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From the window the August rain
stirs a crave to be once with her
stings the heart with an abstract pain
she is home and home isn’t far!

August rain brings me her face
makes me alone in the crowd
I forget all work my mind is a mess
want to reach her riding the cloud!

She would be lonely if it pours all day
her tears would be streams of rain
crying in the thought I have drifted away
she may not ever see me again!

August rain brings me her face
her address though isn't too far
I’m imprisoned in the workplace
dreaming a cloud ride to her!
 Aug 2014
Meg B
I love the way it feels
To be barefooted
In the park,
The normally unexposed
Flesh of my feet
Brushing the blades of
Slightly browned grass
And dirt.

I hear the chirping
Of insect correspondence,
Croaking like frogs
In loud crescendos.
The lush green leaves
On the trees with fat wooden trunks,
They glow yellow under the
Fluorescent night lamps.
The leaves crinkle and crackle,
Shimmy in the wind,
Creating a summer staccato
Against the sounds
Emerging from those
Ever-chattering crickets.

A light breeze kisses my skin,
Twisting itself around
The darkness,
Morphing into a double helix,
DNA of the
breath
Of
Fresh air,
The summer
Heat
Briefly catching
A
Cold.
 Aug 2014
Babu kandula
When the whole world
Wake up you can hear the sound
But when the whole world
Had a sleep
You can feel the sound
Sound of the crickets
Sound from leaves
Sound from little rabbit moving in the bush
Sound from the owl that has no sleep at the night
As we wake up
All nature's sweet sounds
Are compensated with our noises
But when we are silent then
Nature speaks
Listen to it
 Aug 2014
Maria
You have to leave
I have to accept
Go
Embark on this journey
But please
Don't ever forget



© maria.who

(Comment below please)
 Aug 2014
ln
Isn't it funny how
You **** your suicidal thoughts by talking someone out of suicide
You **** your sadness by telling someone it's not worth being sad
You **** your happiness by sacrificing it for people who don't appreciate it


Isn't it funny how
It's so easy for you to say " tomorrow will be a better day "
But tomorrow never comes

Isn't it funny how
It's so easy for you to say " good things happen to those who wait "
But you never know how long the wait is

Good things don't happen to those who wait,
Good things happen to those who are bold enough
To venture through the spirals
To seek their way through the holes
And emerge stronger than ever

Good things happen to those who are willing to try


and try



and try




and try


After being shot down,
*A million and one times.
 Aug 2014
Babu kandula
Poison* enters Slowly
Good leaves very Fast
The *affect
is Same
No matter what it's Pace

Poison kills us
Bad kills our behavior
So, keep hold of Good  and
*Get rid of Poison
A Thought on good and bad
just represented bad with poison
 Jul 2014
Shruti Atri
All good is lost,
And we pay the cost,
As we watch our country burn;

A shadow up ahead,
In the path we now tread,
A molester at every turn.

A haven for girls,
Kept decked up in pearls,
Now amused as they stand defamed;

What change came about?
How sick can a man turn out?
The law keeps the culprit unnamed!

Hurting another with such fallen grace;
Leaving her in pieces, feeling disgraced:
Soiling her form, her mind, her life;

It disgusts, hurts and saddens the soul,
A father, a brother, a friend played the role:
Shattering her dreams, her goals in a strife.

Tainted now in the darkest of shades:
Her life is lost, a future fades;
Faith is a myth, humanity a tale.


She's hardly alive, like the waking dead;
*And though she weeps on her poisioned bed,
She will live on bloodless and pale.
I wrote this more than a year back, on reading about a 5 year old **** victim.
I was pushed to frustration when I tried to Google through the News to read the whole report about the case...and found that on entering '5 year old' in Google search, the very first suggestible search read, '5 year old *****'.
It was really shocking...after all the progress in information and research and all this development in infrastructure and industry throughout all countries, have we returned to being barbarians on the moral front?!
Please know, that I acknowledge the fact that only the fairer *** is not exclusively a victim here, it's astounding to look at the number of cases where the roles are reversed...that just makes it all a whole lot sadder...
 Jul 2014
Àŧùl
She knows not that
She does not just entice
With her intoxicating eyes
But she also gets me hooked
Again & again, again & again
The whiskey in her eyes
Makes me trip over.
And I drown down her eyes.
My HP Poem #652
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2014
Rj
Girls are the emotionally hurt ones
They need a tough boy to come in a rescue them
Well let me tell you, boys aren't superheroes
They go home just like girls and cry too
They have emotional problems, and
Underneath the shell of testosterone and cologne
There is a soft underside, easily bruised
But girls think the need superman to save them
They want him to lift them off their feet as they
Fly away into the refuge of love
But the moment he reveals his emotional underside
Girls turn away, and scrutinize him
How dare HE say he has problems!
I AM the one needing saving! I'm the hurt one!
They turn him away like a side dish,
As they are the main course, with all the problems
Well stop being so vain and thinking you need saving
Because guys sometimes need superheroes too...
 Jun 2014
Àŧùl
Spring came full of rejuvenating hope to ward off the chilly winters,
It came replete with dreams of days much brighter,
It came to exfoliate & gently scrub away the old ones,
Yes it came to make way for the new flowers.

It stayed till the sun was high up there in the shy sky,
It stayed till the sun burnt holes in human pockets with bills of electricity,
It stayed till the sun was cursed for being out there with AC's to help the well to do,
Yes it stayed there till it was the merciless month of June.

Summer then took over in July by burning animal & human skins alike,
It even did not spare a patch of cool water in the naked-barren lands,
It made animals cry & people kneel down and call for help,
Yes their calls weren't left unanswered and soon it was the rainy monsoon.

Monsoon - the rainy season lashes upon the oven hot land in August's end,
It eases the hot temperatures and releases peafowls in mating,
It even threatens to drown the ill-prepared cities of India by flood-waters,
Yes Mumbai is just one example of how Indian people want the autumn to come.

Autumn - the reliever from torrid showers,
It is an exception in the Indian season cycle,
It is neither that torrid monsoon before it nor is it the hostile winters succeeding it,
Yes it is a short calm time just before the winter season extreme in the north.

Winter season as we've learnt to call it in schools,
It sends chills down the spines of Indian people all over,
It is harsh only in the north but the other people simply don't have tolerance or genes,
Yes I love the beautiful winter season so what if once it nearly took my life while on trekking.
A rough description of the five main seasons in Indian season cycle, spring season extended over its timespan.
My HP Poem #269
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2014
Àŧùl
I Saw Her In The Subway,
She Was Tall & Fair,
But Her Clothes Weren't.

I Saw Her Makeup Wearing Away Now,
She Had Her Clothes Damaged,
But She Was About To Say Some Words.

I Observed Her As She Stopped Her Sentence In The Midway,
She Recognized Me & I Recognized Her Too,
But I Walked On Without Being Dogged By My Past - The Angel Had Fallen.

I Discerned Over Going Back To Hold Her Hands Again,
She Needed To Be Helped By Someone Close,
But It Was Her Decision To Separate Our Ways - She Chose Disgrace.

I Agreed That Nobody Could Pull Her Out Now,
She Was Comfortable This Way Too,
But I Thought I Saw Her Eyes Glistening As She Passed With Another Customer.
Random Poem, Time Inspired
© Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2014
Àŧùl
She is a person who can win hearts,
Just with her beautiful watery eyes,
And with her purely innocent smile.

She has a shiny heart of 24 c.t. gold,
Akin to those beautiful watery eyes,
And her heart has a soft shiny glow.

She makes me feel proud of myself,
Not just relatives can rightly feel so,
And she loves me so it won't matter.
My HP Poem #620
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2014
Àŧùl
What could my heart do,
When I just fell for you,
With all the love I had.

Our union was long written,
My mind refuses to wake up,
Your voice put me in a trance.

Time put you in my destiny,
Unlucky no more I feel dear,
None is any luckier than me.

Romance is inborn they say,
I disagree with these claims,
We learn the romantic way.
My HP Poem #645
©Atul Kaushal
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