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 47m David J
Àŧùl
What did your parents tell each other,
Why did they say that to one another,
When you were born to them in that weather?

Aapse mil kar Khushi hui!

Your name is Khushi,
And Khushi means happiness,
Your parents felt glad on meeting each other.

And I bet that they were happy when you were born.
A poem for someone called Khushi.

My HP Poem #2019
©Atul Kaushal
Brokenness
begets
One broken
Healer
begets
One healed.
Legacy is a course in action.
 Oct 18 David J
Immortality
In the quiet mirror,
find the scars you’ve hidden,
whisper softly, "You’re enough."

Let the weight fall,
you’re more than the burdens you carry,
love the skin you’re in.

Hold on,
breathe,
you’re never truly alone.
Self-love is the best love truly.......
 Oct 18 David J
Immortality
Eyes meet,
a soft glance,
then quickly away.

Fingers twitch,
but we don’t say.

A thousand words
rest on my lips,
but silence speaks louder.
These secret glances of his and mine draw me even more.
 Oct 18 David J
Immortality
Some say,
love is a curse.
Some say,
love is a blessing.

For me,
it's a spark in the dark,
reason to rise,
and be alive.
I want to meet my soulmate............. kind of naive, but still a dream........ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
He chiseled enough
Enough a day
Which kept her
Kept her cracked
And in pain
She was giddy
A sparkle laying behind her eye
When surrounded
by collections
Collections, crafted and created by her
A few Trinkets,
A handful of Treasures
And a steaming cup of tea
 Oct 17 David J
James Joyce
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.

There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend -- -
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend.
 Jul 29 David J
Ayn
“Hey.”
 Jul 29 David J
Ayn
Him uttering these three time-ridden letters where more than enough to bring his family to tears.
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