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bluevelvet May 2017
Yellow and white,
deep ultraviolet.
Wind tossed around,
carried in a fragile hand.
The outskirts lined with beauty,
the middle a land of decay.
Walking through land that
seen childhood play.
Shaky hand reaching to pluck
the ones that scream yuck.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
Until reach the ovule,
try to tear but would not budge.
Maybe grandmother will heal
with undying love.
it's common to still be a kid at heart.
Àŧùl May 2017
Hmmm...
Hmmhmmhmmm...
Hmmhmmhmmm...
Hmmhmmhmmm...

Whether you come,
Whether you come or don’t,
I shall survive,
Yes I shall survive.
Whether you come,
Whether you come or don’t,
I shall survive,
Yes I shall survive.

Whatever be the distance,
Nothing is a botheration,
You are connected to me,
I am imbued in your veins.
Whether you come,
Whether you come or don’t,
Then I shall thrive,
When I shall thrive?

What fun will this life be,
If I spend it sans you?
What life is such a life,
Such life is a punishment.
So you should come,
And I shall finally live.
Yes, you should come,
Then I shall survive.
A translation of my original song "Tu Aaye" - a morose melody.

Listen to it on YouTube @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMPoATQzoVg

My HP Poem #1521
©Atul Kaushal
Night is just night,
without it being told that
it should be dark
and sunless.

It is what it is,
by its own definition.
It does not need stars to shine
In order to make darkness meaningful.

Still, the stars shine.
They do what they do
Without self-acknowledgement,
They simply do.

Be.
Like night and stars
And meaningfulness
And Self-acknowledgement.
Sushant Bhujel Apr 2017
We have grown and passed
Through all the good and bad
We have seen and even been
The change outside and within

We praise all humans' humane
A ceremony for them, we entertain
But the inhuman acts remain
There's no stop to this revolving chain

And songs of humanity we still sing
But to intolerance is what we cling
Intolerance to religions and race
Intolerance to freedom, we face

A division in the rich-poor grade
Intolerance to differently abled and sexed

Though we want 'Our Descendants' to be at ease
And a better future we hope there is
But for how we want the building to stand
We need a strong foundation plan

Instead what we do is we showcase
Our staggering walks to the path of mess
And make them learn
To walk alike when we are gone

If the world's a house, We're its bricks
At that, What a person within him seeks
Is all that matters,
Guilt or Pride...
For what we shall leave behind!
Julie Grenness Mar 2017
Trick or treat, it's not Halloween,
Treats are days of peace, it seems,
Peace on Earth for the kids and teens,
They're the cutest things you've ever seen,
Treats of a reafforestation industry,
For our future generations to breathe,
We must lift our game, humanity,
Trick or treat, it's not Halloween.
Feedback welcome.
Zero Nine Mar 2017
Leaving God behind,
whatever brought upon this thought,
I thought,
should be worth waking
What if it pleases me to be wrong,
though?
What when long gone becomes too far
gone?
There mustn't be measure, if I can swing wildly
but the cost shines high under title lights
and at my best guess, it looks signed
deep red with bartered blood
Consecrated.
Believe in pain tomorrow, clearly see loss and gain
Anders Thompson Mar 2017
cut my tongue out
take the scalpel and slice
dig out this piece of filth
and toss it to the dirt for the dogs to eat
if this tongue cannot speak love
if it cannot be wise
if it cannot know when it has gone too far
and said what should not be said then
cut
it
out
Realeboga M Feb 2017
I'm a little traumatized for not being able to write for so long.
Am I somewhere between writers block or I don't know what to write?

I'm a little bit traumatized, well not a little bit but a whole lot bit.

My passion stays burning but where's my need for writing?
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Never failed
Neither at the studies
Nor at crushing his feelings.
My HP Poem #1422
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Whether you come,
Or you do not,
I will survive,
Yes I will thrive.

Howsoever be the measure,
There won't be any pressure.
As you are connected to me,
And I am committed to you.
Whether you come,
Or you do not,
I will survive,
Would I thrive?

What fun will be my life,
Without you as my wife,
What life will be my life,
Each moment punishes.
So you should come,
Now you do,
I will survive,
Then I'll thrive.
Translation of my fourth Hindi language song.
The song called 'Tu Aaye' is translated herein.

My HP Poem #1410
©Atul Kaushal
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