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Àŧùl Nov 2016
She crept up my veins,
And highjacked my heart,
Before dumping it.
HP Poem #1275
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
This separation from you,
Keeps giving tinnitus,
Yes it is recurring.

I read in fair detail of it,
It is the lack of love,
Love hormone.

Oxytocin that pacifies,
It is lacking in me,
Many downs.

All my biology has snuffed,
Extinguished is my flame,
Eversince you have left.

Separation debilitates me,
And though I can't weep,
It is stinging my heart.

Still you fail to perceive,
It's only me who waits,
And I will be waiting.

I have waited for long,
A very long time gap,
*Now I will move on.
I do not want to be damaging myself anymore.
This way I could be infested with cancer.
I am moving on, don't worry about it.

HP Poem #1160
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
You tell me another story.
But I gathered some facts.
Lame excuses' it's a lowry,
I'm so fed up of your acts.
Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn,
So tired of locking yours with my horn,
Are you dead tired of fighting too?

Did you not know this already too?
Gaining what out of the fight you are,
Only we can be the best possible friends.
Come descend back home,
A helpless heart awaits you,
Another ceasefire beckons,
Come let's bury the hatchet.
HP Poem #1159
©Atul Kaushal
Bhakti Lata Sep 2016
My feeling for him
Is like curled up
tail of a dog

I try straightening
It from being
lovelorn to being
just friends

I try curling  it
the opposite way
to "just couldn't care
as he is just
not my type"

But every attempt
Of mine in
straightening it
and opposite
curling
goes futile
as it keeps coming
back to the same
curled up state
of being lovelorn
We didn't say much that night,
but the silence loudly spoke.
We were burning moonlight
watching it go up in a puff of smoke.
We both felt the fire,
but it couldn't last long.
For one of us or the other
the heat would soon be gone.
There was no fear, just separation;
the night bore a connotation
of terminal proportions,
and an impending self-condemnation.
Awash there in the silence,
watching the night hang overhead,
we sat, as though watching kin
slowly slipping away in their deathbed.
Like, we know that it's coming,
there's no impending sense of dread.
We'll say a prayer and throw some flowers
Then both sleep in our own separate bed.
We almost force a smile
when our eyes meet.
It takes a while of trying
Before we both look back at our feet.
Still, she leans into me,
Closes her eyes against my shoulder.
The only warmth left between us
So I wrap her up and hold her
and we sit there,
cloaked in the waning night.
The clouds have blanketed the stars
and we've burned up all the moonlight.
My eyes were yours,
Lost in sight of sky,

My lips were yours,
Drowns in flight of eye,

My flesh was yours,
Waiting to be conquered,

My heart was yours,
True beating, forevermore.
I had too much,
Swirling in a bar,
Swells after swalley,
My girlfriends gone
And I, lost, alone with
Familiar strangers.

They circled me,
Paddling, soles holey,
Rafting under rafters,
My red hair drawing
Them in, motley moths
To a flame, locks lit by ****
And glinting with flit of glass
In peat drub smoking pub.

One brave soldier, sailed
On over and our glaze eyes
Danced, deftly avoided any
Glance as we swayed, silent,
His breath was dank, of sea,
Moist and salty on raw flesh,
I could nae help but wake from
Dream by the scent of only you,
But it wasn't you dreamful laddie,
In shelled ears some brigand shot,
Sprayed a cold loss awakening,
His words, nothings, oak aged,
I felt loudly drowning, caught
In a corner of rusted, hulled
Ship now sinking, he threw
Himself a line and I saved
My soul, a life preserved
By a leaving, breaching
Heavy waves, bobbing
Into the out of doors.
lynnia hans May 2016
how longer can i sleep these nights without you
the pain that churns & bubbles in my heart
tears streaming & burning ever so slightly down my face fearing that we will be forever apart
i wish to listen to your sighs & moans of assurance your chuckling laugh to quieten my fears
hoping that forever we can be together throughout the coming years.
lynnia hans Apr 2016
missing your touch,
needing your desire,
quenching the thirst that needs to be quelled
shivering hands needing comfort
my body aches for you
thrashing about in ecstasy as i think of you
your brimming dark hazel amber eyes entrance me into a drunken state of ****** stupor
as your body & voice ravishes me to the highest heights.
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