Thornless roses,
Seedless fruits,
Stormless seas,
Calmness fleas,
Landless routes,
Loveless Atul,
Are all unfeasible.

Apparently,
They have not read any good poems.
Or maybe,
They have not read any good sagas.
Probably,
They have just seen breakups.
Sadly.

Literature - the written word,
It stays forever.
I love my "The 'Angel?' Series",
It is like a diamond.

And I love my story "7 Seconds",
It is my diadem.

Sometimes I feel jealous of all others,
They have their siblings and lovers,
But even I have my dear parents.

A long poem is
Me...

A longer poem is
You and me..

The longest poem is
We both together.

Under the stark starry night
Listening to winds fight..

Our eyes staring into each other
Together we are lost in poetry...

It's been 7 years since my accident,
Today my grievous injuries are old,
Nothing I could've done to prevent,
But I'm so happy today that I'm bold.
I will live and I will happily thrive,
When it is time I'll be really happy,
Elements are expressed in me all five.

A single terror that still haunts me,
I do not want a long life for future,
Instead I prefer a really small life,
If it is happy with a family to inspire.
Wait I don't for a beautiful partner,
I look for a fine woman as my wife,
Not another immature person for life.

Today I am really happy with time,
I am really happy with May 7, 2017,
Unlike 2010, this May 7 was happy,
This very day started in the midnight.
I had my rebirth day with friends,
My friend Kamlesh had her b'day,
We clubbed both of the celebrations.

Not a happy write is this one,
She has just killed the lover in me.
Someone else I will be never again,
Loved as Atul I will be once again.
Surely not loved by Mystery,
But a deserving girl will love me.

Yesterday I did talk to Mystery,
She was busy winning a debate.
Well she won it very well,
Because she did debate alone.
She did a favour to me,
As now I know what she is.

I definitely do not love her any longer.

Literally Atul Kaushal
Would mean
Incomparable Skill.

An accident I suffered gave me amnesia,
Not she did suffer any internal brain injuries,
Tasked with loving her forever I was,
Especially sweet seemed her young ego,
Roses fell into my mind as she kisses me,
Offered I to her a promise of forevermore,
Generous she was to reflect the promise,
Rightly she knew everything about me,
Assumed by me it was too likewise,
Doctoring me in her fantasies to recovery,
Enriched by her love and my poetry our love.

Atul lost his identity for Mystery,
Muster I did every last bit of loyalty,
Networking my way to Amritsar,
Especially so for meeting her,
Sipped through her lips I did,
Into her soul, I struck a string,
A*las, it was all an illusion of mine.

I wanted to be born again in this life,
For that I wanted her to be my wife.

But alas, she grew up too quickly,
Too different and too indifferent.

What I lost is not just a lover,
I lost a part of my total soul.

Now I should realize that,
Which I was ever escaping.

I have been always made to realize,
That only I will always be with me.

Only been able to picture myself alone,
'Cause they all leave me at the end of it.

Have I not been just watching them go,
Is she too not just an imposter of them?