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 Dec 2016 Masked Voice
Ramin Ara
A  song of  hope
It can raise
Our life
 Dec 2016 Masked Voice
Àŧùl
He was made Dust bin Laden finally!
HP Poem #1338
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2016 Masked Voice
Ramin Ara
Beauty is
In the eyes
Of each drop
Of dew
 Dec 2016 Masked Voice
Àŧùl
Today is my birthday like I said earlier,
I am 1990 years younger than your Jesus,
But 2 days older than being as young.

Today I have people wishing me everywhere,
I am 99.9% satiated today as I write this,
But 'morrow I will be 100% content as I move on.

This will, of course, be for the permanence,
As she bears neither love nor penance,
But she only kept insulting my existence.

She does not deserve any true lover.
She first ruined my birthday in 2014 by double-crossing me for another more handsome-but-awfully wicked boy who just wanted to share a bed with her on the 3rd of December only 20 days prior to my birthday.

However, she realised her mistake soon afterwards and came back on March 24th in 2015.

Then finally she ruined my birthday in 2015 by ditching me again on 13th December just 10 days prior to my birthday.

HP Poem #1339
©Atul Kaushal
time is
the space in which we grow
   without awareness
   in our early years
structured by meals
   arrivals and departures
   light and dark
   hot and cold
   school   studies  play  adventures
   celebrations
and by waiting
   anxiously or not
for things to happen

time is
that feeling
that we may not have enough of it
in our later years
busy with jobs and family and travel
covering long distances in order to
achieve and educate and care

time is
what starts to rush by us
with increasing speed
in our final years
making us wonder
what it really means

that space
by which we measure
our lives
   our universes
      our worlds

time is
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