Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Michael Leo Oct 23
What's a soulmate?
It's like a best friend, but more.
It's the person who knows you better than anyone else in this world.
It's someone who inspires you to be a better person.
It's the person who knew you, accepted you,
and believed in you before anyone else did-or when no one else would.
You will always love them; nothing can change that.
For 576
Michael Leo Oct 22
Some stories never end, but this one does.

Though distance may stretch, it finds an end—
A journey of 40,000 kilometers at most.
Though we drift far, we too must part—
380,000 kilometers, no more.
Yet heart to heart, though far apart,
We meet in eight short minutes.

I penned the start, you wrote the close,
Will there be another chapter?
Who knows?
For 576
Michael Leo Oct 22
I love three things in this world.
The sun, the moon and you.
The sun for the day,
The moon for the night,
And you forever.
For the world,
You are somebody,
But for somebody,
You are the world!
For 576
Michael Leo Oct 21
Meeting you was the luckiest moment of my life.
You brought light and warmth to my world,
and for a while, that felt like everything.
But soon, I realized that simply meeting you wasn’t enough.
We crossed paths only to part ways,
leaving me with memories and what-ifs.
The saddest part is knowing we weren’t meant to stay.
You were both a beautiful gift and a bittersweet loss,
reminding me that sometimes the most important encounters
are the ones that don't last.
For 576
Michael Leo Oct 21
It's raining in your city.
I want to ask if you have an umbrella,
but I don't.
Because I am afraid that you say no,
and I can't do anything about it
just like I say I love you,
but I can't give you the life you want.
For 576
Zywa Oct 18
He's gone, I linger

about in our shared past where --


he is still with me.
Column "Verlostang" ("Forceps", 2024, Ellen Deckwitz), in the NRC of October 8th, 2024

Collection "Death on Cast"
Michael Leo Oct 18
Hey, come on!
Let me show you a trick to see
the girl you've been longing for right now.
Ready? Close your eyes. 3, 2, 1...
You actually believe that stupid lie?
Just how desperately do you miss her?
For 576
Àŧùl Oct 13
My heart beats so strongly,
Yet it beats so softly.

In 2005,
I stepped into my high-school,
The last year of my high.

Dragon of my life,
Raged angrily as I performed,
Enjoying my efforts,
And I was honest,
My marks were nice,
Self-analysis gave me a few more.

Tasked with toiling hard,
All I did was procrastinate,
Shouldn't have done that,
Tests that I avoided,
Especially in secondary school,
Damaged my future goal.

Dawn and dusk,
I stayed awake,
Right then I thought about it,
Terribly doing at the test.

Seeing my Karma,
Obvious was the Phalam.

In the transition I experienced a lot.

Saw myself rise from potential death bed,
Helped by my loving parents,
Instead of passing away in anonymity,
Farewell to the first college,
Third girlfriend lied badly,
Essential narcissist off the ledge,
Dunno what she did prayed.

Transitions from non-medical sciences,
Over Biotechnology to commerce.

Men often are bitter,
Every time they jitter,
Deeming my actions unfair,
Inching me towards loneliness,
Calling me a Trojan Horse,
As they alienate ever,
Losing to my effort.

School, it was a great time,
College, it was just not mine,
Inundated by my tears,
Enthralled by my own life,
Never land of a comatose state,
Ceased to exist in my life,
Efforts put by my parents,
Slowly, I started on a clean slate.

And until now, I'm satisfied,
Not that the battle is won, but
Definitely I'm closer to victory.

Neither I am sad nor am I happy,
Over with the blues, I am patient,
But what if I never meet my end?

I don't want to live forever.

As I love my parents,
May they always stay with me.

Early adolescence is long gone,
Am missing those days,
Really carefree,
Not tensed,
I miss my past,
Not really the college,
Good were the school days.

Tasked with toiling hard to get a job,
Had I succeeded without help,
Really not without some grace,
Of my parents, and of my own,
Up above the recruitment exams,
Godly grace of my parents,
Helped me all along.

They all are happily married,
Had been my friends, but now
Enjoyin' only with their spouses.

Cheers to life,
Of course, I'm late,
Matters it to me,
Matter it does,
Early marriage was planned,
Really all got messed up,
Course of time,
Especially delivered to me.

Slowly, I realise my incompatibility,
Terribly wrong, wrongly terrible,
Realms of the dead I belonged,
Enjoying my life fully still,
Affluence sought-after,
My aim it remains.
My HP Poem #2005
©Atul Kaushal
Next page