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 Nov 12 Cyrus
Àŧùl
Khushi
 Nov 12 Cyrus
Àŧùl
What did your parents tell each other,
Why did they say that to one another,
When you were born to them in that weather?

Aapse mil kar Khushi hui!

Your name is Khushi,
And Khushi means happiness,
Your parents felt glad on meeting each other.

And I bet that they were happy when you were born.
A poem for someone called Khushi.

My HP Poem #2019
©Atul Kaushal
 Nov 12 Cyrus
Aishu
One Night
 Nov 12 Cyrus
Aishu
The power went off
The street was dark and quiet
One single star shines.
 Nov 6 Cyrus
Redroses
Tired
 Nov 6 Cyrus
Redroses
For one day
I just wanna lay down
And sleep all day
 Nov 3 Cyrus
Leila
A sound...
That I hid in me...
Sometimes I feel like I drowned...where every noise is my lover of times...
Sometimes it's like a burning flame...where every noise is my that burnt me to ashes...
Sometimes it's like a windy storm...where every noise carried me away like a rusted iron piece...
But darling only they stayed forever with me...and your fake promises too...
Noises I hid...
That makes the world go into a hush...
While your false promises make the lovers bound to my noises...
A little drowning...
A little burning...
A little storm...
                                     ~leila
I need a person who can tune my lyrics, if any as such jus lemme know in the message box

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