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 May 2014
Andrew Durst
I watched my father kneel down on one knee over his parent's graves today.
      The stillness of the air
     was far greater than the few little
words that could have been spoken.
After a moment, he rose with a sigh,
wiping away several tears before
they could even leave his eyelashes.
     It was the first time I ever realized,
that one day,
  I too would be kneeling
over my parents,
devastated and speechless,
      leaving generations behind me
      with nothing more than
                   a faint
                          sigh.
Been a while since I've cried, it was strange to me.
 May 2014
Àŧùl
We see a lot of dreams,
Of future life,
With opportunities rife,
In this land,
And in this birth itself...

Though we'll get married,
It isn't for the first time,
Either for you and for me,
But we still tie the knots,
Together we start it again..

Haven't we met previously too,
Hopefully you remember well,
We did meet in previous birth,
We had had made the promise,
You & me marry in every birth.
So we won't be married, we'll be remarried!
The true love stays immortal
My HP Poem #624
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2014
Àŧùl
After a period of twenty four months of staying impregnated is spent nourishing itself, the egg will finally hatch and out will emerge the Phoenix, the tears of whom will heal me and the gorgeous feathers of whom will give me relief from this moist hot weather which stays as if here from the beginning of time & for ever now on and just for me to enjoy its relieving warmth under this torrid sky.

The Phoenix inside must wait till these testing times are done with posing all the challenges in its incubation period so that its shell has gotten thinner and weaker.

All the desires, longings to meet my loving Phoenix mate which are unfulfilled a present will be made to stand these harsh tides of time and will have to be nurtured with love and, more primely, patience till the she finally hatches and finally meets its long-time match from the previous birth.
I believe that true love crosses the boundaries of life & death, so will ours each time we perish.

My HP Poem #615
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2014
Kevin Eli
Yellow painted walls. This place makes me smile.
As she sits there by night studying, her dress flows elegantly in the wind
That is blowing through the balcony door.

Polka dots in black and white, she bites her pencil tip.

She makes me smile.
 Apr 2014
Àŧùl
If I catch a deadly fever someday,
I want you to kiss me and,
Keep kissing me on and on,
Let it be as passionate to scare death away,
And let it keep away till we grow older,
Much older and rickety limbed,
To finally kiss each other while ******* life out of each other.

Kiss me till I die, I will reciprocate.
My HP Poem #613
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2014
GitacharYa VedaLa
Whatever happens
The parents will be watching
their children closely
 Apr 2014
Àŧùl
Killing heat as if from a hearth,
Rapidly getting onto my nerves,
Insipid sweat is dropping down,
Passionately onto your pink lips,
I** wish the romance is for lifelong.
Another poem for my darling love
My HP Poem #610
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2014
Àŧùl
He loves her,
She loves him too,
One day will come,
When they marry,
Have two kids,
Bring them up,
See their children getting married to their respective partners,
Hear and see their grandchildren's sweet cackles,
And then He & She both die together,
Peacefully.
My HP Poem #609
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2014
Àŧùl
Tell you about how I miss you,
All the time I want to kiss you!

But I seriously control myself,
I keep myself busy somehow!

Study academic stuff so often,
Poems each day I write for us!

Even you write poems for me,
But you must study ten times!

Because even you know how,
How important it is to study!!
For a brighter tomorrow,
For dreams to come true.

So please do not mind studies,
Personal experience speaking.

My HP Poem #545
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2014
Àŧùl
Yes I am as human as you my friend,
Emotionally I'm weaker than others,
I commit my share of mistakes daily,
Errors both minor, or, major I make,
Yes I am afraid of imperfections too.

I made this brain of mine a student,
I've learned lessons from the errors,
But I don't just interpret my lessons.

I forward to you, o love, useful tips,
You just have to keep them in mind,
So we get a stronger hold in future.
Don't be afraid to do it wrong, but look out that you don't happen to repeat the same mistakes too often. So I'd call mistakes as teachings for as long as possible but it's not too good to go through the same teaching again & again, so don't repeat your mistakes in general.

My HP Poem #596
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2014
Àŧùl
When I feel tired in life,
Come sit with me dear,
Hold my hand in yours,
Swing your other arm,
Around my waistline, and,
Tickle me hard to shrieks.

Right when I need you to,
I relax myself in your lap,
I'll blow in your hair,
You will let me do it,
Slowly & close to ear,
Holding you closest.
My HP Poem #601
©Atul Kaushal
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