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Àŧùl Mar 11
Let's tell you a story,
Of art & of dance,
Not all that gory.

She was that dancer,
Not just an ordinary one,
A bar dancer in all her glory.

COVID-19 made it hard to work,
So, she started working online,
And began to twerk from home.

She was safe this way,
From the two viruses,
Both COVID and ***.

Plugged on to the revolution,
Clients were happy online,
And she made good money.
My HP Poem #2053
©Atul Kaushal
  Mar 10 Àŧùl
Nehal
When the night comes with the moon,
And you shiver by the sound of a loon,
Hold and squeeze me tight,
Let me comfort with divine's light.

When the candles extinguish,
And death arrives to languish,
Let me bear it, if my soul be pure,
And let divinity grant your death's cure.
  Mar 10 Àŧùl
Ashi Jain
Always feeling like a failure I'm so tired
fears, tears , anxiety burn inside of me like fire
through my words I wanna inspire that is my only desire
in and out, the darkness swallows me
caught between reality and fantasy
burning in  fire, turning to ash, see
falling deep down with no one to catch me
And they say life is easy,

The expectation and pressure of society surrounds me
The burden of my failures drown me
My head is underwater but no one can see
I cry out so loud but no one hears me
The lonliness and self doubt tears me
I scream and scream but no one hears me
The scream of silence has no sound
it breaks me but is unheard all around
I cry and shout but in vain
So I have no choice but to smile through the pain

There is a hurricane inside of me
It slowly destroys me
All my friends just use
The guilt consumes me
Once more my heart is shattered
Felt on the ground, scattered
So now i have to clean up this mess,
And pretend i'm fine
Deal with this **** one more time

Will this ever end
even though i'm breathing,
I am already dead
And they say life is easy
people are so cruel man
Àŧùl Mar 4
There was a hegemony on the stage,
There were listeners downstairs,
And the latter were Et Cetera.

The stampede killed the Et Cetera,
Not touching those on the stage,
Sparing the spinners of yarn.
My HP Poem #2052
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2
We should respect all wildlife,
Avoid going too near to a bear,
Because such closeness,
Is not adored even by a wife.

Give them their space,
Give them their privacy,
Give them their independence,
And don't endorse poachers.

Give them their respect,
Give them their secrecy,
Give them their homes,
And don't disturb their abodes.

Those who don't do that end up like:
Steve Irwin (2006) – Died when a Stingray barbed him to the heart
Cayetano Herrara (2017) – Killed by a jaguar while filming a documentary
Bradley Richard (2011) – Killed by a saltwater crocodile while snorkeling
Ben Nugent (2011) - Killed by a shark while surfing
Paul Rosolie (survived, but had a close call) - Almost killed by an anaconda while filming a documentary
Timothy Treadwell (2003) - Killed by a bear while filming a documentary

Even pet animals can **** you,
Stay alert, because this list is not exhaustive.

Please note that this is not an exhaustive list, and there may be other wildlife professionals who have lost their lives while working in the field.
My HP Poem #2051
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 12
I'm your X-Man,
Remember me?
You must, right?

I broke up with you,
You richly cursed me,
I met with an accident.

Almost died, but survived,
You came to look after me,
I survived that major one.

I woke up from the coma,
Not so soon as it took me,
But 3 weeks, oh 3 weeks.

I had forgotten the year past,
Most of it did wipe out in me,
All I recalled was your name.

Then I took 3 more months,
To recall what it took me,
To ultimately breakup.

So, I broke up once again,
Again you did curse me,
To eternal loneliness.

And until now, oh until now,
The breakups are done by me,
Whether girlfriends or fiancées.

But I've defeated a challenge,
Triviality you execrated me,
Yes. 'Twas your challenge.

So, you see now, do you?
Yes, you do, you do see me,
Yes, I'm successful again.

And to taste success,
The agony you gave me,
I braved all, all of that pain.

You, you I never cursed,
For you were loved by me,
I'm glad that you are happy.

However successful I may be,
An infinite grief still plagues me,
No real friends except my Father.

I should ignore the pain, you know,
My Father is here now for me,
I hope he is immortal.

I shall adopt a cat in future,
And the cat will love me,
Remove all the grief.

I'll carefully love that cat too,
Just like my Father loves me,
That liaison won't be brief.
My HP Poem #2050
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 11
Hair got disheveled,
Harry just went bald,
But scored anyway.
My HP Poem #2049
©Atul Kaushal
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