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ANu dei dawns..  
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His name is Antoine
Careful don't read out loud more than once....its a spell.  Delusions of grandeur!!!!
Àŧùl May 2018
For the first time in my life,
I now live in a home of my own,
Regardless of the financial constraints,
Sweet parents built this dwelling,
Then I also pumped some capital.

Of late, we sold our previous property,
Well, I planned & cracked the deal,
Now we have this new bigger home.

Regards to my parents are never going to be enough,
Especially when we went through my accident saga,
Salty moist memories do not follow me now,
Indian, this Anugraha looks so graceful,
Darkness of night fails to take away the sheen,
Enjoying my time here in the life,
Not forgetting who made this house a home,
Call them I do my sweet and kind parents,
Even the darkest memories seem to fade away.
Our new home is called Anugraha, a word that means grace.

I am very happy that we are now living in a home that is our own.

Before this, I lived in the NDRI Karnal campus in a rented accommodation.

The close-to-nature Government-funded National Dairy Research Institute campus I will dearly miss but I am really satisfied with this new place that I now call home and even my best friend and future wife Pooja Shah will have a leisurely home in future. I am very happy that I finally live in a home that I can call my own.

My HP Poem #1708
©Atul Kaushal
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Let us write our stories  
Reckon all moments
A passage to self-reflection  
With a display box of grandeur,  
Fingers on a key pressed,  
Levitates a search in no time,
Way out of the crowd  
Quiting a reality to roam and wander  
Nothing is outside, all within  
A big circle of virtual connections,  
Without months of eye contacts  
No face to face,  
Sending empathy through e-thoughts

Having a common ground,  
Hope to run faster than Terabyte,  
We love seconds more than a minute  
WiFi made all worth living  
Sending signals to the soul  
We will feel it, anyway.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Zero Nine Nov 2017
Bored on the internet, so see what I find.
I'm taken back to that moment in the past
When I met the droop-eyed star and starlet.
Look what Twitter has. Their pale face framed
and recreated, pixel perfect, inundated.
Talking in circles.
Talking highly of
Your self --
Like you're above the tower seat of power,
In the clouds. You're a mental case. How
you gonna love yourself so much?
All of my former lovers are the messes they left back when.
K Balachandran Oct 2017
In the bejeweled chronometer dial

of the lighted night sky's grandeur,

light years unfathomable, embedded

vie with one another,

every single minute

in a scramble to all 360 degrees

creating a  perfect hallucination!

Time impishly breaks all concepts,

of linearity, circularity and the rest,

takes to directions, that pleases

in the process makes one wonder

what the distinctions we make

as  past present and future mean!

"Let's mix past with future,

put past in present and create

an ethereal symphony of time,so that

nothing gets lost, gained either"
27 | 31 Poems for August 2017

Her eyes are the same colour as her brown skin; you should see the world through her pupils.
Often at times she had no need to say anything because through her eyes you could see a different perspective of the world.
Her eyes eloquently spoke a language that was foreign to anyone who hadn’t experienced the vibe of South African townships.
But you could always understand her because those eyes were filled with hope, love and happiness.
The wisdom she constantly utters every single day may often remain unheard.
But the beauty of God’s grandeur will never go unnoticed; you can see it in her hazel-brown eyes.
You should see the world through her pupils; her eyes are the same colour as her brown skin.
I see the sunflowers in her eyes, the love that radiates from her aura is drawn from within.
Soldiers are the real sons of soil
Hence they are patriot and loyal
They put in the relentless toil
Keep discipline is in rank and file

Remain awake when other sleep
The torch of light high they keep
On high mountains or down deep
Their destination is on just one leap

Sheer sincerity is their hall mark
On every danger they embark
Pave their way from every dark
In their approach they are stark

They are but for the motherland
All o come up to graciously garland
With one frequency and on band
They carry grandeur of the grand

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
How sweet the linen
that grandeur weaves,
unseen by other's untrained eyes,
yet seemingly hard to sew
into the fabric of our own
immediate lives.
JR Rhine Aug 2016
Grandeur's delusion
                                                        ­                               is an allusion
                standing on the precipice of greatness
                                                    
  ­                                                                 ­    it's something intrinsic, ain't it?
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