I had only contempt for him.
An Amul baby, all the way.
I made fun of him
At newsrooms and in debates.

One such day,
I was at my best
Finding faults and laughing my heart out
At the expense of that Amul baby.

All of a sudden
A voice from nowhere
Pulled me down to earth,
And said thus.

You made fun of me, didn’t you?
You called me an Amul baby
That baby who gave its toothless smile
And made baby noises to its grandma,
Did you hear the sound of bullets
That punctured its soul?
When it ran, calling out to its father,
Did you find blood splattering on its little dress,
From a body that was blown to smithereens
Like a chain of firecrackers?

That voice was
Dripping water on me,
Blown, burnt and scattered as I was.

My blistered contempt
Has a lingering slight irritation now.

#Rahul Gandhi
#RG
#kuzhurwilson
#poetry
#india

You are my sweetheart
By Amul Malik .

You are mine and I born for you
You are my life you are my girl I love you .
You are my baby you are my sweet heart
You are my rose  oasis of  my life Desert .
You are my rain you are my winter
You are my spring  you are my summer .
I am only body you are my heart
I Love  you o my sweet heart .
Ask the moon ask the wind ask the Spring ask the mount
My love for you always   forever for you .

I Don't know why I rhyme
Why I pen romantic lines
And long for a girl I haven’t seen
for a relationship that has never been

In my poems sadness resides
What is this pain that never subsides?
Why my loneliness is at display
and I always  seem to pray?

But, however sad my poems may be
each one of them makes me happy,
because they let me dive into a pool
that is breathtakingly beautiful


These rhymes are little trips to heaven
they are a gift  god-given
they are my escape from the real
they let me see things I never will


They are dreams on a high altitude
they are my companions in solitude
they lend some meaning to my life
they save me from the regret-named knife

They aren’t mere worldly creations
they are the stretches of my imagination.
and a relief to my heart
and a path to self-realization.

I open my heart to them
I share my secrets with them
They are outlets for my frustration
and a library of my emotions

I regret I didn’t rhyme for years
I regret sadness went down in tears
Easier would have been those tough times
if had only written some rhyming lines!

-Amul Garg

The life
By Amul Malik

Life is always  valuable
Life we can’t give to anyone
Life is always beautiful
Life is always good if we make it good !

In the life we get love , affection , sufferings and sad
Some times  its enjoyable sometimes it’s bad
If walk in honesty way and believe god and faith
You will get a better life after the death .
If I can’t give life I should not ****
For me survive I need that
That is the cause I called me vegetarian
But still lives   dyeing for me  
I always pray god for forgive me     !!!!!!