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Kani Aug 23
Beyond time born the King
Beyond the cycle of birth and death
As though born
As though gone
Living a beautiful life
Bred for beings
Out of love
Out of compassion
A greater sacrifice
Beyond comprehension

Waiting for the humanity
To wake up to the words
Ever living in the time
Passing moments
Reminding of the passage
Yes wake up to the words
Before the ebbing of time

The greatest way to celebrate the King
Is to follow His song
Happy Janmashtami
In the quiet thread of Rakhi's grace,  
Lies a bond no time can erase.  
A promise wrapped in silk so pure,  
Of love that forever will endure.

Beyond the playful jests and cheers,  
There’s a truth that whispers through the years.  
Life teaches, in its gentle way,  
That bonds of heart can never fray.

A sister’s strength, a brother’s shield,  
In life’s great battle, neither yield.  
For in this bond, we truly find,  
The lessons that reshape the mind.

When storms of life come raging through,  
It’s love that guides, it’s love that’s true.  
And like the Rakhi, strong yet thin,  
It’s the simple things that let us win.

So cherish every thread you weave,  
In bonds of love, choose to believe.  
For Raksha Bandhan’s silent art,  
Is life's lesson: protect the heart.
Written on occasion of Raksha Bandhan or Rakhi .. for those who don't know .. Raksha Bandhan is a traditional Indian festival where sisters tie a decorated thread called a "Rakhi" around their brothers' wrists, symbolizing protection and love. In return, brothers promise to protect and cherish their sisters. It’s a day that blends playful sibling rivalry with deep familial bonds. While it started as a brother-sister tradition, it's evolved to include anyone you care for, celebrating the idea of safeguarding each other. Essentially, it’s a day where love and obligation intersect with a dash of cultural flair.
Àŧùl Apr 1
Hello Stranger,
Done with the Roka,
It's a pre-engagement ceremony,
But right now,
I don't know what I am for you.

Next will be our engagement,
Then I'll be your fiancé,
And you'll be my fiancée,
But right now,
I don’t know what you are for me.

After that we'll have our marriage,
Then you'll be my Dharmik wife,
And I'll be your Sworn husband,
But right now,
We're strangers for each other.

Let's make it easy,
Let's share with each other
Our likes, and the dislikes too,
Let's be friends until we wait,
Let's get to know each other.

You know about my weaknesses,
It's apparent and obvious,
But behold, I descend into your life,
I have my shortcomings,
But I have my gifts too.

You'll see me spreading joy in your world,
And you'll realise that your world is mine too,
But don't worry,
Just let my love grow in your heart,
Next I'll plant a ring in your finger.

That ring will mark you as mine,
You'll put a ring around my finger too,
And this particular ring will mark me as yours,
We'll be each other's fiancée & fiancé,
I'll make sure that you are fine.

A few weeks after that engagement,
We'll sit in front of the Holy Fire,
And that fire will be our witness,
And so will be the Àgnì Ðévà,
The God of Fire will seal our togetherment.

Right now you're cautious,
Maybe a bit scared too,
You are in the dark,
But so am I, dear,
Don't worry, I won't disappoint you.

And I know that me you won't dishearten,
We'll gel well beyond the physical realm,
The world will soon see us as one unit,
We'll enjoy each day in togetherness,
And it will no longer be an untitled relationship.
My HP Poem #1961
©Atul Kaushal
James Sep 2021
Some day your rolling obsidian waves

will fertilize the ****** shores of my spirit

but for now i sit with dead dog eyes

turned upward

               and opened wide

Searching for eternity

in the bursting plumage

of your midnight lotus
Àŧùl Jul 2020
I feel so good when I am loved.
Getting loved is not in my control.
But I can still love you honestly.

You stay busy with your preferences,
Exchanging love is my Preference,
I love you so much, but I fear you too.
My HP Poem #1875
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2019
Kashmir is not just beautiful
It was also free of violence,
Not too far back in history,
That did occur just 7 to 8 centuries ago.

Then they poured out of Central Asia,
Hordes getting bigger with each wave,
Eliminate they did the original people.

In 1320, it was Zulju raiding Kashmir,
Then Rinchana, a Tibetan Büđđhïst refugee, he took over.

Rinchana had Shah Mir as his Minister,
Shah Mir persuaded Rinchana to Islam.

After Rinchana, his son was set to be the ruler,
However, Shah Mir killed this lawful successor.

In 1339, Shah Mir became the first Muslim ruler of Kashmiri lands,
Initially, they did not dare harm the original Hïnđū inhabitants.
Then it was just Muslim kings for few centuries and slowly the Hïnđū heaven slipped into Muslim hands.

Now we know what is the ground reality,
The demography became Islamized over centuries,
All arts and crafts stand dwarfed by violence,
What they aim is an Islamic State, an Islamic Earth.
Islamization in Kashmir took place during 13th to 15th century and led to the eventual decline of the Kashmir Shaivism in Kashmir.

My HP Poem #1758
©Atul Kaushal
Confronted by battle Arjuna disputes
But Krishna proposes more pious pursuits
Accepting one’s duty
With transient beauty
Concerned with right action but not with its fruits
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