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 Sep 2022 Healer
Àŧùl
A poet is someone who rhymes,
Or at least takes care of structures.
A poet is someone who just sings,
Or rather makes music of the verses.
A poet is someone who bleeds black,
Or even weeps a rainbow of phrases.
My HP Poem #1942
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2022 Healer
Vraj thakkar
Amidst struggling to differentiate the acoustic chirps looming in the balmy afternoon,
Whilst contemplating the portrait of the still trees appearing from the window of my room,
I couldn't focus my mind to work and somehow it ended up recalling the childhood days,
The memories flashed of the innocent faces, the lovely games and the ugly tan of the fiery sun rays.

The time my mind used to be my friend and I never wanted things to be perfect,
I had no lust, no pride, though I wasn't the best but my friends still loved my intellect.
Without being a judge, I would enjoy observing the life unfold itself quietly,
It was the time I enjoyed solitude and embraced the company quite wisely.
happy spring!
 Sep 2022 Healer
Vraj thakkar
You do not appear to me as the light of the sun,
You rather appear dark, like a curvy fabric of space pulling me,
I fail to find the stillness in you, to sail past unharmed,
You are like a hypnotising blue wave, promising fun in drowning,
I know I should've turned the ship away, before it was too late,
But silly soul had planned the adventure, before conscience was awake.
Darkside of you
 Sep 2022 Healer
Àŧùl
Love
 Sep 2022 Healer
Àŧùl
Love is life.
Love is eternal.
Love is forever.

So what if the candidates of my love keep changing?
I am constant and truly love myself.

One day I shall be a little less lonely.
My HP Poem #1953
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2022 Healer
Gerald
They will tell you different. But real pain, never really goes away. It is just latent.
Adjective
latent (not comparable)

1. Existing or present but concealed or inactive.

2. (biology) lying dormant or hidden until circumstances are suitable for development or manifestation.
 Sep 2022 Healer
ryn
Dalliance
 Sep 2022 Healer
ryn
.

Nights don’t change…

Perhaps just the stories
they weave in infinites
from the fires of stars
and embers of hearts…

Or perhaps it’s the way
they were captured
and deciphered;
Reworded and retuned
to the song and dalliance
of the hand-wielded ink.
 Sep 2022 Healer
Dolores
Beige
 Sep 2022 Healer
Dolores
I looked around
You were standing there,
He is not like anyone
I've ever seen I swear

Everything I love is in you
When you speak
Your words feel so true
Your world seems so blue

Even though it dressed you in brown
Even though it gave you no clouds
Only drought and sand in wind
Tiny planes, walls with hieroglyphics,

It also gave you space to thrive
I'm sure you were the golden child
And you gave your all, never waste a night
***** of fire burns your life.
 Sep 2022 Healer
My Dear Poet
When you’re pulled down
You have a better view of the sky

When you’re shut out
You have a better chance at freedom

When you’re knocked off
You gain a better sense of balance

When you’re let go
You have a better taste of release
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