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Àŧùl Nov 2019
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To make out in seclusion
Coz no water is on the peak
Penetrated deeper inside
Stuck in captivus
Ov'r the hilltop
Into the horizon after
My HP Poem #1801
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
I remember my childhood
I remember the occasional bruises
I remember the rare cuts
I remember the tetanus vaccines
I remember the injuries from wood

Shots on the ***
Intra-dermal injections
My father told me
"It is funny when the nurse does that,"
I was young,
I was shy, I still am,
Shy in my own ways.

I am very ticklish and
My lower back is more so,
My dad tricked my fear away,
I would lie stomach facing the bed,
Papa staring into my eyes smilingly,
And the nurse would ***** my ***,
I would feel a tingy sensation,
And I would laugh in fear!
Literally — I don't lie.
My HP Poem #1800
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
The Monster Inside Me
It engorges, it devours
My sadness it makes me forget

The Monster Inside Me
It toasts, it drinks
My tears it makes me forget

Not all monsters are bad
Some are simply benign
Nurture good monsters I do
My HP Poem #1799
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Wait for the night to come,
It may not be an actual night,
You know that already, right?
Express your love for the paramour,
Afterwards, take a shower together,
Now sleep well and tight,
Tired from the night.

Wake up next day to find yourself lazy,
Hungover from the last night,
Hold your pen and paper steady,
Or maybe just switch on the internet,
Remember the last night from the gown,
Or maybe from the disheveled hair,
Or from the crumpled bed sheet.

Remember both of yours silent screams,
As you loudly whispered, "I love you baby!"
Then you finally collapsed into each other,
Into the puddle of love potions emanated,
Sticky yet soft, messy yet romantic,
Full of love and potent enough for new life,
Remember that you are husband & wife.
My HP Poem #1798
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
You don't get wise with last molar teeth,
Owl Baba is a living proof of the theory.

You can buy shooting medals,
And even a black belt in Aikido.
A sarcastic Indian political pun.
My HP Poem #1797
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Massage it,
Shake it,
Think about her.
Massage it more,
Shake it till you blast,
Experience the ephermal joy.
Avoid premarital pregnancy.
My HP Poem #1796
©Atul Kaushal
  Nov 2019 Àŧùl
Lamar Cole
They were laying in the grass so in love.
Looking at all the stars above.
He felt like they were the only people in the world.
Just him and his special girl.
She was completely blowing his mind.
She was so lovely and one of a kind.
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