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Daivik Jul 1
As ocean falls from the sky
On my glass and concrete umbrella
I am engulfed in the petrichor
And lose myself to the winds
Daivik Jun 30
As ocean falls from the sky
On my glass and concrete umbrella
I am engulfed in the petrichor
And lose myself to the winds
Petrichor means pleasant smell of first rain
Karijinbba Jun 23
mera dil jayapur bhaarat mein dhadakata hai
~my heart beats in Jaipur India~

Dil ko tumse pyar hua Jayapur
~my heart fell in love
with you in Jayspur India~

mera dil ham jayapur bhaarat mein toot gaya
~my heart is broken in Jayapur India~
~all the way to America.~

mera dil ham sabhee tarah se tod diya amerika aur vaapas karane ke lie

mera dil bhaarat se lekar amerika aur peechhe tak toota hua hai

It just means
My heart is broken all the way from India to America and back.

that's the beauty of being s poetess
we can dream aware
that dreams don't always come true

ek kavayitree hone ke naate yahee khoobasooratee hai

ham sapane dekhate hain ki sabhee sapane sach nahin hote hain
My dear Hello Poetry
I didn't cared for followers
nor comments or denied suns
I was looking for my true love.

mere priy ech.*** sun
mujhe pholoars kament kee paravaah nahin thee aur na hee sooraj sun

mujhe apane sachche pyaar kee talaash thee

I found my beloved asleep
deep in my heart

mainne apane priy ko apane dil kee gaharaiyon mein soya paaya.

~just waiting for my kiss.~
bas mere chumban ke lie intajaar.
Just waiting for my kiss.
By Karijinbba
Love is a many splendored thing
Inspired by the few followers
who had wisdom to bet on my future
benefits to my life story belong only to me
and my kin nobody else here.
Aŧül Jul 4
My new novel
Is now available
On the online circle
Of Amazon Kindle
As a soft copy eBook
And as a traditional
Hard copy novel

It set it in beyond COVID19 days,
Read what I write as a PhD scholar.
I know that China modified it,
Naturally, CoV won't affect us so much.
China altered it in the Wuhan lab,
They made it a novel Coronavirus,
They called it nCoV19, ask why,
Because it engineered it in 2019.

My novel talks about it,
This sin is punished,
Not just by India,
But also by USA,
And everyone sane,
There happens WW3,
The Negative Axis powers are:
China, North Korea & Pakistan

Indian Army has HuSaVe's,
Human Safety Vehicles,
Robotic suits that the DRDO creates.
China copies them,
Removes the human part,
And makes GHOST's,
Global Human Omission Safety Transformers.

The story is built with a lot of action, some technology and a bit of romance,
A lot of red shades make the story, some blues for it and a bit of pink,
For writing it, I wasted not a microlitre of real ink.

Indian Army comes up with TASIP,
Terrestrial Army Soldier Improvement Program,
And the protagonist, Ravindra Thakur is selected to be one of them.
He becomes a genetically modified soldier,
The DRDO has a specialist scientist Dr. Malakar who does it with his team,
CRISPR-Cas9 is used to elongate all his telomeres,
And now he has stronger chromosomes.

Ravindra & his batchmates can handle extreme doses of hormones,
Adrenalin, human growth hormone and testosterone to name a few,
These hormones can otherwise **** people in such high overdose,
But his sixth sense is strengthened and even the seventh & eighth senses top with those,
You begin to read it and if you can't put it down, blame it on me,
Cross-references to my previous novel help bring your heart closer,
Yes, the novel is sci-fi, army, diplomacy and hypothetically viable too.

My HP Poem #1933
©Atul Kaushal
Daivik May 26
यह नदियां यूँ ही बहती रहेंगी
लाशो को गवाह बनाकर
उस दर्द का जो "वे" इनकार करते रहे
Neelam May 17
Just when you thought that demons have been vanquished,

the new strain emerged from nowhere,

the monstrous reincarnation of the parasitic force

claiming more lives than ever.
Daivik May 15
थक गया हूँ
कुछ ना कर करके
Daivik May 13
Eid Mubarak
ईद मुबारक
عید مبارک ہو
Prabhu Iyer May 13
When the apocalypse came
it was not raining fire from the skies
no schism in the ***** of the earth,
the seas are not swirling over, nor
the rivers welling up in grief;
Quiet as tears of the early sky
we mourn - how many more
do we count lost and begone?
Shovels and pick axes say ‘no more’-
a touch and hug and a word of cheer,
who knew death comes in garbs
so dear ? there burn the pyres
endless in their dirge, painting
distant the Sun in hues of the dark
and we hope and we pray,
let this be it, Lord, if we must suffer
let this your coming be then -
for we can’t take this anymore
How many more do we lose ?
How many the logs that weary
feed the fires of the infernal?
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