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Àŧùl Dec 2016
Yes, today I tell you about naïvety,
Our bright moments all got faded,
Up high above the sky love took you,
Raze you did my love to ground.

Hardworking is a trait of the naïve,
Escaping is the trait of others.
As innocent they might behave,
They might not be dupable.

Innocent people work dedicatedly,
Not the saying the same for smart ones.

Yelp they often for help,
Often they do so for ease,
Underworking lifelong,
Resting most of the time.

Lies you construed for convenience,
Infinite and uncountable lies,
Fife of carelessness you played,
Especially in your romantic life.

Wish they do for an easy life,
Ill they unintentionally wish for you,
Long they will for an expert,
Lastly they will follow their lazy heart.

Teeming with tears your eyes are left,
An aching heart eventually gives away,
Keen to relax with your love they are,
Eastward or westward escape won't help you.

You will rue your actions one day,
Our memories you might forget,
Unto paradise youth will not come.

Down the whirlpool of memories I sink,
Of your guilt you will also feel bad,
Win my heart you did with your naïvety,
Now you are matured as self-centred.

Taste you will many serums,
Of different people they will be.

Another Atul won't cross your way.

Bringing any friends won't help,
Ringing any relatives won't either,
Of loneliness it will be a big hell,
The dome of love you despise,
Have it your way right now,
Enjoy now when you can,
L*ife will settle scores...
I want my heart back.

HP Poem #1295
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2016 · 1.4k
Unrequited Idolism
Àŧùl Dec 2016
They say that they despise idol worshiping,
But it's easier said than done,
As they still recall their names lavishly.

Often around their neck they are wearing,
But he never asked them to do,
A miniature replica they frequently wear.
HP Poem #1294
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2016 · 1.1k
Waxy Love
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Scared before she could be my only wife,
Flew away on my tender touch a dove.

Abandoning the sinking relation-ship,
Caring not about the poetical trove.

She let me drown in the gifted grief,
Never cared to give me a shove.

To my eyes, it was just another blip,
Her hand was never in my glove.

The calm sound of happiness fife,
Than ego, she wants it not above.

It is strange how she lost grip,
Always like a princess dove.

Melted in heat of real life,
Such was her waxy love.
Rhyme scheme:
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Rhyming is not a job for the dumb.
They hate rhyming poems.
Such fake inferior poets please excuse me.

HP Poem #1293
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2016 · 567
Pure Politics
Àŧùl Dec 2016
@OfficeOfRG hacked their own account,
Then blamed the prime minister for it!
How they just reject the Digital India,
They want to take the nation back...
They are not faithful to humanity,
INC is not good for the nation...
And AAP follows the fashion!
The opposition in India behave so literally.
They don't have any constructive criticism.
Their intentions aren't good for the nation.

AAP is the Aam Aadmi Party (literally the Common Man Party)

INC is the Indian National Congress.

HP Poem #1292
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2016 · 785
Jump!
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Come, let your body freeze,
But don't you dare dump.
Come, let us climb trees,
From the top we shall jump.
A safety line is what He ties,
It is holding us by the ****.
Don't be afraid, just look into my eyes,
Be faithful or you'll get a baby bump!
Main poem rhyme scheme:
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The poem is meant for confidence-building.

HP Poem #1291
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2016 · 454
Waltzing Images
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I put all the effort I could,
I scanned all methods over,
But I could not get rid of them,
Your memories in my head,
And the waltzing images.
Images of you hugging me,
Your face cupped in my hands,
Our eyes lost in each others'.
HP Poem #1290
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
We were higher above the entire planet,
And maybe you are afraid of heights.
I tried to conserve the relationship,
But so scared you jumped off it..
Come, hold my hand again,
Why scared of the pain...
Come where sky is not the limit.
HP Poem #1289
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
The beach should be so special,
I want to go to a beach with you.
I want us to go to a private beach,
And give you an Australian greeting.
My missile will touch your bombs,
And then make way to your silo,
The Australian greeting is ****.
HP Poem #1288
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 1.0k
Derangement In Youth
Àŧùl Nov 2016
In these youth that only ditch,
There is a thread loosely stitch,
They gave a name for the glitch.

They just feel so entangled,
If I could satiate the deranged,
I would have felt happier & loved.

Not in the slightest her fault,
The fault is in my safety vault,
I can't protect it by adding salt.

She had her personality affected,
On the borderline of love she was,
She might get better when matured.

So I will wait for her to grow up,
Because mangoes are sour unripe,
So she might not repent her flurry.

Even though she is upset now,
I should patiently wait for her,
Us both together, life be wow!

She suffers a borderline personality disorder,
And I suffer its deranged consequences,
But I have not given up yet on her.
Of course, it was a relationship,
And every ship sails in waters,
Salt gets dissolved in water.

So she got bored when the salt subdued.
She is beautiful, young and youthful.
She shows the Borderline Personality Disorder.

It is marked by quick changes in opinions.

In BPD, people have dramatic changes in their interpersonal relationships, self-image, moods, and behaviour. Borderline personality disorder usually becomes evident in adolescence or early adulthood and becomes less common with age.

And her BPD is to be blamed for my loss.

Main poem rhyme scheme:
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HP Poem #1287
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 399
I Love You
Àŧùl Nov 2016
It is only you whom I love,
The one who is on my mind,
When I am turned on in heat.
My lust for you is so pure,
I know that you lust for mine,
When you are turned on in heat.
Why then this distance, dear?
HP Poem #1286
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 504
Why I Can Not Ever Move On
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I invested all my love on you,
And the world knows about it.

Neither anyone else wishes me,
Nor do I wish anyone else to.
Rhyme scheme:
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HP Poem #1285
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Neither will you be able to forget me,
Nor will you be able to forgive yourself.
Not so easily.
Whenever you are going to read poems,
Or you will listen to somebody's songs,
Your heart will think of the estranged lover,
The one who never cheated.

Those springs, those moonlit nights,
Those sceneries painted in words,
You will remember my poems,
Then my thoughts will unavoidable.

I had your bare face in my hands,
Just like a scented flower of rose,
And you had clung to my voice,
How will you be able to forget,
Such a magical recent time.

You were always eager to see me,
Such a period has passed you by,
If you think these are sweet lies,
Ask your own frozen heart,
And it will come to life.

Neither will you be able to forget me,
Nor will you be able to forgive yourself.

Even I am unable to forget you,
You are my sole soulmate.
But you are not able to forgive yourself,
I am able to forgive you whenever.
I will take this period just as testing times,
I am mature and I will never forget you.
I am not going to move on for yourself.
What if someday you come and say,
*"It was a serious test of your love!"
You will not forget,
I will easily forgive.
You just need to come back,
No apologies expected.
Just you need to be back.

I just remembered the words, you had said.
You had cautioned me, "There will come a time when you will be posed with an option to move on and find a suitable daughter-in-law for your parents."

Well, that time is here and I have an answer for you,
"My parents are not going to lead my life,
I know my parents' choices are bad,
They have chosen each other..."

HP Poem #1284
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 442
Every Deed That I Do
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Every deed that I do,
Leads me unto you.
Wherever you may go,
You are in my vision.

You're unable to control,
Your own ego.
I don't fear separation,
But I fear your harm.
And your ego can take you low,
It can drown you in its charm.
At present it gives you pride,
Vain pride it gives to you.

But I am here only,
Just for you.
Lest you decide,
To make a comeback.
Don't worry, I will wait only for you,
Because my love is true.
You should identify your true lover,
For there are very few.
I do not know if you already chose,
A lover that is new.

HP Poem #1283
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Is someone's EGO,
For satiating their ego,
They will go to any extent.
HP Poem #1282
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Oh my estranged lover,
What is my mistake?
To care about you,
And to suggest?
That too,
For your own good?
I never wanted any control.

Oh my sweetest lover,
What is my crime?
To selflessly love you,
And to support?
That as well,
For yourself?
I only wanted a lifelong friend.

Perhaps, a friend has an end,
But I wanted you as my lover,
And a lover is for forever?
I started to suggest,
At your own request,
Have you forgotten?
I just wanted to care about you.

Then you say that you have parents,
And they care for you as well,
You are their first born.
And you have two siblings,
Then why do you put up strange demands,
Have you forgotten Manya & Atharv too?
I tell you the rudest words because these are the crudest truth.

Do you know when your father will take a loan,
Supposedly from one of the private banks,
What he will have to pledge against it?
Maybe his car or more,
Perhaps his business office,
Or maybe the home?
I will suggest you against going overseas to study.

Do not you know India has the best education,
Ranked number one since ages long ago,
Where you transpire to go leaving it?
Trust me you do not,
I know that,
But what about your family?
Will you surely repay your loan by yourself?

Baby, you are immature and a control freak,
Controlling me was almost acceptable then,
But why do you control your father?
I love you like anything,
Your father loves you too,
But do you love anyone but yourself?
Wake up from your fantasies and face the reality.
If you have that grit in you,
Get your guts ready for competition in India,
Because if away you will go then it will be wrong for your family.

This was not a letter requesting you to come back to me.
No, I don't want such an immature babe.
But this was just a request,
That your father's patience you don't test.
Under your pressure and childish demands, he might break.
He is a really strong man and I respect him so much.
Whatever you decide, please be wise.
If you decide to be a psychologist, it's okay.
Do read your own psyche at first.

HP Poem #1281
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 1.1k
You're My Pikachu!
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Did not you use to eat my brains out,
Seeking to eat my thoughts and memories,
Did you not use to impose your own?
This is a funny write about the Pika disorder!

HP Poem #1280
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
The common Indians, famous for visions,
But actually infamous for their laziness.
Me included.
We need to rise above such lucid dreaming,
Then we will observe our world improving.
Yes, surely.
And we won't feel the need to study elsewhere.

The Indians who move out are necessarily required,
To do petty cleaning or similar petty jobs,
Your ego is too big for that.
As much I have known you, you can't handle it,
And I believe that I have known you the best,
Your traits are all known to me.
And that is why I keep on advising you, often needlessly.

I know why you are upset and hopeless regarding me,
Because I have always tried to be your parent,
I tried to be your gaurdian angel.
But you have killed the love inside you by yourself,
I don't fear my own eternal loneliness as much,
As much I fear your eventual failure.
And your probable self-destructive nature at that time.
HP Poem #1279
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 1.2k
Selective Loss
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Unlike my life before the accident,
I now have short-term amnesia,
But you are stuck here permanently.

Tujhe bhoolna to chaah bhi nahin sakta,
Kuch aise bas gayi hai dil-o-dimaag mein,
Fark nahin padta tujhe kuch, oh zaalima.
HP Poem #1278
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 441
Perspectives
Àŧùl Nov 2016
People see my love,
For you, my love,
In these poems,
Which you consider differently,
That you would say are evil,
Probably inept of your attention,
But I do not control anyone.

Not even my own body.
My body has started revolting and I can feel it coming.

Nothing gets digested.

No balance or control.

Respiration is no better.

My memory is even worse.

You made a smart decision for yourself.

I wholly endorse your decision.

Don't worry about me, I was just a phase.

So yes, I'm better left alone during the end of my days.

You be happy.

HP Poem #1277
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Our mother nature,
You are not at all,
To punish the innocent man.

Yes, mother nature does that,
But you do it,
To satisfy your ego.

All your plans failed,
Not due to me,
But because of yourself.

Did you not make yourself,
Creep into dust,
Fearing honest work.

Planning endlessly,
Working never,
Just decorating dreams.

The little bird you plan,
Plan to go away,
Off to foreign lands.

But in the stark reality,
You are just a chicken,
Scared to work hard.
If you can dare anything,
Study your MBBS in India,
Don't fly off on your family.

Private banks have education loans,
A true thing I don't disagree on,
But have you ever thought of repayment?

The private banks in India,
They have their own mafia,
To extract the loan money.

Please understand,
Don't try to understand me,
Just try to understand your father.

It's him you are punishing worse than me,
He will surely send you and pledge his property on it,
But have you ever thought about how?

Come on, you be a brave girl, crack PMT exams,
I won't be posting it here if you listened to me,
But I doubt if you would even open my emails.

The innocent man in the title is not me,
It is your own father who will fulfil all your wishes,
At the expense of his own honour.

I am over you,
There's nothing I could do to save the relationship,
Your ego issues are too big.

HP Poem #1276
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 968
Lovelorn
Àŧùl Nov 2016
She crept up my veins,
And highjacked my heart,
Before dumping it.
HP Poem #1275
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 1.6k
Shaayad|Maybe
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Shaayad mar chuka hai Bhagwan,
Tabhi to zameer bikte hain yahan.

Maybe God is decaying and is stale,
This is why consciences are on sale.
An Urdu|Hindi couplet and its translation.
An intended pun on the rampant corruption.
Probably God is dead and so there's limitless corruption.

HP Poem #1274
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 1.5k
Oh Mādäk Babe!
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Teri kaaya ka main kaayal hoon,
Teri hansi ka main deewaana hoon,
Aur teri aankho ka to main khud hoon.

I am so impressed by your figure,
I am so crazy for your laughter,
And of your eyes I myself am.
Mādäk as an adjective in Hindi means any intoxicant/stupefying.

In this context it simply means ****.

HP Poem #1273
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 771
I Know Her Childish Self
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Her heart might shift back towards me,
Never realizing what she does herself,
She underrates her loving mother,
Aspiring to go to foreign lands,
She thinks life is easier there,
Knowing not life is harder,
And so she might change,
Changing her standpoint,
Her mind towards India,
I wait for her marriage,
If she's happy after it,
I will forget her too,
And I will marry,
Some other girl,
Proposing me,
Otherwise,
Waiting for her,
I will be.
I have girls proposing me marriage,
But I am just waiting for her to realize,
Realize the mistakes she made.

HP Poem #1272
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
The one for whom I forgot my identity,
Thinks I would devour up her identity.

I became reincarnated as Someone Else for her,
In my heart, I just had a respect for her.

Caring for her I was her guardian angel,
Rubbed of separation was every angle.

Still, she gave me that deafening grief,
Not weeping as tears have bereft me.

I will just overcome her grief one day,
The day I am poet Atul once again.

With other men in her wild dreams,
She makes love just so many times.

The way she often shares her bed,
I will just assume her to be dead.
She is an addict of video chatting behind locked doors.

HP Poem #1271
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 488
Her Palace Of Wild Cards
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I** am not so dumb

Kronos wept when you deceived
Not knowing what exactly you did
Of late I now have known it all
What you did in pretence

What pretence you can ask
How could you even ask
An explanation you owed me
Till things could've been fixed

Yucky all your fake love
On your family I feel pity
Unashamed you will thrive

Dope he took to take you high
In the night for hours together
Doomed could have been my life

If I had married you in future
Not a faithful partner you made

When we had started
I should have taken it easy
Not so easy is to be plain sincere
Terminal velocity my love reached
Erring en route the rules I breached
Road accident bothers me not as much

2 were our hearts in love
0 was the problem until
1 vile man came to you and
4 hours you stayed in his room
What you had shown to me as my name embossed below your neck,
Was actually a collection of love bites.
Whose love bites?
You know better,
It was his name and marks.

I could clearly read ABHI on your chest.

The pretence you cited was my unavailability whenever you required to satisfy your horribly strong *** drive.

He came and met you while I was just unable to attend you properly as I was busy securing the property deal down the South for our decent future together.

You are so wicked and so unfaithful.

HP Poem #1270
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I am too **** for you to break my heart,
I ****** back from you the privilege I gave.
Now you should sit back and keep watching,
With pure awe look at what I have.
Not anymore I need it again,
With death a close shave.

A girl with high morals,
Now I shall patiently await.
Will pure love suffice for anyone,
Not that I desperately need love myself,
I would catch the tear drops of yours,
I am too sensitive for you to have.
HP Poem #1269
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 888
If You Think
Àŧùl Nov 2016
If you think that I shall shy away,
Concede my defeat at their hands,
Then you have never been yourself,
And you have never known Atul,
You have just known your defeat,
If you think that I will let you...

No, I am not a loser in life,
I have such remaining time,
When atrophy won't hurt me,
And death won't do us apart,
You just know my name,
If you had known me, you won't be leaving...

Leaving me in my labyrinthine thoughts,
Of why you left without a good reason,
Why me being so faithful wasn't enough,
Oh how the worldly vices attracted you,
More than I ever could've managed to,
Loving you is the sole motto of my life...
HP Poem #1268
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 2.9k
A Seasick Sailor
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I used to be a great sailor,
But then I was sea sick,
So I just got retired,
Scared I am of all the ships,
Especially of relationships,
I don't want to **** myself sweetly,
So scared.
HP Poem #1267
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 2.8k
I Am Sexy
Àŧùl Nov 2016
If I could have married myself,
I would definitely do that.
I am ****,
I am so ****,
I am very ****,
I am so very ****,
I am definitely ****.

I love my soft heart,
I love my wisdom,
I love my looks,
I love myself,
I love Atul.
I would create a clone of mine,
I will be so happy marrying myself.

I refuse to give someone the rights,
If they are not capable of keeping them,
And if they would give another heartbreak,
Several times I failed myself in relationships,
Grabbing a new one if the earlier drowned,
But it too starts to be sinking very soon,
I refuse to trust someone else again.
And if I ever missed out on a heartbreak,
I myself will be doing that,
Because I kindled one too many dreams.

HP Poem #1266
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 358
Come!
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Darkness of my life beckons you,
Come back with the light you took,
All the light was taken away by you,
Far 'way from me happiness you took,
Days remain counted & breaths so few,
Spare inside my heart at least one look,
Maybe that'll breathe in me a life anew.
Just a poem.
All readers may interpret it as they like.
Any similarity is just a coincidence.

HP Poem #1265
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Staying and not giving up is brevity,
And I have a lot of that within me,
Developed even more with time.

This – all of this – is just a challenge,
Have not I faced more serious time,
At the doors of hell trapped was me,
Thermal oven my forehead became.

Yes, unnatural temperatures of fever,
Off my forehead rose moist fumes,
Underrated my chances of living.

Greatly influenced by my loneliness,
A* strength of bearing just anything,
Very pure are such lovely feelings,
Escaping I am never my destiny.

Understood I never why you gave up,
P**lus I see you adamantly remain same.
I had all the reasons to give up,
But I didn't because I am brave,
And I am proud of myself for all what I bear,
The first doctor gave up on me like a coward.

HP Poem #1264
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Thundering showers take their place permanently,
Drench me they do sans any water falling onto me,
Showers descend ferociously with blinding lights...

Come, I beckon you to these unseen roads,
Come, give in to all my melodious odes,
You should listen to painful modes...

How do the torrential rains make me bleed within,
So sober it seems as it makes the rain seep deeper,
The tears drain inside my heart, searing harshly...
I can not ever move on.
All coz I do not wish to.
I can't leave a scope for you to say someday,
"You didn't leave any scope for falling back."
I will spend my remaining life in loneliness if it has to be so.

HP Poem #1263
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 801
Inexplicable Pretence
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I can't explain all the things,
Just because there are some things,
Few people won't want me to understand...
One such thing is her divorcing me pre-wedding,
I will die with the immortal failed love for her,
Which I have kindled and fondled in my heart...
She gives the pretence of incompatibility,
But I am as much a human being as herself...

Probably she was scared of my behaviour,
That very part where I always keep suggesting,
Suggesting her steps to improve herself...
She evades my love under the pretence of incompatibility.

HP Poem #1262
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
You have left your imprint,
On each one of my mannerisms,
Underlining my psyche.

Loving your tantrums,
Overgrew my age,
So dearly loving you,
Ever so deeply I used to.

Minding your misdoings not,
E*ver I was useful for you.
HP Poem #1261
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
My love for you, oh my darling,
Is permanent like the sun in the sky,
No matter the distance between us,
It is here permanently with me,
A grand boon, it induces happiness,
Is so desirable for all of the humans,
Like a forever shadow of mine.
HP Poem #1260
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 755
You Are
Àŧùl Nov 2016
My
Adorable
D*arling

I
Do
Not
Think
Of
You
Every
N­ight
Every
Morning!
A funny write

HP Poem #1259
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Na tu mera raha,
Na main tera raha.
Khoi hain khushiyaan kahaan,
Chhaaen hain gham hi yahaan.
Gham ki is baarish mein,
Bheeg raha hoon main.
Aur aansu aa gaye,
Palko se chhalke...
Aur aansu aa gaye,
Phir se nikal ke...

You're not mine,
Nor am I yours.
Lost are the happy moments,
Beseeching is this sadness.
In this rain of blues,
Here I get drenched.
And the tears spilled,
Spilling from the eyelids...
And tears appeared,
Seeping out once again...
The second breakup song I created.

HP Poem #1258
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 971
My Arms Are Wide Open
Àŧùl Nov 2016
If you decide to come back,
With an open heart,
I'll keep my tools ready,
Performed will be an open-heart surgery,
Where an incision into your heart,
Will be made to remove the blockage,
Then love will flow unobstructed in your heart.

The various crap you read about love I meant,
That surely is the chief restricting factor,
It has cost you the pure true love,
It did cost you the caring nature of mine,
I've lost the will to live,
With my sad heart,
If you will rather not come.

My body has started revolting,
Pushed I am closer to oblivion,
Though my arms still long for you,
I have my second thoughts too,
Because if I die soon after marriage,
As is already most probable,
I don't want to widow you.

So I give you the modern window you seek,
The window to happiness & harmony,
Go ahead and grasp the opportunity,
Worry not about the blame,
Because I bear the responsibility,
Cost it would more lot of money,
I fear cancer for the expenses.

Fear I don't the cost,
There are few wellwishers,
Relatives and acquaintances,
Who might help me bear the cost,
Fear I do the ensuing loneliness,
**** me it would for sure,
I fear a quiet seclusion.

Because once I could bear it,
Twice it would rather **** me,
For I am not the immortal god,
Scared I'm as ending days ****,
Beckon me does a lonely death,
Death which I no longer fret,
But loneliness is a threat.

For she failed to cease my heart once,
She might as well fail even twice,
Death has had old scores with me,
Averted she was the last time,
Coz I suspect my own body now,
My happiness destiny will mow,
Give me it will grief of loneliness.
HP Poem #1257
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 383
The Pen Name
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Born a single kid,
Living a single man,
Will die alone.
I am The Lonely Bard.

HP Poem #1256
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 1.5k
Guru
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I was her unauthorised teacher,
She got bored of my teachings.
I just had the best advice for her,
She thought so too but initially.
Later on, she made mistakes,
Suffered losses, heavy losses.
She blamed me for half-hearted efforts.
Gurupurab (Guru Poorņima) in India.

Full moon day.

A day in Sikhism branch of Hinduism when teachers are paid respect.

HP Poem #1255
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 390
Vaccuum
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I** know that for sure.

Shall those moments not repeat,
Tilling the land of youth for maturity,
Irrigating the seeds with my love,
Lowered my voice in tensed times,
Lost in your dreams my mornings be.

Lost in these dreams,
Of your plain youth,
Violent violet hues pull,
Encumbering memories.

Yeoman of youth I had been,
Ousting the blues away from
Underneath the carpet of lies.

Bringing up the zombies of stale issues,
Until all of my sanity just vanished,
Trounced & trampled upon my heart.

In this digital ink my heart bled.

Wuthering away my own youth,
In return of momentary pleasures,
Loving yourself via me you were,
Luck has never been kind to me.


Awake I am in your memories,
Loving all the dreams I get,
Wherein I only see you,
Away from the world,
You actually live in,
So prone to negativity.

Righting your wrong I was,
Enchanted by your youth,
Mine was nothing ever,
All was just yours,
In the night too,
Not just in the day.

Lightheaded I always am,
Onto the ground I might fall,
Not poised to die in the deluge,
Ever I will be made to suffer,
Losing next battle of life,
Years are limited for me.
Don't worry, you will get married too.
Like every other girl that I used to love.
Be thankful for my bad luck.
I am sick of this burning headache.
Of this tinnitus & vertigo as well.
Pray that I get some kind of cancer.
I will be at peace with myself after death.

HP Poem #1254
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 1.4k
Few Brave Souls
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Few are brave enough to rebound back,
Most people just mind their own pack,
Let it be a family pack or a sumptuous rack.

Fewer are smart enough to mend mistakes,
Most fail to simply reconnect always,
Let people's mistakes teach – not inspire you.

Fewest are honest enough to themselves,
Most are scared of their own steps,
Let others bear the brunt of their mistakes.
HP Poem #1253
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 1.1k
A Poor Soul
Àŧùl Nov 2016
A poor heart is one which finds
No companion
Along the way of life.

A poor person is one which cuts
Another onion
Seeking just to weep.

A poor soul is one which haunts
No one else
But only & only itself.
This loneliness devours me breath-by-breath.

HP Poem #1252
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 557
Company (2° Acrostic)
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Amidst the days of life,
Lazing leisurely seldom,
Longing for company.

All I have is emptiness,
Lending me some smiles,
Or some happiness,
Not someone else,
E**verything is lonely.
HP Poem #1251
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
First rule of love,
And every relation,
Is to be honest,
Then sincere.
Have patience,
For happiness,
Unto yourself,
L**ove faithfully.
Few ever get this thing about love.

HP Poem #1250
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 841
An Author Is
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Neither a person is ever born an author,
Nor a person is ever matured into one,
An author is an author is an author...
I became an author when my story's author,
That destiny-writer who controls everything,
Became lazy & stopped my story any further..
As now I am the author of my autobiography!
HP Poem #1249
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Grinning over His shoulder was the Devil,
Smiling over My cries was the Lucifer,
He had sent me down the abyss of Gloom.

But I am not the usual common human,
And I have the blessings of Hanuman,
The monkey God Hanuman protects me.

More than dogs I worry about,
When it comes to Animal rights,
I focus on all the animals my writes.

Swollen pieces of my written word,
Never fail to fly with wasp wings,
I'm winning the battle with fire.

Find my winning wasp wings,
In there with written word wind,
Wasps of all my meaningful words.

Hillarious Clintonne will pay the price,
Of her husband's misfitting misdeeds,
They had made such America that bleeds.

But not a person ever knew,
Walt Disney's creation wins,
Donald Duck rules America!
Deep meaning.
Don't insult the language by being abusive in your poems.
Uncle Donald Duck rules America.

HP Poem #1248
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2016 · 530
One In Over 8 Billion
Àŧùl Nov 2016
There is no other Er. Atul Kaushal,
Yes, I am the only one.
I do not need Creepy,
Though Atul was for her,
Atul is not for the unfaithful.
Atul is one in more than 8 billion.
I am Atul: the uniquely incomparable.
Just as unique as every other person on Earth.

HP Poem #1247
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
We had a female in lead,
You don't seem to concede.
Male chauvinistic society,
Your country lags by years.
But it doesn't matter overall,
Because you have sincerity.
India shamefully still lacks it.
We have had Indira Gandhi.
You could have had Hillary Clinton.

HP Poem #1246
©Atul Kaushal
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