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It is you, whom I will choose,
If I only had one;
For you, I’ll find no excuse,
You are my light, my sun;
For you, my heart continues to beat
In my heart, you perfectly fit.*

For it is a fact,
Tact we need to progress
And far we are heading together
For it is true,
Love is the gear of our future.
Another collab with Kirui Frank Junior :)

In italics: blythe
In default: Kirui
Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
Limit your intake
To save yourself from any future ache.

Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
Eating more sweets
Make you prone to diabetes.

Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
Chocolates and cakes
Could cause toothaches.

Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
A hug and a kiss
When gone, you would badly miss.

Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
When your lover left you
Heartaches will torment you.

Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
It has been your sanity
When gone, you'd go crazy.

Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
Have a limited intake
And you will not have any future ache.
A poem I have written because of my toothache from eating too much sweets.
Hope you enjoy reading! ;)
Immaculate moments of Mystery,
be my thoughts for me as
I stay motionless in
your Magnificence,
Invisible in your Absence

Please guide my hands
to soothe and to heal,
my heart to know and to feel
with great Capacity
for the Totality in
the Essence of your Presence.

May I live with purposeful intent
beyond the confines of the self
to grasp with great intensity
the gravity of Eternal Love,
binding order in the Chaos,
Cohesion of the One....
Omnipresent Mind....
Incomprehensible Thought,
into You I swear to forever seek,
until Dual is undone and
the Heart shall rejoin,
before the beginning and
back to the One.*

Ishq Noor ~
Namaste.
Oh beloved princess,
I'm just a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank I have.


You are daughter of the king,
I lack any maids or servants,
You are protected by shawls,
I lack even a blanket or rug..

Get married to a moneylender,
Marry a lucky man...

I have pieces of purity,
But I'm just a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank I have.


You live in the palaces,
I roam the wilderness,
You are not used to it,
I am used to roaming.

Get married to a rich man,
Marry a lucky man.

I just have purity in me,
Yes, I'm a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank is all I have.


I carry on my austerity in incense,
I drink a slurry of cinders,
I tame hundreds of snakes on my neck,
I will scare you off my saturnalia.

You need a man with wavy hair,
A man with wavy hair.

My hair is dishevelled,
I am a commoner,
And I drink cannabis,
All I have is a lime & shank.
Translation of a Haryanvi folk hymn.

According to folklore, Lord Shiva tells this to his future wife Sati who was a princess that wanted to get married to Shiva.

She has things her own way in the end and marries the God.

In the story, Sati enters the fire when Shiva drinks the venom after Samundra Manthan - a tussle for the Nectar and thus sparing Shiva his life.

Sati was reborn as Parvati who in turn is a manifestation of Shakti - the energy.

Such are mythical love stories.

My HP Poem #781
©Atul Kaushal
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