Oh, my heart,
You were lonely.

Oh, my heart,
You were grim.

Oh, my heart,
I finally found her.

Oh, my heart,
No longer grim.

Oh, my heart,
No longer lonely.

I feel so good when I am loved.
Getting loved is not in my control.
But I can still love you honestly.

You stay busy with your preferences,
Exchanging love is my Preference,
I love you so much, but I fear you too.

Tired of being tested, cheated & insulted,
He renamed himself as SORRY...
So that everyone apologizes to him,
For every single sin,
That he was made to suffer for,
But committed by all of them.

He faced death,
And survived.
He is unlucky,
And cursed...

Unlucky because,
He did not die...
Only to lead a half life...

Cursed because,
He is so lonely...
Only to lead a solo life...

Her round face,
The button nose,
And sweet voice.

Her glowing skin,
The plumpy chin,
And **** midriff.

Her friendly nature,
The Hïnđū outlook,
And divine soul.

Her infant thoughts,
The youthful spirit,
And zestful love.

How should I not love her?
She's my future partner of life,
And why not, she's my future wife.

-_-
I'm a very timid man within...
My BP shoots up when excited,
My breathing is heavy evermore,
On even thinking about loneliness,
Really, I know not what I can do,
Tasked with living life forever,
And a lonely life, that too, as
Lonely will be so lifeless.

Baby girl, I love you...
Oh my baby, I love you...

Cutie, I love you...
Cutie pie, I love you...

Golu, I love you...
Golumolu, I love you...

You're my best friend...
Only my closest friend...

You're my girlfriend...
Only I shall be your husband...

Is anyone else here,
Facing this problem
That every new poem
Becomes invisible for others?

Love...
My first true lover,
Indian Sänāŧänī beauty,
True like Đévī Kāmākhyā,
Actually in love with me forever,
Loving me like we are immortals,
Immortalized in our loving memories.

The voice in my head,
Tells me what you said.

It tells me about good things,
To my imagination, it lends its wings.

In my mind, our sky is blue,
I know at last this love is true.

Issues are to be resolved,
Problems are to be solved,
But
Parliaments are only dissolved.

1857 was some years older,
Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave.

No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder,
None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave.

No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver,
None consumed the patriotism wine agave.

Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were,
The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur.

Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better,
And I am sure about this administrator.

Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse,
And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor.

Shāh Jī is the best strategist,
And the team is just perfect.

Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor,
An example she is of the pink power.

Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker,
Wise old man for the nation.

Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated,
He heads the World Health Organization.

Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19,
Originated in MainlandChina.

Extinction, it is threatening,
Now we all turn to Hïnđū values.

Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific,
The blind faith belongs to aggressors.

The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,
In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains.

They say that history repeats itself,
Rām Rājyä beckons once again.

I do not know how, no I do not.
Some of their poems appear bad.

Some are out of rhyme,
Some are not worth a dime.

I don't know how the legendary poets
Came to be known as legendary...

Perhaps because they had no reference
They had no parallels either
And so, they couldn't read others...

I am writing my 1866th poem
However, I read a lot more of them.

Talk about modern poets,
Some of them presume cussing,
To be good, to be divine
Like the evening wine.

We both are eager to meet,
How beautiful the day will be,
We can, right now only, imagine.
Let me inform you to avoid my scars,
Through my eyes, I offer a gateway,
A gateway to the brighter future.
Focus on my eyes, not the scars.

We both are eager to meet,
How beautiful the day will be,
We can, right now only, imagine.
Let me inform you to avoid my scars,
Through my eyes, I offer a gateway,
A gateway to the brighter future.
Focus on my eyes, not the scars.

Writing you
In my mortal coil
Never I expected you to
Walk out of my imagination
Even in a secret desire
But you did, baby
Yes you did.

I had abdicated
You came on 29 Feb
Unexpectedly you came
Out of Kalpana, the imagination
Seeking advice from me
On the difficult path
I came out of past.

You are the harbinger of hope
For my dying soul, you are dope
My dark days & gloomy nights end
Now that my twilight shines so bright
I not any longer shall need to bend
My gladness in darkness I *****
I shall come out with this rope.

No,
I'm not as faithful as a mutt.

Because dogs shuffle *******,
Just like playboys change beaches.

But yes,
I am as faithful as a swan.

Because time goes awn and awn,
Swans don't desert their partners.

These are my thoughts for you,
In my arms every night, you will perish.

Yes, you will squirm and squiggle,
When my tongue inside you, I shall swivel.

Yes, you will lose yourself in my embrace,
When I shall touch you, you will live again.

Yes, when moonlight will glitter your face,
Then I shall kiss you back till forever.

Yes, you will love me more and more,
Intensely and insanely, in sweet pain.

People are dropping dead.

People are dropping dead,
Not many in my town
But in big cities,
They are dying en masse
And the silence is scaring me.

Yet again.

Yet again,
I can hear my own blood
Gushing through my ears,
Silly me, I am scared,
More for my loved ones,
And less for myself.

Will we?

Will we all die soon?
Or shall I survive this?
I hope that if my loved ones die,
I do too.
Because I'm afraid of loneliness,
I have a serious kind of autophobia.

Nay!

Humanity can't go extinct!
Humanity won't go extinct.
It will soon be alright.
Just wait and watch,
How Vishnu takes care of us,
How Shiva takes out the evil,
How the world will turn for good.

I wonder what my title will be,
When we are getting married.

Would it be Chiranjeevi,
Or it will be Doctor?

Long-living is Chiranjeevi,
And a PhD-holder is a Doctor.

No, my Darling, I will prefer,
To me, people should refer,
As the Poet Atul Kaushal.

It's such a beautiful feeling,
In my heart and my mind.
It's not a thought just fleeting,
In my life it's a deep thought.

I want you for my dear life,
Putting all my efforts for you.
I see in you, my future wife,
A trump card I found in you.

Together, we shall win this war,
You just keep loving me, my friend.
Together, we shall make eternal love,
Keep blooming, oh my best friend.

It was KG,
And
I was very lazy.

Not instinctively so,
But
Because it was all so easy.

Suddenly I was in Class I!
And
I was very simply terrorized!

Enter mathematics class!
And
I was so confused!

Why the hell 1 and 1 became 2
And
Not 11???!!!

Then came calculus,
And
It was everywhere!!!

dy/dx, d^2y/dx^2 and d^3y/dx^3
And
Their integrations!!!

I chose science just for science
And
Not for mathematics!

However, a voice told me
That
Science can't exist without mathematics!

And I am a science lover.

They did not predict about the British,
They did not predict about the Towers,
They did not predict the Desert Scourge.

Still, they accurately predicted,
sic
End of the world on 21 June 2020.

In my opinion,
THE MAYANS
Needed something to **** time,
So they decided to predict,
And their predictions be
Such foolish and baseless.

ALL IS WELL

The television news channels,
They are all fear-mongering brothels,
Which run on the terror they can imbue to our minds.

I Am Father Time.
I keep changing your life.

At times, I am the stormy weather.
At others, I am the calm breeze.

You worship the wrong deities.
You make wars misinterpreting me.

I am the sole Creator,
I am the only Conserver,
I am the real Destroyer.

And,
It is Me, who you should worship.

Because I can.

Robert Clive.
He was an agent of the Brutish British,
And he brought misery to my Bhaarat.

For me, she is the dream I am living,
Right, every second of the day,
I have to pinch myself again & again,
Especially when she says the golden words,
Nearly fainting, I control myself,
Desperate to be her to be my wife,
Sweeter possibilities beckon us both.

For her, I am her living guardian angel,
Of paradise, she's a beautiful citizen,
River Brahmputra washes her soul,
Expedited she has the delivery of happiness,
Victory will be ours, our love will win,
Enjoying we shall be the struggle,
Reason it for separating, we shall not.

My dream girl, she is the cutest in the world,
I am so lucky that I know her, I know an incarnation,
To Đévī Kāmākhyā, I bow my head,
At long last, she came to my life,
Lesser she feels like a stranger,
In the jigsaw of my life, she has all the missing pieces.

An angel must have smiled and nodded,
To The Power's commands,
Unlimited potential for happiness and romance,
Love and faithfulness are our virtues.

Every tiny bit about you,
I love it, yes, I do.
I feel elated and elevated,
Each night, I promise to hold you tight,
Only as tight to make you feel warm,
To make you feel that you are only mine.

Oh how you think that only urbane can write
And publish them blindly thinking it's right
It's nothing but actually underestimation.

You refused to publish my responsible story
And instead published his inspired glory
It's truly nothing but underestimation.

7 Seconds is a story about the Indian system,
Of education and equality but you rejected it
It's on your part a crude underestimation.

You don't worry I won't file a case against your celebrity author who instead of guiding me with further steps in publication, copied my story and changed the nouns along with the setting to totally lift one significant part of it.

All the strength of my impertinent love.
I shall be the August Landmesser.

Low I shall keep my arm en masse,
Of course, I shall not heil the Führer,
Viewing my parents as the dictators, I am,
Expect me they do forget the love of yours.

Yet I shall not comply with their orders,
Of course, I shall always love only you,
Unless I am successful, rest I shall not.

Because I am a life scientist,
And I must memorize long words.

I can not be afraid of long words,
Such as phosphatidylethanolamine,
And pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

So, stay away, Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia!

Some parents try to control their children,
There's nothing wrong with controlling them,
No, there's nothing wrong with it, they think,
And they keep on doing it and dictating them.
As they find nothing wrong with it, they do it.
They satisfy the unrelinquished egos of their own,
Suffocating the children even after they grow up.

Baby girl, I love you...
Oh my baby, I love you...

Cutie, I love you...
Cutie pie, I love you...

Golu, I love you...
Golumolu, I love you...

You're my best friend...
Only my closest friend...

You're my girlfriend...
Only I shall be your husband...

Our bed will await us,
It will be decorated, and,
With many flowers so various.

That night will surely descend,
From the heavens for me,
Just as for me you arrived.

We shall start a new life,
It will be our marriage, and,
Of two different Hïnđū cultures.

It will be an upgrade for us both,
That night will bring us closer,
Both to each other & to spirituality.

We shall unite as one body,
We are already one soul,
You know that, my fluff baby.

It shows old posts as new ones,
And the new ones just disappear in thin air.

Corona made people Jäïn,
People are turning vegetarian.

Stock markets made us Đïgämbär Jäïn,
Now we're pauper & don't have any clothes.

Đïgämbär Jäïn don't wear any clothes,
They stay **** as a part of their penance.

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I find your cheeks so smooth.

Love undying has found you,
Of all the beauty in the world,
Victorious I am over your love,
Escape the blues I do with you.

Your voice is also the smoothest,
Oh – you sing hymns of Křšņä,
Under wicked sky, me you pacify.

Most precious gift is your smoothness,
I shall definitely relish your beauty,
Tasked with your happiness,
Ah, I shall love to know your knitty-gritty,
Loving me will be your goodness,
I am here forever to stay.

ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ
I have been in love before, yes, but read on.

Lesser I was treasured,
Of my efforts I was never respected,
Vines of their mockeries and deceit,
Even pushed me to self-destruction.

You finally descended, love,
Oh you did & I shall always be happy,
Untill I have you by my side.

My dear enamorata,
I am so very lucky, and,
Truly jinxed by your beauty,
Aim of a romantic life,
Lies in front of us,
I shall never stop being lovingly.

~~~~~~~
Be My Doll

Be my doll,
I want to play with you.

Be my doll,
I want to decorate you.

Be my doll,
I want to change your clothes.

Be my doll,
I want to desecrate you.

Be my doll,
I want to possess you.

Be my doll,
I want to pick you in my arms.

Be my doll,
I want to keep you with me.

Be my doll,
I want to marry you.

Be my lady,
I want you to take me as your lord.

Our Āryāvärŧä is in danger,
Our home planet since eternity,
Now we must all perform an exodus.

A mass exodus wasn't something we planned,
It's an emergency as our planet disintegrates,
Our home has now endured a nuclear war.

The third orb in the Helios system supports life,
We must vacate this planet and go to that one,
We must, regretfully, forget our memories.

The planet currently houses primitive life,
We shall escape this unfortunate nuclear strife,
We need to utilize that planet for our own good.

The big C that kills us here,
It would not be there,
At least for the time being.

We shall go the Āryän speed,
Call the planet Přŧhvī now,
Since we need a Mother.

Goodbye, oh planet Āryāvärŧä,
You were the Hïnđū Māŧřä Bhūmï,
Now New Horizons we must choose.

I shall be there for you,
You only need to promise me.

I need your words of passion,
You must say the words of assurance.

I'm same as you, Atul.
We're made of the same matrix.
I often stand out of my body & think so.

Teach me how to dance,
I have two left feet.
I want to gyrate with you.
Teach me how to love,
I always get so deep.
I wish to father kids with you.
Teach me how to live,
I want to grab the beat.
I want to live completely with you.

Oh my Prosperity,
Oh my Serendipity.
Oh my Destiny,
Oh my Honey,
Oh my Austerity,
Oh mother of my Posterity,
Where are you?

I never know how my future will be,
I get attached strongly & very quickly.

I end up feeling used up and sickly,
I hope that someday happy I shall be.

We, as Hïnđū Đhärmä followers must dispel the misconceptions about us.

#HinduDoesNotMeanBlackThief
#HinduDharmaIsNotAReligionButAWa­yOfLife
#SanatanDharmMeansTheEternalDiscipline

According to The Bhāgwäđ Gīŧā, there can be 4 broad types of people based on their spiritual tuning:
1. A theist: ¹ idolatrous, ² non-idolatrous
2. An atheist: still verifies the existence of the Päräbrähmä by not believing in It
3. An agnost: cares only about the Kärmä and fruit
4. Evil: does every bad deed in and out of the book – only they are not supposed to live.

Also remember:
Idol worshipping is prescribed as just an add-on feature. Hïnđū humans have held this misconception for too long that we have formed staunch opinions about idols. There are the following forms of worship:
1. Brähmpūjé: Doesn't necessitate an idol
2. Đéväpūjé: Even idols of minor deities are worshipped
3. Präđhānpūjé: Believe in all major and minor deities but worship only the one main deity such as Đürgā, Säräswäŧī, Läkšmī, or Kāŧyāyänī, or others, or the male deities such as Gäņéśä, Śïvä, Rāmä, Křšņä, Vïšņü, or (rarely) Brähmā.

#IdolWorship #Hindu #HinduRaashtra #HinduDharmaMeansCivilizedReligion #HinduShouldBeCleanAndKind #HinduMustBeEducated  #life  #thoughts  #inspiration  #diary  #nature  #love
#RealReligionOfPeace

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I am my best friend and mentor,
If I am alive, I don't need anyone,
And I feel connected to the Creator.

The over I ball only has two *****,
I sprinkle the pitch with thickets,
I get spent up and the over is up.

As you will not be there
Because you are a bad girl
So, it will be so lonely there

Now.
I am so tired.
Now.
I want to sleep.
Now.
I am so sick of it.
Now.
Let me just sleep.
Now.
And never wake up.

But.
I think that I am cursed.
And.
I am dead already.
Now.
I live in a hell.
And.
Hell is a brazenly lonely place.
Just.
Let me sleep forever.

I fear immortality.
I am already so lonely.
I shall be lonelier after some decades.
My parents are not here for forever.
And humanity is so selfish.
People are so self-centered.
They don't care about others.
They just exact their selfish aims.

They bed people casually.
Why.
They just **** and forget.
Why.
Won't they have to love?
Never.
Why?
Because someone broke them.
How?
Someone shattered their heart.

So?
Now it's a chain reaction.

I want to sit with you,
While you read my novel,
Or my poems,
Or listen to me singing,
Coz it's only words,
And words are all I have,
To take your heart away...

I want to entice you,
With the words,
Of my romance,
Of my purity,
Coz it's only words,
And words are all I have,
To take your heart away...

I want to ****** you,
While you are near me,
On my bed,
On my mind,
Coz it's only words,
And words are all I have,
To take your heart away...

I want to relax you,
With a massage,
On your chair,
On your command,
Coz it's only words,
And words are all I have,
To take your heart away...

I want to entertain you,
With my songs and massage,
In your beautiful ears,
On your tired shoulders,
Coz it's only words,
And words are all I have,
To take your heart away...

I want to admire you,
With my adoring gaze,
On your shaky self,
On your unsure eyes,
Coz it's only words,
And words are all I have,
To take your heart away...

I want to complete you,
With all my pieces,
In your body,
In your soul,
Coz it's only words,
And words are all I have,
To take your heart away...