Rachna Beegun

Rachna Beegun Nov 2016

I just have a happy personality with a sad soul in one body. It feels really weird sometimes.

#happy #me

Nov 2016

Zoe Sue

I can't be your first love
The one who's name waits on your tongue
To lash out and remind me
I am small within her shadow

I can't be your first love
With mocha skin
Red wine dripped lips
And the touch that may still creep into your dreams

I can't be the first love
You waited months to kiss
In a firework glow
(I wanted you more, God only knows)

I can't be the first love
Who captured you
With artemis' grace
And her goddess confidence
(Rather, I'm the stumbling deer in your headlights)

I can't be the one
Who coiled around you
Demanded princess treatments
No, I never fit right on a pedestal

I can't be her
Though I've wished I could
When the way you say her name
Holds more than just nostalgia

Now I know she's got the front row seats
Serial effect on her side
But don't put me in the nosebleeds
Cause the previews always come
Before the main event
Yes, I can't be your first love
But I'd love to be second

Nov 2016

Àŧùl

She Had Come Like A Cool Breeze

She had come like a cool breeze,
But left me longing with such ease.
She held a secret inside her heart,
But left me wondering about herself.

She was gorgeous per se with unfaithful eyes,
Unfaithful eyes.
She was gorgeous per se with unfaithful eyes,
Left saving her fringes from my probing eyes.
She had come like a cool breeze,
But left me longing with such ease.

At least tell me this much for my heartbeats,
Heartbeats.
At least tell me this much for my heartbeats,
Who she was that left after a demo of her love.
She had come like a cool breeze,
But left me longing with such ease.

A retro Bollywood song sung by the greatest Indian Rafi Sahab inspired this poem.

HP Poem #1243
©Atul Kaushal

#poem #had #*** #she #like #breeze #come #cool #ghazal

Nov 2016

Àŧùl

I **** You!

And when I do you will fall lower,
Lower than where you already were.

You will get strange sorts of fever,
Will blight you a higher temperature.

Be ****** you will for torturing me,
And you won't die but live to see me rise.

You isolated me from the world over,
Even my parents thought I was wrong.

But now they understand how I was wrong,
Because I was wrong in choosing you as my friend.

With a high dengue fever you already have been down,
Now with another fear away you will just be blown.

If I suffer because of you then rest assured,
Because you will not either be spared.

Time calls you to mend your ways soon,
Or nobody will know why you get a swoon.

For a person in my batch at my M.Tech college NDRI who just cut me off from the entire class by petty pointless politics.

HP Poem #1244
©Atul Kaushal

#hell #boy #i #you #to #**** #spare #proceed #jaat