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As it is Aug 2015
Fog.

An obscure mist, blocking the view.
What will become of me, him, her, you?

Opaque and unsettling the future has become.

Curiosity peaks and settles happily under thumb.

While I insist on crushing its bones and pressing its blood.

I know only one thing is sure amidst this vague tedium...

Whatever comes to pass or why...

I will embrace it, chest to chest, eye to eye.

I will make love to it, heart to heart, thigh to thigh.

I will remember it.

Should misfortune befall me.

I will smile.

Fearing not long periods of turmoil.

If anything, misery makes me shine brighter.

It encourages me to laugh.

Fate is fate.

Why fight her?
Andrew Aug 2017
And so man had been where few were
And I, a tiny stump of nature once heard
Shall say little as the boy and girl of today say
Hey not a thought means more in a horse hay
And so it were fools scarce and beams a plenty
Not a tidal of hope for those who've a plenty.
And so it were, I was born a man in few or many
Zara rain Jul 2017
I haven't really eaten in days,
but I've tasted manna from heaven.
Dancing under overcast stars,
drinking the essence of oblivion.
I haven't really tried to be sensible,
or act the reasonable way of society.
But people don't seem to care anyway.
They hunger for a smile, a touch that transfer only...
Simplicity
Unregarded affection
Payless affinity.
And so,
I live
Still roaming the treasures of life,
spending the few grains of hope
left inside me.
To find residues of love
that I might steal
From you
and you...

Hapless people
you are but one brief moment away
from swallowing the answer
of love.
Panzar maiden in full armor
Paul Jones Jul 2017
As I was looking     at cells, I saw stars,
as if my parts were     a whole universe.
23:15 - 19/07/17

State of mind: awe; deep-thought; curious.
Perspective: universal; philosophical.

Thoughts: from conversations - about microcosms and macrocosms. About the uncanny similarities of the small and large of natural phenomena.

Questions: Why can all the cells in the body get along with their differences but humans are incapable of this? If we fear what we do not understand, does that mean love is the path to understanding?
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Don't wait for her, oh heart.
Let her be gone.
She was like an Air India flight & you're on her no-fly list like Ravindra Gaikwad!
Indian politician from Maharashtra by the name of Ravindra Gaikwad misbehaved with a flight crew member and slapped him just to flaunt his power. He was blacklisted by the Indian Aviation Industry and he can no longer fly to any destinations.

Thanks for the inspiration for this write, Kalpana Arora ji.

A funny poem.

My HP Poem #1601
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
O daddy,
Why are you so Maleficent?
O daddy,
For our health you are Maleficent!

O daddy,
Why so much discipline?
Are we not your children?
O daddy,
Why such strictness?
Why such madness?

O daddy,
Why should now we do it?
O daddy,
Remember that you failed too!

O daddy,
Stop imposing your dreams on us!
Stop being strict with youngsters!
O daddy,
Such mirth we do never deserve!
Such unworthy treatment, why!
Not about my dad though.
Some Indian parents do it.

My HP Poem #1569
©Atul Kaushal
Samar Almont May 2017
I’ve spent minutes and hours of time
Avoiding home
Avoiding blame
Avoiding what brought them shame

I’ve spent days and nights listening to talks of what is and what is not right

I’ve spent years figuring out
What I am
And what I should
And shouldn't be like

I've spent a lifetime understanding the path I see
And if I am able to see what i see
I was blind you see
I couldn't see I was blind
That there was something to see
It was me

And now on this road I walk
With a clear view of what’s underneath

I never want to go blind again
I am determined
Stubborn

But this time with eyes
So let me be
Don't blind me
Àŧùl May 2017
My true love will meet me on the Judgement Day,
My celestially divine love is only insulted today,
And today, love will be full of resentment in your street.
My eyes are dark with sorrow today,
Tomorrow your own heart will be upset.

I used to come to your street to sing the songs of love,
But you were indifferent one day, oh my young dove.
Once again I am here in your street, to repeat like a mad man,
Today this savagery of yours will be eradicated,
Because today, love will be full of resentment in your street.

May you breathe deeply, in love with someone,
And may he always be indifferent to your love.
As you have framed the misgivings on me, don't you dare forget that,
Even you will not be blessed with love ever.
My HP Poem #1530
©Atul Kaushal
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