They know that I have special needs.
Due to the May 7, 2010 accident,
Several internal injuries—none bleeds.
For it wasn't a regular event.
Still they ask me to get married.
The accident wasn't normal.
I almost died in it. Almost.
What I got was an incomplete life,
Incomplete because I lost love,
The lover went rogue,
Because she thought I'd die.
She might have been wrong,
But I'm not really alive either.
I'm just an apparition. Really.
I wrote 7 Seconds,
Inspired metaphorically by life,
My own life in Bhaarat,
Your life in the world,
The threat of terrorism,
And the looming oil crisis.
I was not satisfied. Yes.
I wrote The 'Angel?' Saga,
Inspired by my romances,
My metaphysical chances,
The super-romantic dances,
How I lost my love,
How the bird has flown,
I was immensely satisfied. Yes.
Poetry is how I release,
Poetry is how I tease,
Poetry is how I reform,
Poetry is how I transform,
How I live my life,
How I escape death,
I feel safe in these verses. Really.
I wrote the 'Aaryavarta' trilogy,
Inspired by Darwin's evolution theory,
By all the flaws in it, actually,
Peas can't dictate human origins,
We evolved from aliens, possibly,
Human ancestors from a different planet,
More than a hundred thousand years ago!
I wrote 'Swansong: A Tribute?' too.
It envisions a near-future war,
A war between Bhaarat and China,
America will support Bhaarat against China,
That's the ABC of our world's future,
Recalling is hard for me but not writing something new,
The world will punish China too.
For their COVID crimes,
For their SARS crimes,
For their transgression crimes,
For Taiwan and Tibet,
For trade malpractices,
And the crimes against humanity,
Both in Xinjiang and in Tibet.
I do miss being able to play the guitar nicely,
Baby, I miss running fast, sprinting actually,
But my new abilities are not bad either,
I can now earn, and not just money,
But I have earned you too, oh reader,
This is not a Mozart symphony,
Still I'm like a charmer.
My HP Poem #2010
©Atul Kaushal