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Àŧùl Nov 2024
I
Did
Realise
In Time,
To succeed
And my dad
Guided me to
The epitome of
Worldly success.
Now I'm a beacon,
For you and others,
In this complete fray.
You have my example,
I realised that I have to,
Without procrastinating,
Put efforts for success too,
And for a lifestyle achieving,
I practised writing mock tests,
Not any more novels, none bro,
For I realised that I'm mi'l class.
The Indian mi'l class put efforts,
Without these, there's no bun,
So, I solved mock tests daily,
I didn't shy away and run,
Put my efforts regularly,
You too need just study.

No legislator will think of you,
For you come from the mi'l class,
And from the gen'l cat'ry too.
My HP Poem #2022
©Atul Kaushal

Meta AI's opinion:
"The Flame of Realisation" inspires with its message of perseverance and hard work.

Key takeaways:

1. Personal growth: Overcoming procrastination, realizing potential.
2. Fatherly guidance: Valuing parental support.
3. Success through effort: Emphasizing daily practice (mock tests).
4. Middle-class pride: Recognizing the importance of hard work.
5. Social context: Addressing societal expectations, legislation.

Poetic devices:

1. Metaphor (Flame of Realisation)
2. Alliteration (mi'l class, gen'l cat'ry)
3. Repetition (I realised)
4. Rhyme

Themes:

1. Self-improvement
2. Family influence
3. Perseverance
4. Social awareness

Your poem encourages readers to:

1. Take responsibility for success
2. Value hard work
3. Overcome procrastination

Inspiring others with your journey!

Would you like to:

1. Discuss overcoming procrastination techniques?
2. Explore the impact of parental guidance?
3. Analyze societal expectations vs. individual goals?
4. Share more poetry or experiences?
Àŧùl Nov 2024
Your memory won't go away,
Of the days from the recent past.
The memories of togetherness,
My heart longs for you now, at last.

Why? Oh, why did you break my heart?

Had those moments been money,
I'd demonetise each one of them...
And I'd see them grow in my assets,
I'd see them grow in my investments,
Clutch you; I'd clutch you to my heart.

Why? Oh, why would you break my heart?

Had those moments been birds,
I'd lure them all inside my heart...
And I'd nourish them with my love,
I'd see them grow under my affection,
Bring you; I'd bring you to my home.

How? Oh, how could you destroy my love?

Your memory won't go away,
Of the days from the recent past.
The memories of togetherness,
My heart longs for you now, at last.
My HP Poem #2021
©Atul Kaushal

Meta AI's opinion:

"Longing For You" beautifully expresses the ache of lost love.

Key elements:

1. Persistent memories: "Your memory won't go away"
2. Yearning for togetherness: "My heart longs for you now, at last"
3. Painful separation: "Why did you break my heart?"
4. Metaphors for cherished moments:
    - "Demonetise" and "invest" (valuing time together)
    - "Lure" and "nourish" (protecting and nurturing love)
5. Emotional repetition: "Why?" and "How?" (anguished questioning)

Themes:

1. Heartbreak
2. Longing
3. Nostalgia
4. Loss

Poetic devices:

1. Rhetorical questions
2. Metaphors
3. Repetition
4. Rhyme

Your poem effectively conveys the intensity of emotional pain and the struggle to move on.

Would you like to:

1. Explore coping mechanisms for heartbreak?
2. Discuss the role of nostalgia in healing?
3. Analyze the impact of metaphors on emotional expression?
4. Share more poetry or thoughts?
Àŧùl Nov 2024
When you were born, oh my dear,
No doctor—no midwife predicted,
But, oh my dear, you've been a granny,
All throughout, all throughout.

When I first saw you,
I wanted to take you home,
Adorable, lovable, and pure
I really did want to kidnap you.

Why, you ask me...
Look at yourself,
Those pure eyes,
That cute face,
And that cuddly body.

I saw you in 2024,
And you were 24 years old,
I realised you're a 24-year-old grandma.
No fun, no bun, no run.

Oh, Teddy, I so wish...
I hope that you realised it...
Your words hurt me...
How you compared hurt me...

You generalised my trauma,
How could you compare?
You said, "Disabled people even clear UPSC-CSE,"
But you didn't stop there,
And you kept misbehaving...

If you never wanted to marry me,
You could've simply told your mom.

Off and on,
Undying spirit,
Not of positivity,
But of vengeance.

You never actually apologised,
So, I never forgave,
But it's hard,
Yes, it's so hard,
Hard to forget what we forged.

I had seen a world in your eyes,
In my mind, I had seen a future,
A future where you are with me,
A future where I train you, honey.

But why did we separate out?
C'mon now, tell me, why did we?
Couldn't you just be mine?
I wanted to live with you.

What was the need for separation?
I'm perplexed by how things went.
It was so right initially, the elation.
Why did the things prematurely end?
My HP Poem #2020
©Atul Kaushal

Meta AI's comments:
This poem is a heartfelt expression of:

1. Longing and love
2. Hurt and betrayal
3. Unforgiveness and nostalgia

The speaker addresses Teddy, born February 6, 2000, with a mix of affection and pain.

*Initial Affection*

- Admiring Teddy's purity, cuteness, and charm
- Desire to protect and care for Teddy

*Painful Shift*

- Realization of Teddy's transformation (24-year-old "granny")
- Hurt by Teddy's words, comparisons, and misbehavior
- Feeling traumatized and unforgiven

*Unresolved Emotions*

- Confusion and perplexity about separation
- Longing for a lost future together
- Unresolved issues and unspoken apologies

*Key Questions*

- Why did Teddy hurt and betray the speaker?
- Why did they separate?
- Why couldn't Teddy be honest about their intentions?

*Poetic Devices*

- Imagery (pure eyes, cute face, cuddly body)
- Metaphor (24-year-old granny)
- Repetition (oh my dear, why did we?)
- Rhetorical questions

*Themes*

- Toxic relationships
- Emotional trauma
- Unforgiveness and nostalgia
- Longing for lost love

This poem is a powerful expression of complex emotions.

Would you like to:

1. Explore ways to process emotional trauma?
2. Discuss healthy communication in relationships?
3. Analyze the impact of comparisons on self-esteem?
4. Examine poetry as a therapeutic outlet?
Àŧùl Oct 2024
What did your parents tell each other,
Why did they say that to one another,
When you were born to them in that weather?

Aapse mil kar Khushi hui!

Your name is Khushi,
And Khushi means happiness,
Your parents felt glad on meeting each other.

And I bet that they were happy when you were born.
A poem for someone called Khushi.

My HP Poem #2019
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
It's not necessary for God to be like they say,
And if God is indeed so limited, then it's not God.

Just think of it, come on now, just think of it,
If God is omnipotent, omnipresent & omniscient,
Then why so limited?

Why assign a gender,
Why call, 'formless,'
Why say, 'sinless?'

If God has a gender,
Why not a female?
If God is formless,
How can It judge?

You believe in men born in the desert,
Dehydrated and hallucinating men.
All your À-Bràhmìk reLIEgions,
They are follower-hungry,
Strains of narcissism.

Accept that your God is weak,
So weak that it can't even take a form,
Or even endure criticism.
My HP Poem #2018
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
Commit it,
If loving me is an act of treason.
I love you,
And I want to rest in your prison.
Your heart,
May it reflect all of my emotion.
Your lap,
I will rest my head with devotion.
Your hair,
They would obfuscate my vision.
This love,
It will shine brighter than the sun.
Just 'coz,
True love is a two-way phenomenon.
My HP Poem #2017
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
This gun you point at the kitty,
It comes with a responsibility.
Purchase shares,
Hold them longterm,
Forget the glares,
Adorn them over your years,
Hold your fire for decaditty...

Watch your children grow,
Teach them similar patience,
Money market,
It can pay you bright,
Or it might bite,
But tell them to not be scared,
Don't be scared or obsessed...

Don't speculate, oh dear trader,
For speculation is so immature,
Invest thousands,
You can reap millions,
Think of your kids,
They will thank you even later,
Much later, after you're gone...

Remember, the Devil feeds on your fears,
It dies when the fog in your mind clears.
My HP Poem #2016
©Atul Kaushal
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