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 Dec 2015 Hilda
Àŧùl
I am okay with this brand new arrangement,
Distance from you was not what I ever meant,
But yes, I am okay being just friends with you,
That way I may stay a bit longer if just to linger.
My HP Poem #929
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Àŧùl
Used Up
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Àŧùl
I really need me for myself now,
Change I must very soon anyhow.

Enough of selflessness,
I need some selfishness.

New routes call me right now,
Routes to the chaos I must modify.

The routes to my ultimate targets,
Be aimed rather than maimed.

My ultimate targets should be clearer,
The family needs me more than anyone.

Soon I shall be attaining peace,
Pure, divine, singleton peace.
My HP Poem #930
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Àŧùl
The Tamil word for a lion is Puli,
This li comes out of your mouth,
When you flick your tongue inside.

With the roof of the mouth you do,
Then add an 'O' to it as a connector,
Finally end it with the lion's color.

The lion in question is grey in color,
So it becomes Puli O' Grey finally,
And it's a Kannada word for a food!

Puliyogare!
I have a magnificent genetic makeup.
My dad is an Aryan from North India.
My mom is a Dravidian from South India.

In Southern states like Karnataka and Tamil Nadu, a particular tamarind rice dish is made on special festive occasions.

It is called Puliyogare in Kannada (most ancient living language globally), and called Puliyodharai in Tamil (most spoken South Indian language).

My HP Poem #936
©Atul Kaushal
a deserted farm
near the bend in the river
good for blackberries
Haiku
A
Heart
Turned
To
Sapphire
Under
This
Worlds
Obsidian
Sky

RLB
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Babu kandula
no matter what, no one is ready to accept

they are wrong

*they know their fault instead they waste time in finding faults in others
Such a waste of time calculating their s*^t

Instead fix your own
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