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Yesterday when we broke down ,
It felt like i was bomb dropped
From the picture frame i was cropped
Flopped , the reason which u left
I felt of being theft
The bond of love,
Which we shared between us,
Broke in a  mere fuss
Why one always needs to be two faced
First to draw attention
Second to leave apprehensions

Well  I don't mention

Always dreamt of building our own house
Playing as if  Tom and his mouse
Thought of following juliet's espouse
Making each and every moment rouse
How about buying a doghouse ?
How about buying a dollhouse ?
These questions just keep wandering in my head
Pain and agony are quite ahead
I don't want to move ahead
Instead I need  a head
To hold my heart high
But again i m scared to apply


Now ,
No more complies
No more lies
Nowhere to lie
Nothing to hide

  
You spelt "LIVE" wrong
Chose "EVIL" instead to "LIVE"long
Oh God, I'm happy in this morning,
Being free of problem solving,
Living loving the road I'm hitting,
The misery I'm passing through.


Oh, how I would be free to suffer
Other mornings and another,
Filled with oh-such charming pattern,
Being happy after all.


Oh happy! Seeing all gifts that matter,
A marrow and a loving mother,
Ever radiating on the darker-darker
Sight that I'm still having though.


Oh, the obscure morrow and yester -
All those possible disaster
Are enlightened and farther- farther
Now.


Oh God, I'm happy in the now-happening;
I wish this moment pending padding,
I would leave all those doubtful setting'
And resting for ever in a now.
12.11.2018
Äŧül Sep 23

Train yourself in the barracks,
Hurry up and become the monster,
Every monstrosity needs a reply.

So they told us in the school,
Only the mission was to bring peace,
Lying to us they were every time,
Daring us to learn armament,
It's so coughing wretched,
Especially weeding out the innocence,
Rising to become what they want us,
Succumbing to the pains we are not.

First, you lock and load,
Edge closer out in the open,
Even the scores with radical Islam,
Low you lie like the predator waiting for its prey.

Targeting the innocent people at times,
Razing their homes to the ground,
Alas, it's a necessary sin we commit,
People we **** are not just terrorists,
Perplexed by the horrors of war,
Even though we get nightmares about it,
Damsels in distress we are not.
Make love, not war.
My HP Poem #1771
©Atul Kaushal
Dont do it

                     Don't don't don't do it

I swear on my niece i'll never do it

                    (Sometime after abstinence)

                                    You can afford to do it now

You deserve happiness

        No wonder you are so weak

             Your mind is a hypocrite self indulgent

                  Piece of crap !!

     Yes crap

                             So much for self control

        So much for the standards of society

             So much for excellence and focus

           Not so much for the fog in your mind

                       After you bust a nut

                                           ******* through life

Objectifying seems fun

        Backseat
                     And jugs everywhere i see

  I have a filthy mind can u see....

I feel you can see through me

                 That i feel guilty
         But still i do
                    Addiction serves its purpose

   Its addiction for a reasons
    
           Will make you a different person before it leaves

        But still it doesn't leave

           But relapse is a part of recovery

   Deep guilt within me still
              
                 Still I will do it

                            Bust it and feel the rush in my bones

                                Bust it and feel that I'am numb

                                                               ­        this is not gross

its something organic huh !!

               its disgusting actually

                                 I'am so filthy and I know it (sass)
Not I, not me, uh uh, not true,
I own no Sharpies in black nor blue,
I’m sure I’m right, the chart was clear,
Dorian’s path to Alabama’s near.

The media cries I made it up,
I drew the lines right on the map;
How dare they say such lies so mean,
My words are gold, my conscience clean.

These folks do whine, they rant and rave,
To score some points they sorely crave,
Yet all they do time and again,
So well reminds of a cackling hen.

If there’s an expert that’s so me,
No-one quite sees the things I see,
Wind direction that’s my hat,
Great golfers know precisely that.

And if the storm went up the coast,
That too should earn me one loud toast,
I channeled prayers from all around,
To have it miss that Rebel ground.

The South’s my turf, I like those folks,
A land of dreamers full of hopes,
I have their vote, undying love,
Hence why I gave this thing a shove.

Towards New York, that den of thieves,
Spreading untruths like falling leaves,
Let them delight in Natures wrath,
Rewarding me with one great laugh.
Satvik gupta Aug 28
Why ,

Only The Truth needs evidences to be certified ?

Only The Thoughts of violence to be victorious over a fight !

Only The Money, to get all things right !

Only The Moon, to perceive that it is night!

Only Books, to make your future bright !

Only Girl/Boy, to describe the  love at first sight !

Caste , creed ,colour , to judge over the white !

I ask you why "_"
#hail #
I  d e s p i s e  
                             you

and                                        

I  s n e e r  at
                              you

because                      ­                          

You are so


P̸̟̜̤̕ ̻̙̰̕͡o̜̭̮̺̥̟͠ ̢̢̭͙͍̪̲s͚͕̰̲̤̙̤̰ ̮̲̞̘̻̩͎͠i̬̟̥̻̳̫̩ ̢̢̠̫̘̜̬t̖͉͓͔͕͈͞ ̶̧̗̭̠̻͘i҉͏͏̪̮̫̦ ̷̫̼̖͎̭̹͡v̢̺̥̩͉̫͎͇͠ ̸̲̬̖͟e̹̮̺͎ ̷̜̠̞̼̲͓͢


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It's not really you. I just recognise it in myself. A sneer at your optimism and positivity. Regardless.. I noted this down..
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