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Clive Blake Jul 2017
You are my heartbeat’s echo,
My spare rib, who’s guilt free,
You are an essential part,
The half that completes me.

I’m sure there is no universe
Where more love I would find,
But should an offer come my way
It’ll gladly be declined.

I seek no other harbour,
I’m as happy as can be,
And I’d only ever sail away
If you were there with me.
Äŧül Apr 2017
I am happy that she freed herself,
But disappointed with her as well.

'Cause I had limited her she feels,
While she was her own delimiter.

I am happy that I had my fidelity,
But hurt with her eternal docility.

'Cause she was so docile overall,
While having such a crude ear.

I am happy that I am not with her,
But sad that I am very lonely now.

'Cause she was so close to my heart,
While keeping me close to her own.

I am happy that I did love her a lot,
But weeping that it is, after all, past.
My HP Poem #1497
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül Dec 2016
Patience is what it takes,
To be happy and successful.

Dedication is what it takes,
To be sincere and well-turned.

Time is what it takes,
To be recognized by a true lover.

Maturity is what it takes,
To be faithful and loyal to one love.

Affection is what it takes,
To be caring and loving in life.

Strength is what it takes,
To be full of fidelity and satisfaction.

Morality is what it takes,
To avoid infidelity and seduction.
Did you have any of it, dear?

HP Poem #1325
©Atul Kaushal
Jan Harak Dec 2016
He watches her and grins
But she has an eye on her ring
they got a few drinks
not enough to change her mind
things are calm
until she sips
from her own cup of denial
she bites her lip
waiting for the orchestra to start
and her body was like a canvas
where he composed his best masterpiece
her fingers trembling with desire
but her mouth unable to speak
when he touched her skin
he sparked a fire
that brought her to the peak
as it brought him to his knees
to fulfill her lustful needs
and you can hear the storm raging
until it drowns in the ocean
earthquake of joy
to bury devotion
Äŧül Sep 2016
You get back home weary from shocks,
You being impotent is not your tension,
But how two kids at home call you dad,
Basis of all your tensed thoughts is this,
Your wife still has two kids if not yours,
Your wife has the explanation to make,
May God curse the lying life of your wife.

You just get back home & draw your gun,
You load the fresh magazine in midnight,
Breathing long you put your feet silently,
But the door is ajar and she is fast asleep,
Your (or hers) children in the next room,
Your fingers tremble & you've flashback,
Many memories zoom through your mind.

You decide to use the pillow as a silencer,
You now calmly hold the pillow over her,
Breathing cautiously now you are unsure,
But her infidelity isn't what you expected,
Your heart tells you to introspect yourself,
Your mind changes after thinking about it,
Multiple times yourself have been cheating.

You pause & change your mind about her,
You have the gun now point at your own,
But now you see her stirring in her sleep,
Breaking from her sleep for water she is,
Your presence scares her to the hell now,
Your gun pointed at your heart she sees,
Mighty strength she gathers to ****** it.

You grunt and push her away from you,
You whisper, "Why did you cheat me?"
Before she replies to your weird charge,
Barked again yourself in a low whisper,
"Your children are not mine now I know,"
"Your husband is technically impotent!"

Maybe she understood everything now.

You remember that she is a policewoman,
You see her unload the gun and discard it,
"The children - both - are test tube babies,"
"The **** was mine and fertilized in vitro,"
"Your ***** was used artificially as well,"
"Your DNA from your own hair was used,"

Might have she followed the procedure.

It seems possible & you regret your actions,
But she just smiles & forgives you heartily,
"It's okay darling, I kept it secret from you,"
"It's really a cute face you've put up now,"

You now wish to sink down into the floor,
"You would forgive me for doubting you,"
Must be an angel to let you sink your head into her *****.
Part 2/2

A biotechnologist's scientific poem.

HP Poem #1157
©Atul Kaushal
r m b Jan 2016
I know you open doors
even if you don't know
what's on the other side.
I hope
you'll have
the same
faith in me.
solEmn oaSis Nov 2015
rarely ,,there is a question that is difficult to answer
and thoroughly,,,there is an answer which is*  no need to question
yes it is ,,just if you only believe in our prayer
for there is no impossible with God for our avocation

for each one of you  are the icing on the top of my cake
you as a whole were the toppings that can distinguish what kind of pizza is me?
what is the use of my vase without the flowers on it, especially to the
apple of my eye!
but i can not please everybody; perhaps i didn't mean to make some of you feels like *water for chocolate
ROSES ARE RED,,,, TULIPS ARE INDIGO AND PINK,,,,,,
MIDNIGHT'S KEYBOARD ARE BLUE ,,,,,,
WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR BROWN EYES,,,,,
COME TO THINK OF MY DARK SIDES !!!
NOW OPEN YOUR BRIGHT MIND,,,,,,
AND KINDLY LISTEN TO YOUR GOLD HEART !!!
PAUSE A LITTLE A BIT,,,,
AND GIVE ME A BIG HINT,,,,,
CAN YOU HEAR LATER IN YOUR DREAMS
WHAT WILL I WHISPER TO YOUR LEFT EAR !!!
SAYING THAT,,,,,,,, DON'T FORGET "Y" and ""i"" for your X,,,
WOULDN'T STAY WITH ""U"" forever !!!
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