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 Sep 1
Àŧùl
🖤❤️🤎🧡🤍🩶🖤
Always hoping for the good,
Rarely depressed, but now
Elated only by Tom & Jerry.

Had my life been a little less lonely,
Indeed I wouldn't be depressed,
Dead sure my heart wouldn't be sad,
Dreading the gaping hollowness,
Everyday I wakeup hoping for validation,
Not ready for more blind criticism.

The fiancée was jealous of my success,
How not I wanted, she was exactly that,
Expecting her to read my poems & novels.

Yet she wasn't interested in any of my arts,
Especially she disliked my songs,
Loving me she wasn't capable of,
Lonely & unwanted I felt,
Of me she thought to be vain,
What she didn't know I felt,
Someone she didn't respect.

Ambitions she had extreme,
Not ready to put her Karma,
Didn't I want just love from her.

Respect my wars she did not,
Even my victories,
Didn't impress her,
So, I called off the marriage.
My HP Poem #1979
©Atul Kaushal
 Oct 2020
Àŧùl
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My past is so blotted & blotched,
Yet, I am living this moment.

Painful or not, it'd hardly matter,
Any luck with life, I miss daily,
I miss all my possibilities,
None have I achieved,
To time I put my ode,
Ever so desperately,
Dying will be easier.

Perhaps, I'd wait until my parents,
And then I shall embrace her,
Saying, “Sorry, I kept you longing,”
This time there is no guardian angel.
β
My HP Poem #1889
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2019
Àŧùl
OXOXOXO
Dear life, you know what's your ultimate truth,
End you do one fine day - often in pain.
A real fountain I wish there existed of youth,
Treat my senescence it would and I shall be young again,
Happiness and togetherness are all I seek to gain.
My HP Poem #1819
©Atul Kaushal
 Oct 2019
Àŧùl

If beauty is to be a person, it is you.

Looking at you I feel so young,
Over to my lost years I'm taken,
Visit I do my teenage fantasies,
End the ones never would.

Yes, I float in love with you,
Of ethereal foam is my heart,
Up in the cloud nine, you're mine.
My HP Poem #1775
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2018
Kathryn Heim
D  are to write

A  rtful expressions, emotional insight

I  mages of identity

L  ost in time's memory

Y  earning through chaos and beauty.
 Mar 2018
Grey mirror
You are Art,
Moulded with grace
From mud and clay,
Nourished with an
unfathomable mind,
A creation so divine.
Indeed, created to create.
Now, O Lord, You are our Father, we are the clay, and You our potter, and all of us are the works of Your hands. Isaiah 64:8
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