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 Sep 14
Àŧùl
And as the Aaryavarta planet gave away.
The Řṣ̌ìjànáh, who were their scientists,
They made the spaceship or Vyómàyánà,
And all the remaining beings hopped on.
Fighting against the agents of Kàlìyùgàm,
Pràbháṣ̌gùpŧà and Vìbháṣ̌gùpŧà the twins,
The energy source was the vibrations of Om.

The Vyómàyánà took off into the oblivion.
This poem is about my novel Aaryavarta.

The Aaryavarta or Áryàvàrŧà Trilogy has three sequels.

My HP Poem #1983
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2021
seethroughme
ember waits
on the ice cold ground
no living flame
to bring light and sound

ember waits
for the dawn wind to come
to feed breath and tinder
so she may leap and run
 Mar 2018
Yata bionaka
I wish I had never told you
how your absence made me sad
how your praises felt untrue
or how your night calls make me glad

I wish I kept it secret
the agony in my head
the explosions in my bleeding heart
the wounds that took your place

I wish you never knew
and were happy as you thought
absent from you memory
and your life's exciting plot

my hands outstretched i try to reach
for your seeking fingers calling
and bring you back to this beaming beach
and save you from the drowning

You've given me much cause to be
glad to become a part of your storm
to sit in the tree of your wishes and see
how feelings worm through our cosmic form

but now my despair born from the fear
that you will leave and I will live
I cage my rage but it fights to tear
out of my heart and consume my belief,
I don't deserve your tears
 Nov 2017
Àŧùl
Right when it was the end of the road for me I thought,
I saw some light at the end of the tunnel so very dark,
Casually being nice and so friendly to a fellow poet.
Hugging my soul so tight in this love-decorated ark,
Enriched I am by your presence in my life,
Need you I do as my compatible loving wife,
Eternally grateful to you I will be even in my afterlife.
Dear, dear Princess bear Pooh, I will always love you.

By that Creator I swear to be with you forever,
Your days will see healthy sunrises with me.

My forever lover you are going to be,
Your eternal lover I will forever be.

Love you I do like our Creator loves us all,
Only careful I am being so I am not so fast,
Vents of oxygen that you have unclogged,
Early days of our relationship will forever last.

A surprising ray of hope you were initially,
Nicknamed you as my dear Baby Pooh Bear,
Did you ever think that you will get your Angel back?

Casually you kiss my cheeks & I kiss your forehead,
And we kiss each other on the lips too,
Righteously I care for your comfort & health,
Enhanced with your love is all my wealth.
You are a super woman, my Love,
And you are
Richened by my love and care.
Another one of my secondary acrostic poems.
My HP Poem #1675
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2017
Mara W Kayh
As late summer
is pregnant with promise of change,
so I shed illusions
to meet your gaze
once again,
in the purer light of fall.
A new piece of writing, after a long hiatus due to busy-ness on the farm.... harvesting garlic.  Appropriate for the fall equinox yesterday as I left canada for LA to see my family..
 Sep 2017
Abbi
Honestly, I think I just want ***.
So please ignore my texts.
I don’t miss you, I miss the way you feel.
I don’t miss your smile, I just miss it having me as a meal.
I miss the primal nature in which we rolled around, the heat radiating off our bodies, not the memories we never found.
Honestly, I think I just want ***.
So please just ignore my texts,
I don’t miss you, I miss the way you feel,
I miss your hands all over me, not when we’d hold them together casually.
I don’t miss you, I just want ***.
So please don’t ignore my texts,
Come over and please me,
Don’t stick around in bed, just pull up your pants and leave.
I don’t miss you, I just want ***.
ONE OF MY STUDENT'S CONFESSION

She told me she had been *****,
She had been ***** by her father,
A Man who brought her with his seed into this world,
Now using that same seed to defile his own living seed

She had been ***** by her own father
She had been ***** by her Father
 Jul 2017
Thisis A Pseudonym
There once was a man from Calcutta
he spat game like no other,
women would sleek and swoon
take him to their room
this list includes your mother.
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