her...
Who was Helen of Troy...
Who exactly Helen was...
Or what was Troy...
An ancient Greek city...
Was Helen a citizen of that city?
Or maybe she was not...

They also mention Troy to be a Hero...
A Hero from Greece...
Was Helen of Troy a bacteria then!?!
Did she live inside Troy's bowels!?!
So unique!
They fought over a bacteria!
Killed so many for a bacteria then!
My HP Poem #1696
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2018
If Superman farts
And
His cape is set afloat
Then it is appropriate
For Indians to sing
The retro Bollywood
Peppy number:
"Hawa Mein Udta Jaaye
Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka
** Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka!
** Ji! ** Ji!"


As the song means:
*"It flutters in the wind,
Your red muslin scarf,
Oh your red muslin scarf!
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!"
Inspired by an Indian Hindi language joke

My HP Poem #1695
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2018
This morning calls out to me
and it tells me that the day,
It is going to be a good one
as with all the days with you.
My HP Poem #1694
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2018
Loving you I discovered myself,
Loving you I've attained Nirvaṇa.
Loving you I've defined my Karma,
Loving you I've adopted my Dharma,
Loving you I've found my identity,
Loving you I've moulded my life,
Loving you I've known myself.

Loving you is my sole mission,
Loving you is my only passion,
Loving you is my raging fashion,
Loving you is my loyalty creation,
Loving you is my full regression,
Loving you is my lonely lotion,
Loving you is my fuller ration.

Loving you never was a regret,
Loving you I have recounted it all,
Loving you is a thing I always knew.
This one is for you, my darling best friend Pooh Bear, like all other poems of mine.

Regression: Past life regression, recounting one's previous birth.

My HP Poem #1693
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2017
Try to count her blessings in your life and even your hair strands will be so few,
Just accept me as a worldly avatar of hers and each moment will only be so new.
My HP Poem #1692
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2017
His mother was cheated by his father,
Then his mother spent her life in resentment,
And he was deprived of his mother's love.

But then ultimately he found his lover,
The one who gave his life a new contentment,
And she gave his life the much needed love.

He ultimately gained the love of his life,
She regained her mother's spiritual love,
And it was a win-win situation for them both.
My HP Poem #1691
©Atul Kaushal
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