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Atul 2d
"What's her name?"
My benchmate asked me,
Just as the new girl entered,
With all her glowing ebony beauty.

I thought about something,
Ignored him and simply so,
Continuing my reading of the drama.

He prodded on like a nagging child,
"Tell me, Atul, what's her name?
Who's that **** girl?"

His whisper was loud enough now,
The girl heard it as she climbed,
Climbed higher on the back seats and how.

I glared at my benchmate,
In disappointment & disgust,
It was him who I had befriended.

'Him! I befriended him!! Out of them all!!!'
I thought about my vulnerability in the society,
But I did not react to him out of that anger.

I just said, "What's in a name?"
He raised his eyebrows and moaned, "Huh?"
I said with mirth, "Yes! Someone like you will get her renamed!"
6:30 PM
Half-an-hour slam poem I wrote in the Literary Club at my PhD college.
A tribute to Nirbhaya and women safety all around the globe.
7:00 PM

My HP Poem #1724
©Atul Kaushal
Avery Glows Oct 7
I only know
That if you failed to ascend
Into a position of power,
It could only be because of one reason and one reason alone—
Because you deliberately chose not to Assert yourself
Into the light,
And chaos.

To become a factor in the whirlwind,
A claw that stokes in the quicksand.
Struggling to live.
As something that mattered.
To become more than you.
October, 2018
Its' autumn,
time to let go
But please come back
with newness within us
With your love
May be not the same
But with more of bloom!

Let all the hatred, anger
fall off within winter
And you and I become anew!

And we bloom
during spring
With our love
with more passion
and rekindled
Within us
To be inseparable!

Let us be anew
With our love during all seasons!
Will be waiting for you.
Love evolves Everytime, it's not about giving up, it's about loving each other and being there for each other even when distance but still close enough. But also to grow and be anew always is also important.
Sehar Bajwa Sep 4
From -
“you’re a girl, you cant play.”

- To -

- Now -
“you play like a girl”

From orders to insults.
From bonds to bullying.

Did we ever really evolve?
musing over sexism on the basketball court.
Umi Sep 4
A life without changes, would be painless,
Carefree one would obtain eternal happiness but also boredom,
The bittersweetness of the changes in our lives, heartfelt emotions,
Pain, regret, sadness are what push us forward, make us who we are,
The change for the better or worse is for us to decide and take,
A world without change, would simply be stuck in the past while the future seems to be out of reach, too far away to ever grasp it,
A heart who doesn't change, is ignorant and cannot see truly anything without shaking in fear of the unknown, a fear to evolve,
So from now on I will not dwell in the past crying for the phantoms long gone, who have taken their chance and vanished into a better future with memories they made which can be held dear, close.
Let go of what chains you into the misery you felt when you lost it.
All suffering comes from being too attached to one thing.
So my old friend, the name you gave me, the warmth you gave me,
The smile you showed me, the emotions you invoke in me,
I will remember them well and hold them dear,
But you will not return, so I must let you go,
And the name you gave me

~ U̶m̶i̶
From now on I shall be named, Murasame...
though I do not know if I will adapt the change to my hello poetry page, to change all the poems I signed would take a long time after all
rob kistner Sep 4

he sees them
standing in a new light
with a collected wisdom
gathered from experience
which occured without his notice

he had only ever seen them
as his beloved children
who still held him as their hero
as he ever will be so

but those prior young he saw
had departed long ago
he did not see them go
he had not seen them grow

he saw only once abiding need
and early innocent dependence
a state he mistook for permanence

but now each has grown strong
a grounded individual
it's independent people they've become

he is now the one with needs
awkward in his dependence
as they too once - in a time before

now the father is the child
awkward donning this new mantle

how to embrace the challenges
presented by this change
now clouds his clear and stable mind

he feels set adrift
lacking voice to ask direction
or the courage to ask for help
help he certainly requires
help he certainly has earned

so all is silent and at odds
and pulling steadily apart

while all around
vital love goes unrequested
and sadly unbestowed

nothing about the process is familiar
essential humility is ill fitting
and falls discarded to the side
under foot of percieved besiegers
as rome appears to burn
in the father's eyes

and all stand stoic in hesitation
feeling strange in the role of change

unable to put the match
to the pyre of the patriarch
not to consume the man
but to reforge his mantle

powerless to light evolution's fire
the blaze of which will
forever fuse the change of guard
where those who once followed now must lead

and in the leading
reach high and stand strong
to unleash the power of the love
that forged the founding bond
that now will save the man
and rekindle fam'ly continuum

this is the change of guard
but change is hard
very hard


rob kistner © 2018
Contemplating that awkward time when the patriarch of many years must finally step down - finally and begrudgingly
faa Aug 20
i can only break free
from the cocoon i have spun
with silk from the fruits
of my dedication and labour
when the seconds on the clock
tick & tock, tick & tock,
until my anticipated wings
finally sprout with dyes so radiant
and burst me free, soaring
with an outburst so fierce
that my wings intimidate
every other caterpillar
as I have evolved
when they couldn't
What if,
You are a main character
Of the upcoming book
And you know it

Will you,
Be the same?
Or, will you try,
To make it worthy?
Or, will you disappear,
Holding nothing left?
Keeping the chapter

Tell me
What will you do?
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Character can be you
Lyn-Purcell Aug 4
In this life, some flavours are guaranteed to go stale.
Just know, your taste will only evolve
when you do.
Learn from your mistakes and pick better in life. Always!
To those who read my 'Jasmine Pearls' poem, thank you so much!
I had a lot of fun (and stress) writing it, and all about tea, too!
Be back soon, loves!
Lyn ***
Karisa Brown Aug 1
I want to believe in my
OWN truth
The many times I've come
Through on my own
Did what needed to be done
Without being told how

By using my own intuition
I was brought here with
To forge a place around
my Own tree of life
My surrender
My sovereign
My light

And the best thing is there are others
In my life that show up and stay
From time to time
To wake me up into this
To help me grow
Into the Meet me

First of all those
Who see that best me rise
And to compliment
Not control
Who endure through
Not who back down

Who drown inside themselves
To get to this unconditional love
Which they Know
From lives thousand
Before them

To make this time
Ours to shine in
And do more than
Just march on
To become a
Revolution in their own
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