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Who is this poet?

Is he faithful to his poetry
as good as pretends to be
or his heart is ever on the darkside
nowhere near of what he writes.

Who is this poet?

Is his hat real or fake
he’s weak and easily breaks
he aims only to teach
never follows all that he preach.

Who is this poet?

Is he really that sweet
joyous and good as his wit
does he expose truly his heart
or the real he hides behind his art.

Who is this poet?

Does he have in him
all his painted dream
the lover’s happiness
he does profess.

Who is this poet?

Is at heart he's that pure
what with words he conjures
or all them are just his arty wile
he's merely spinning tales in style.
the lens turned to self.
Poetic whispers
Reverberate
Across the
Corridors of
The poetic
Hallway
Pillars of
Words
Strengthened
By the
Poetic touch
Carved out
And chiseled
With intricate
Details
Only who roams
These hallowed  
Hallways
Are cognizant
Of now and
Beyond
And don’t
Demarcate
Between reality and
(un)reality
Words from
The eternal
Fountain
Makes for a
Beautiful landscape
Around the
Beautiful monument
Built by, Poets
Everything is
Sacrosanct
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
I can't write...
     I have a stash of twenty drafts, bearing a couple of lines each
I can't crack...
     Every draft seem to have developed a shell I can't breach
I can't gather...
     My thoughts so I could nurture these drafts to fruition
I can't think...
     The clatter in my head meant only to deafen
I can't fathom...
     What went right from what had gone completely awry
I can't find...
     Much needed sanity to let soar and fly
I can't cry...
     The tears I've beckoned for so very badly
I can't scream...
     Only muffled gurgles of notions drowned at sea
I can't see...
     The bigger picture...that consumed us both
I can't hear...
     Except for the dreaded voice of reason that I loathe
I can't piece...
     Together one decent little write

I can't breathe...
     I can't breathe...*I'm losing this fight
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
Àŧùl
Lying on that beach,
Under the calmer Sun,
Hands sifting in sand...

Touching your fingers,
Feeling so alive today,
Holding your hand...
A vision from the future.

My HP Poem #764
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
Àŧùl
Statement:
I love her.

Truth:
I do love her but seek to change her, my love is untrue.

She's still a child at heart,
Unwilling to command it,
Wish I could be the same...

I would not say words,
To hurt her many times,
Wish I could be the same..

I take pity at her bad habits,
Forgetting once I was her age,
Wish I could be the same again.

But I know she'll grow up,
She'll meet her real match,
Someone as young as her.

It will not someone be surly as me,
Her match will surely be healthy,
Contrary to me he will be young..

I must live with myself,
I am not made for her,
I am made for none...
But does she not want to change me too?

My HP Poem #763
©Atul Kaushal
Dear God,
                  I want to be the Sole-Mate of my Soul-Mate.
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
Àŧùl
It's not just about me,
It's entirely about me.

AKS's Collection it is,
Atul Kaushal Sharma's Collection.

Nobody knew it is so,
And nobody could ever even tell.

Not a secret anymore,
To the world, it's an open invitation.
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
Àŧùl
Love
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
Àŧùl
Love is the desire to do something for someone,
It's not about getting something in return.

Love is the feeling of making someone feel so special,
It's not about getting to feel the same as a reward.

Love is the feeling of exclusivity for the lucky one,
It's not about expecting the same from them.

True love is so,
I now realize it.

Forgive me each morning if I react to you,
And avoid repeating the same words daily.
Yes I really feel hurt by you sending me messages early in the morning that you will keep me as an option in your life and you really need to stop saying those words again and again.

Please learn softness in your interactions with me. There is no need to send such messages every morning/midnight like you are not sure about me, Kripi. It hurts a lot.

An open request, please avoid messaging me if you have not slept properly.

I will keep loving you, but there are no strings attached for you and so you don't bear any responsibility.

Just deal with your career right now and please don't message me in the midnight or early morning if you haven't slept appropriately.

I know that you are so confident right now about yourself being right, but later on you will repent taking such a negative decision in hotchpotch.

I love you, Kripi, and I don't want you to feel bad tomorrow in future due to your hotchpotch decisions today in the present.

Take your time wordlessly to settle in your professional life.

And of course you are free to go with a better prospective life partner.

My HP Poem #761
©Atul Kaushal
Soft rays of the morning light
Are in a playful mood
Playing hide n seek
Between the leaves
Seeing my window ajar
They plan to invade my world
Radiance permeates the air
My heart leaps with joy
Mind wanders across the sky
Unleashed from any prejudices
Makes the day worthwhile
As they swathe my soul with gratitude
Morning light, harbinger of hope
Sun, the talisman
Bringing all the happiness together
A new day and new beginning
Beauty, that’s eternal
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
PrttyBrd
I'm in love
With
The ghost
Of who you were
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