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Colm Feb 2019
Tomorrow is coming, like a train of iron on a track of steel and nothing can stop it.  Nothing that is or ever will be derailed. Tomorrow is coming between friction and steel.
A Train Named Tomorrow
why hurricanes are named
after people, not things.

- v.m
short start to a busy day
Colm May 2018
Your time
My time
Never Ours
But I have to believe above all else
In God and his timing
Which does not faulter
Which knows no human bounds
In this I trust
And nothing else
That moment when you realize your role. How it hasn't changed as you would've hoped. His plans are not your own... But they could be better. If you're brave enough to just let go. To be blind and yet follow as you so often claim to be.

Silly self.

Sad thing is...

I thought I had...
Àŧùl Jul 2017
The most gorgeous girl in the world,
I* remember *Pragya by her anonym,
Now all I have are her memories,
Yes they are sweet and delicious.

Real life angel she was my friend,
Each day in her company was good,
Memories of us smiling together,
Early riser she so inspired me,
Maybe she does not have time,
Busy she is too much for memories,
Regal used to be her elegant smiles,
Again I hope that I come across her,
No one is immortal but memories are,
Centuries ago maybe I had known her,
Every memory I can recollect sharply.
Pragya also had her surname as Mehra but she's unrelated to anyone here.

I miss her and the days spent with her.

Her sunsign is Sagittarius and she chose Zephyr as a suitable nickname for herself.

My HP Poem #1645
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
I had only started recovery
After that inglorious accident
That I was faced with a seeming
Herculean task at hand as student
When I was to tackle ten exams
An attempt with forgetfulness
I broke no sweat in doing it
Impossible - what's that?
My HP Poem #1388
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thing?"
Me, the caring daddy, with a gasp,
Replied, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold the end where lies its sting!"
A limerick for my future daughter Shatakshi.

Another humorous poem. Another limerick.

HP Poem #1210
©Atul Kaushal
Max Jonas Jan 2016
I saw you that day was rainy,
I wouldn't meet you after this maybe,
Please don't escape from rain, because it was me,
Dark, misty and lonely I need somebody to hold me.

I don't believe in you and your beauty,
You're a trick always behind me,
I exist, you exist in same county,
But couldn't say exist "we".

I am exhausted far away form me,
Let me die here softly and silently,
Please not afraid, I am always ready,
Take the gun and count the three.

I am not player named game "life".
It is over now, from beginning of 1995.
Have no faith, the past I don't remember.
I chose my library as a holy temple.

— The End —