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  22m Immortality
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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
Snow blankets the earth,
Shivers of frost kiss the air,
Calmness wraps the soul.
Winter reminds me of the beauty found in silence, like Elsa maybe....However, I still can't enjoy it fully because my fingers swell during this season..... :(
I find a reflection,
not of who I am,
but who I am
when I am with you.

Who am I?
I do not know
until I see myself
in the mirror
of your eyes.
Sometimes, the best version of ourselves is revealed in the eyes of another, reflecting both who we are and who we could become.
For me, it’s my family. For you, it may be someone else.
What we all share in common is the "soul connection" with these people.... the ones we never want to lose.
No distance,
no time,
only this moment,
you and I,
as if the god above,
has listened to my heart's love.
Life is a series of moments.
One moment happy, the next sad. But when two hearts meet as one, nothing else matters.......
Even though I try to be the best sister and daughter,
I feel like I fail.
Even though I say I hate you both,
I don’t.
Even though I say I don’t care,
I can’t stand to see you in pain.
Even though I may not always mean my words,
I mean it with all my heart.
Sometimes, we try our best but still fail.
Don't worry...
Take a deep breath—it's all okay. <3

— The End —