Our petrol sedan,
Looks so elegant and Classy Now running in its 7th year, Still appears so new and Sassy Škoda its maker, Runs on a VW engine and Chassis
My HP Poem #1888
I know that what goes up
must come down. I just didn't think that our love would decline so rapidly..
My name is Atul Kaushal.
Atul has 4 characters, While Kaushal has 7. This was the reason, The reason to dub me AK47.
My HP Poem #1447
Precise, rapid movements across
that specific area Muscle memory expertly pressing spots that fuel emotions Responding aloud, making the faintest noises with every touch We text
Our melancholy passion
my mind is rapid,
too rapid because you keep running around me in circles over and over and over
The words of the wind whiper 'Come my dear'
Sweep me off my feet I'm struck by dazzling discords of sharpened breathes becoming beautiful Galaxies of play swift through your hands The electricity of communication shoots through your systems Before the world says 'Hello' you breathe the stories of magic and wisdom Born storyteller, walking on a different mental plane Holding the air, letting it go with a blow Traveling the sky and landing on my heart But you can only stay for a day But the words of the wanderer, forever may they stay
The play and love of a Gemini
That odd word is-- Change. It rings harsh in the ears of the oppressed. They desire it so, Crave it. But they are wary. Too often have they been lied to, Nothing new, Not a change. Weary. When desired, It responds slowly-- A dumb dragon, Mute and deaf to your demands. Like a glacier it moves, Slowly. Slowly. It begs patience. "Stab wounds can't be healed with a band-aid," It says. It takes time, And incremental steps. 100 pennies stitched together a dollar do make. But if we don't want change Well then it comes rushing raging forth. Bursting through the dam of our status quo'd walls. Like a dragon it flies Furious and fire-breathing Foul-odored stench and a repugnant force of being. Angrily we cry and wave our arms, Flailing about In the face of this fantastic fiend. To no avail. Change will slow for no man. And all the while, A poor, crippled beggar walks the street-- "Can you spare some change?" How strange.
The thing is
falling seems to imply something accidental, something unexpected-- I didn't fall in love, I ran head first, with the intention that this would hurt less than a brick wall. It hurt a little more than that.
It's a good kind of hurt?
A strong individual soul
Stuck between questions and quarrels So little does he know About the world that surrounds him Progress is rapid, you know And there's so much that there's yet to show The concept of an infinite wisdom is something we should follow Why should one stay dark and hollow? Get out of your bed and then city Explore the reality that's yet to come Life has so many ups and downs That you would just love to nurture when it comes A big revolution will soon begin And you don't wanna be left behind The world is changing so rapidly But is your mind?
Just something I wanted to write and show people that the world is moving so fast