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Atul 2d
"What's her name?"
My benchmate asked me,
Just as the new girl entered,
With all her glowing ebony beauty.

I thought about something,
Ignored him and simply so,
Continuing my reading of the drama.

He prodded on like a nagging child,
"Tell me, Atul, what's her name?
Who's that **** girl?"

His whisper was loud enough now,
The girl heard it as she climbed,
Climbed higher on the back seats and how.

I glared at my benchmate,
In disappointment & disgust,
It was him who I had befriended.

'Him! I befriended him!! Out of them all!!!'
I thought about my vulnerability in the society,
But I did not react to him out of that anger.

I just said, "What's in a name?"
He raised his eyebrows and moaned, "Huh?"
I said with mirth, "Yes! Someone like you will get her renamed!"
6:30 PM
Half-an-hour slam poem I wrote in the Literary Club at my PhD college.
A tribute to Nirbhaya and women safety all around the globe.
7:00 PM

My HP Poem #1724
©Atul Kaushal
Boy run ,run

She has come

She is beauty

She is honey

She attracts observers

She imprisoned them

She stole their hearts

She took their minds

She affected  them

They became her slaves

Who can face her?

Her eyes are wide

She  drown her viewers

They battled for safe

They battled to reach

The shore of safe

But they gave ,they gave up

Who can face her?

Her face is white

Shine at the light with bright

When it was seen

The hearts dropped at the legs

The minds got  paralyzed

She did what she wanted

Her cheeks were burning

With the red color made you shame

You didn't look very save

You couldn't look her

Her hair were free

Moved with the air

They were flew high    

Then they flew down
And your eyes followed hers
eyes,, down, moved, look, burning, paralyzed,  legs,
ShrutiDadhich Sep 22
My intoxicating & love filled eyes whom you did admire,
Are now filled up with revenge's fire...

My sweet cherry lips you loved,
Have now ****** the saltiness of my tears & are now poisoned...

You loved my rosy nails,
Who now have been transformed into the iron's nails,

The ocean of tears in which you left me to drown,
Have flooded me & now my heart is nothing but a deserted town...

Now I ain't the tender teen girl whom you could easily cheat,
Now I'm a lioness of this forest whom badly nobody can treat...

So now dare you not to look at me,
Cause the acid you spread in my life is burning yet in my eyes...
I don't know what will be your reaction to this poem, but I have seen girls shading tears for the people who cheated them in love, & so this one is for them... Girls you need to identify your inner power & take your revenge...
Never think you are weak, cause you are the mightiest!!!
Julian Delia Sep 21
Stirring, snaking, coiled up in your soul –
Slurring, shaking, embroiled like an actor in a role.
You feel it rise up from a well of distaste,
With zeal, it controls you,
Suppressed anger flowing with haste.

Truth chips away at your defences,
Your uncouth hips sway off-tune
As your mind battles in the trenches.
You feel it, again;
An anger that shakes the cages it is in,
A battle for the ages, confined to the mind within.

It doesn’t have to be like that;
You shouldn’t have to bow down to a philistine
Just because their wallet is fat.
Stop the defensive, launch the attack!
Let the awakening happen, get the vermin off your back!

Be the message that ends this war on the poor!
Arise from the wreckage, and of this be sure:
You are controlled only if you act demure,
If your faith in what you believe is right
Lies cold, dead and insecure.

Youth to the fight!
Bring truth to the light!
All will be lost
Unless the fires of justice burn bright.
dana Sep 11
your hands
are the same size as mine
yet they
can hold so much more
than my feeble instruments
my arms however
can lift you heavy
higher than the twisting tendrils of vine
stretching themselves up and out into the sky
on a ten foot trellis
Your hands they grab my arms they lift
together they melt into a wild new assist
hands hold fingers touch brains know hearts must
Seanathon Sep 9
In the hours after

When the rain falls slowly beneath the stormy lights

When the only omission left is a sigh

And the duration of a breath has passed

I'll know then by

Where we stand within this life

And what was meant, therein, hereby

This is not my town

But must I try
Question is it.
I want to be a man above all men
So I will be beneath them all
Serving and giving
Loving and forgiving
Saving and leading
On the way
To ***’s day
Of Reckoning.
I am becoming
What he made me
For all to see
Noticing the little things
Ignored by many
If you observe
You’ll see
The unseen
If you listen
You will hear
His whispers in nature
*** does little
He speaks much
What he says becomes
What he imagines he loves
What he loves is a part of him
He loved us
Thought us
Spoke us
Bought us
There is no greater Love than Him.
Holy Ghost!
Seanathon Jun 24
Don't make me risk,
The bitter end.

Don't make me try,
Though I will again.
When you must. But you don't want to.
Kuvar Mar 18
It is affordable
For the rich or poor
I mean the coffin
Whether you wish or not
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