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Àŧùl Oct 28
Your friends readied the kids,
In the boys hostel mess.
The day happier than ever,
I felt proud of myself.

Then I took your hand,
And guided you inside.
You were totally unprepared,
But we had trained the kids.

The canteen was filled with us,
The volunteers and the kids.
The onlookers joined the chorus,
In the Happy Birthday words.

Do you remember what the kids sang?
Why won't you, Satyaa, why won't you?
You might remember me, oh dear,
You were my old flame, and I was for you.

I said, "Here you go, dear,
This surprise we prepared,
Just for you, oh, just for you."
And your eyes teemed with tears.

You looked at me in gratitude,
But I was truthful as I told you,
"Your girl friends surprised you,
I just brought the cake, dear."

"Sakshi suggested this surprise,
Your girl friends prepared the kids,
Enjoy your birthday, Satyaa, enjoy it,"
You were speechless, completely in love.
A poem inspired by my novel 7 Seconds: Bhaarat Against Terror.
A novel inspired metaphorically by my own life.

My HP Poem #2014
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 5
At 19 years of age,
I composed it,
Remember.

For dear life I did,
Even so for her,
Remember.

"Tu Aaye Ya Na,
Main Jiyunga, Haan,
Main Jiyunga..."
My HP Poem #1981
©Atul Kaushal
It was two thousand and ten
A minute ago
And now the year
of the deadly virus
ten years hence

Like a dream -

A decade passes
Like waves crashing on
The shore

And I hibernate in
The visions of yesteryear
Picking out my psychic
Territory

A hermit?
Oh! No!
A Saint in hiding
Àŧùl Jul 2019
Tu aaye, Tu aaye,
You come, whether you come,
Ya na, main jiyunga.
Or do not, I shall survive.
Haan main jiyunga...
Yes I shall survive.

Chaahe kaisi ** doorie,
However long be the distance,
Na ** koi majboorie,
Just there be no compulsion.
Tu mujhse hi judi,
You are connected to me,
Main tujh mein hi samaaya.
Only I possess your heart.

Zindagi mein kya ** maza,
What fun in life is there,
Bin tere jo bitaunga,
If I spend it without you,
Wo jeena kya jeena,
Oh what fun is such a life,
Har pal ** jab sazaa...
When each moment is a torment...

Tu aaye, Tu aaja,
You come, you should come,
Tu aaye, Ab tu aaja,
You come, now you should come,
Phir main jiyunga,
Then I shall blossom,
Haan main jiyunga,
Yes I shall blossom.
Main phir jiyunga,
I shall live again,
Haan main...Jiyungaaaaa...**
Yes, I shall thrive...
https://youtu.be/QMPoATQzoVg

This is the last song I composed before my rebirth after that gravely serious accident. But the song in itself was the tombstone of my first relationship. I composed the song in high sorrow and with all the anger I could manage to veil my tears. A song to disport myself from my first-ever break-up I would term that.

I cursed her as badly as I could and at the same time I said the words that I could say earlier to avoid the break-up. Its basic theme meaning is depicted in the opening line meaning 'Whether you come or don't, I'm gonna live.'

But the lyrics can be misleading as this song is made not only to give vent to the ire my first girlfriend invited but also it hopes that some ideal girl of my dreams (only imaginary) would come and love me in a way which I desire to be loved.

Everybody needs love.
True.
I'm currently happy with the love and care I get from my parents.
Though their care creeps to my nerves at times, they prove to be right most at of the instances.

So, I need my lover to love me better.

My HP Poem #1748
©Atul Kaushal
Elizabeth Brown Dec 2018
The way to insanity is through perpetual pleas for pain.
Only after
years
of hoping that- one day- my mind would die,
have I finally found bliss within pain.
I cannot be alone in this,
of that I'm certain.

I have seen suffering,
have lived through pain,
and I remain.
If I can do it, so can you.
Elizabeth Brown Dec 2018
I sit, alone, through the days and nights, accompanied only by
the beating of my heart; that
r h y t h m
which is the only consistency we have to cherish.
The routines we build for ourselves breed change.
Nothing is steadfast.

As humans, we were made to falter.
We wish and fight and dream,
yet fall short of our own expectations.
What Great Being decided it was a good idea to grant the human race
Autonomy?
Elizabeth Brown Dec 2018
Look how far we've come.
Look closer and see how we've fallen.
Now look once more... and see what we've become.

We are the beasts that will **** this world;
the creators of our own demise.

The human race has driven itself

so
far
into the
depths

that they have lost the path to redemption.
Graff1980 Feb 2017
I made a monster from flesh and bone
A real live horror harder then stone
I made a beast you would not believe
With the strength and cunning to deceive
A shadow of a man fading away
Bound to be a vampire who burns in the day
Dr. Frankenstien could not compare
To the genius of my own despair
I made a monster and though it is hard to see
I am far more monstrous then creation could be
Prabhu Iyer Jan 2016
December 2005; January

2006, Summer that year.

           2008 round the middle - no not the crash.

          2009, yes the muddle.

Tell me about how May 2010

was axed by December 2010.

Palm, palm, date palm, ash cloud.

February, April, August 2011 and
that dreaded December.

last grasp of the kite string,

off goes the dreamed of high
far far away the anchor moorings

when transmission stopped, all white
noise since then, empty

prattle chatter of the key board,

two millennia and counting thirteen, fourteen,
fifteen, march, October, March!

January 2016. A new landing.
It's the kite-flying festival of Sankranti here. Of course this poem has deeper layers..!
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