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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
Karma Oct 9
Luck of the draw,
Lucked out from flaws,
Lucky is the breaking mirror.

How unfortunate for the Clover
Whose wind had brought her nearer

To the black cat,
The camp of bats,
The magpie who points destination
To a rainbow through a latter
While chirping present ticks in fascination.

How unfortunate for the Clover
Whose vision couldn’t be clearer.

She saw the birds fly west, then east;
She saw the trail the ****** left
On its rampant quest to feast
On flesh, on glass, on salt, on past
Memories of serendipity
And the seven years of misery
The mirror lost, all at the cost
Of pondering his love.

Its ink would run, and pages dry,
Its eyes would trace a butterfly
Of clouds of clay and molded slates
And the most impressive of junior art.
But it all mattered not,
For despite where was the start-

The broken reflection
Only showed a tattered angel.. with four wings-
How lucky to find a Clover here-
To have been seen by a Clover here-
To have been seen.
M Solav Mar 2022
Day number seven:
Still looking for
Easy gratifications;
These words came to mind
Spontaneously;
I wrote them down.
Am I to elaborate
On what I am yet to know?
Written on January 23th, 2022.


— Copyright © M. Solav —
This work may not be used in entirety or in part without the prior approval of its author. Please contact marsolav@outlook.com for usage requests. Thank you.
SelinaSharday Aug 2021
Don't take a girls pearls
Then crush them under your feet before the world.
Don't  get her secrets.
And leave her with regurgitated regrets.
A fool disguised as supreme.
Is a horrid being.
Desiring to verbally abuse and emotionally curse a woman.
Don't look good on your walls hall of fame.
Don't tell a woman she's the victim of mental abuse
When you turn around to destroy her for your use.
You claim the rank as a romantic. Turns out your only a writing lunatic.
Ahh we woman are what makes ya tick..
Why toss out beautiful portraits that seems to fit.
Women beware he will turn around and destroy a face of perfect.
In a schemed dairy of exaggerations during
his verbal adjudications thrown fits.
Oh shh I won't tell of persons staled
marital woes of 100 years in unfinished separated fools bizness.
Fix that spilled spoiled milk real quick.
It's gotten too thick.
Keep spinning those wounded male ego's of lies.
Be proud the Queen of unbothered sent her tid bit of replies.
Your words are to be splattered as flies filled with nasty disgusting lies.
Achoo the paper you used is to be sneezed on like tissues
achoo laugh out loud LOL guess there's no maturity.
Hey Q  U will be back fa meh HORRIDLY.
I'm seeing forgery attempts for a real man.  
Seen verbally abusing the female congregation.
Then trying to romance us women without hesitation.
No wonder you're in your situation.
If you want to address everything I say.
Let me ship a box of lipsticks your way.
We can have a good old girl fight any day.
Hope yah can tell, I'm not tryna slay ya too well.
Mwen dezole---"I'm sorry"!
Should I say less, say less, say less or close the Door.
I could say mo say more!
Nah I'm going to close this blocked yo a** door.
You are not what I come here for.
No need to be salty wave a white flag and retreat have some seats.
Don't worry grand Rose Oh I see you. You see me too.
Now peace on from this Queen's inner beauty outward shine,
Don't try stealing mine.
#@Done...I just had sum fun.!! Bye now stop fussing son.!!
&@Stayed.Shardayed.Darling!! s.a.m 2021
Say..Mr. ahh Your delivery shows yah misery.. Hah again I'm ya rused mused.. ya should pay me, @how yah poetry comes fa me.. how silly you be. lol
Àŧùl Mar 2021
[March 9 2021, 23:04] Atul Kaushal: https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/
[March 9 2021, 23:50] Chrystel Venema: I just read the whole saga and it left me speechless.. Just wow, really deep and well-written🙏

Thanks to readers like Chrystel Venema, I have found a reason to respect myself.
I really respect myself for writing
“The ‘Angel?’ Saga”
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/
I want to go back to Cancun
with my feet gliding
across the cool white sand
and the salty ocean water
cleaning my wounds and shoving itself
down my throat

When it was pouring at 4 am
and we stood in the hut
watching the turtles lay their eggs
as the gods cried in pain

I want to be that young and carefree
when I wouldn't notice my weight
the number of friends I had
and my whole life wouldn't rest on one letter
Nowadays, I'm a numb kind of happy
Laiba Nov 2020
Silenced
Ashamed
Why do i have to be this why
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