Birds and squirrels chirping,
People on a morning walk,
The wife trying to keep up.

Cool air keeps me calm now,
Now my daddy is out too,
We'll go fetch some milk.

It is an Indian midnight,
Here it descends so quietly,
But now it is here so quickly,
So sonorous is the zeroth hour,
But none will listen to its music,
Hear the crickets breaking the silence,
In the end, it's midnight.

A sharp ****** smiling depression,
Called a dimple is much desirable.
I have only hints of it.

I wish that I had some pronounced,
So prominent and obvious dimples,
I have a desire for it.

A deep mental negative depression,
Called a gloomy grief is not desired.
I have so much of it.

Why?
Why am I their only child?
Why??
Why am I such a lonely guy??
Why???
Why am I always so alienated???
Just why?

Firstly, sit somewhere,
You can never in your life,
And it won't matter whether
You are a husband or a wife,
As a matter of fact you can't
Just make a square in air,
With your right hand,
And
A circle on the ground with your toe.

That is 'cause your brain,
Now just so very humane,
Can't follow this paradox,
Conflicting activities both.

Now position change,
Get down on the floor,
Yes, on all your four.

And you can not breathe in and out,
As quickly with your tongue out of your mouth,
And your nostrils both not being used.

There was once a docile wife.

How I fell down the stairs of Elysium was when I fell in love with her.

Epitomized fame, didn't she,
Atomized the blame, didn't she,
On herself, she put all the blame.
Did not knot it loose, she didn't,
Did never feel satisfied, she didn't,
Fed up with life, she ended her game.
Such was a lover who ended her life.

I manifest the human form,
Born in India - a colourful land,
Knew I not that this cradle will hurt,
Flying in my eyes not just sand,
But such an extreme storm.

****

I had some dreams as a boy,
They were put into a young heart,
My mom wanted my royal wedding,
I dreamt that my heart is treated,
Never did I dream as a toy.

****

But alas! This heart was a child's toy.
It's doomed to be broken - shattered.
Love is supposedly a melodious lyre.
It's fragrant in stories & even poems.
All that can be arranged is this pyre.
My life's fairly disheveled - scattered.
But in the end, I remained just a boy.

When I am all so alone
Alienated in this cruel world
And I am unable to withstand its tests,
I'm fretting my nightmares
For they scare me to hell of sorts
And I am unable to find quantum of solace,
I fear that I will die in the cradle of loneliness...

The match on Sunday was matchless,
For Ozzie lost to India with grace,
Indian players snatched from them,
Indians stole the victory so easy,
But it just seemed easy in the end,
Each one of the Ozzie hurlers,
Couldn't even ask for the water.

Virat - great was the beating!

And to be credited is just not Virat,
Anushka Sharma is equally credible,
Had she never broken up with him,
Virat Kohli would still be distracted,
Against ultimate opponents Ozzies,
Our team stood not a single chance,
If not for his sweet vengeful courage.

If not for your blood,
We could have won easily,
Such minnows you are.

You saved our Holi,
Losing yesterday's match,
Which was a thriller!!!

I would have said that I love you,
If the situations weren't this way,
If you are a bit patient & mature.

I would write my odysseys for you,
If I could then I would write them,
If I was just a bit happy & luckier.

I would often keep kissing you,
If the air couldn't suffocate me,
If I could have flown up to you.

I would have loved you till sunrise,
When they were never anticipated,
And I could come up with a surprise.

I would compose my songs for you,
When they were most unexpected,
When I would be loved back unto.

Pain, pain, pain...
It's getting the better of me,
A walking sample I am,
Of a man sans any heart,
Memories remain only to haunt.

Pain, pain, pain..
It's now becoming run of the mill,
A lot of mental pain & torture,
Since I befriended her,
As I thought that she was *my saviour.

She had once said, "I love you, Atul...
I am sure that we will be together...
I also require you...♥
And my father will agree for our relation...I know...Love you!"
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Me, "He'll have to, otherwise I'll have you elope with me! :D
Just kidding, I know how much you respect him."
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I can not ever move on now,
The love I felt for her was wow,
Nothing after her - this is my vow.

Her memories I can not just mow,
This heart is no more a trough,
I put love in it with a plow.

Two flowers used to grow,
The heart is sad & I'm so low,
I kindred them with all the love.

She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless.
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
In whose anticipation now - for whom shall I stay restless?
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless.

Hey Kay Sera Sera,
What had to happen it happened not for my bad,
What happened it was written in my destiny bad.
That false reliance was broken for good,
False reliance it was so broken for good.
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...

A garden is not made barren by breakage of a bud,
A bud being broken makes not the garden barren.
The garden has many more flowers so very varied,
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...

Failed love - wasted romance is not my entire life,
My life is not just unsuccessful love and romance.
If I wake up with a positive mind and smiling face,
I will get a thousand more and I need not wait for her.
Whom shall I wait for now on and for whom shall I be restless?

Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...

She's hated by most people here,
Because she was wrongly inspired,
Accused of posting others' poems from here to other sites.

No, I do not hate her,
I so admire her innocence,
She did nothing wantonly ever,
For she was unaware of the wrong,
But now she has mended ways,
I see her love handling her,
No, I don't want their separation ever,
Because there are some perfect love stories as well,
And they better be left perfect unharmed.

I'll protect their love story,
As all of the failures I faced,
Impart only positivity to me,
I won't ever let them breakup,
All that remains in my pocket is good.

Hilly areas are really beautiful,
And the peaks are breathtaking.

The crevices are often so deep,
And the peaks so very luscious.

Her hills are missed by me,
And the cool, dark peaks too.

For me,
You truly,
Care Sir,
My future,
You wished,
Only bright.

But alas,
It's not,
Thoroughly dark,
Sitting here.

And endeavours,
Not sufficient,
Doomed failure.

Priceless moments,
Indeed wasted,
Eastwards staring,
Caring not,
Efforts wasted,
So sorry.

Because I feel so cheated,
Unforgettable are the marks,
Truly loving makes you prone.

But yes Sire,
I'm only debilitated,
Totally not devastated,
Such pains I'm accustomed to.

Wishing an easier life,
Is not for me at all,
Losing myself,
Long I have been.

So hear in night's ears,
I will rise once again.

One of my wife's gorgeous friends,
Eyes as large as marigolds,
But I knew her name not,
Taller & slimmer she was,
She came to greet my wife,
Happy married life with me,
My wife introduced her as Gayatri.

"Such a divine sweet name!"
So I exclaimed moving closer,
And the cooker started whistling.

I just thought something,
And looked towards my wife,
"Your pulses got ready,
Please look after them,
Lest they get burned,
Proceed towards the kitchen,
Your effort might go wasted."

My wife looked at me suspiciously,
Slanting her head she commanded,
"Let the pulses be burned,
I won't let you bake any cake,
You go, mind the pulses instead."

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Eliot York,
I want you to read this,
Quite stark,
This queer query is.
I wonder oh I wonder,
Just why it is called so,
Why is it so named?
Why is it named Hell O'Poetry,
When the Heaven O'Poetry it is?
Such a paradoxical name it has,
Contrary to its reality the name is,
We enjoy every bit on this Heaven.

You knew me as a poet,
You knew me as a writer,
But you knew me not as a singer.

You knew me as a fighter,
You knew me as a lover,
But you knew me not as a survivor.

You knew the zeal I have,
You knew the feel I have,
But you knew nothing of the risk.

There's this supercute girl here,
From Jammu the Sikhni hails,
I feel so lucky that I get to see her,
At times I follow her scent trails.

Made of sheer pure beauty she is,
I go ooh la la when she comes,
Both my feet just freeze altogether,
Frozen & I find my senses lost.

Harps play when she speaks,
So beautiful is her voice,
Her lips separate like cuckoo beaks,
Alive I feel staring into her eyes.

Before she ditched me,
She said it,
"Go to her whom you lost your 'V' to."

Not at all meaning 'V for Vendetta',
She indirectly meant,
'P for purity'.

And I really don't know,
As I've lost it,
I mean that I lost 'M for memory'.

So that only makes me wonder,
If I lost it,
Then too I was reborn.

But my love mattered not,
It didn't to her,
I was just an experimental game.

Love was weak 'coz true it was not,
Again I failed,
Now I'm tired of it.

I'll rather live alone,
Scared of love,
Scared of it I'm to the deepest pit.

More than any other food item,
Rajma chaawal can brighten my day up,
Bring back to my lips a lost smile,
Kidney beans is rajma and rice is the chaawal.

A different flavour tickles my taste buds,
Divine is this taste vegetarian,
Few are not so lucky to have tasted it ever,
It should be declared the national food of the kitchen north Indian.

Transliteration:
Kabul kab luti ye to na maaloom chal saka,
Magar kamobesh halchal to kabhi se thi.

Translation:
When Kabul was gutted it couldn't be known,
But the drift was more or less the same since long.

Saint Valentine didn't know me,
He had no idea about the future,
And now, blatant Valentine's lies,
Time & again and even yet again,
For love I wholeheartedly strive,
But all I get is fake, fake feelings.

Not blaming Valentine am I now,
He sure gave a reason to spend,
Both time as well as the silver dirt,
Indirectly popping employment,
Not just for few - even for me & you,
Don't we try working harder daily?

Just in hopes of finding a better day,
Of course we want more silver dust,
A good job & a fuller-heavier pocket,
Men try hard for earning enough,
Women try harder for respect,
Don't they all selfishly strive,
Do their wishes get fulfilled?

What do the MBA's always market?
Lingerie & diamonds for the lover,
Do they not try to sell love away,
Love stuffed into teddy bears,
Lust dripping from the multiflavoured condoms,
And what else do they want to sell,
Do the cakes not suffice with all that fattening cream,
Or the cream-filled chilled/hot doughnuts?

Stuff more lies into the turkey that you are about to cook,
I won't move on.
I will remain single waiting for you to realize your mistake.
Even if you won't realize it, I will be happy being single.
I want no one to break my heart like you did when it was least expected.
You are surely cheating yourself with your white lies.

If you lost your feelings to the world's ways,
Then surely I don't look for your sympathy,
But there are few who understand,
I do look for their empathy,
And their kind words of advice.

Begging kids are very often seen,
Performing the ridiculous dances,
In hopes of just some of silver dirt,
Cleaning with dirtiest rags your car,
With a lifeless looking baby in arms,
A teenage mama with another inside,
Such is any Indian big city's traffic.

Manipulating them is a hidden lord,
Report to Lord of the Traffic Signal.

Sympathy is what they hope,
Empathy is what we reflect,
Apathy is what they really get.

So sensuous is this piece of clothing,
Barely covering her bare essentials.
If she lets it fall to the ground,
Visible are her melons so round.
And what to say of her crevices,
Up & down both are so smooth,
Juice-filled they are the milk booth.

Their voice so harmonious,
Silent when no strings attached,
All the curves so very ****,
Smooth is their texture,
Admiring their beauty with fingers,
You seat them on your lap,
Putting their arms around your shoulder.

Tickle them hard to make them peck,
They touch your heart with their sound,
Nibbling your ears in between,
The motion generates friction,
Friction generates heat,
So icy sweet is her music,
All over, you script success.

I talk of my guitars here.

And the old ways are not satisfactory enough,
You feel like wanting to marry a petite girl.
A beautiful girl she should be who gives you a feeling pleasurable,
You start dreaming of her imparting satisfaction immeasurable,
Imagine her digging nails into your back as deeper you seep.
Not away from marriage you keep your desires ever,
And the imagination takes the better of your youth,
The volcano accumulates lava & erupts blissfully.

Still learning to balance myself,
Struggling hard not to fall,
Still falling like an oversized kid,
Struggling on path unbeaten,
Still getting sprains and strains,
Struggling to keep my head.

Fell down yesterday morning much to my own dismay and I fell down on a hard surface, my ribs ache from the right side now.

Of your eyes,
It's a magic.

Innocent voice,
It's a passion.

Whiter lies,
It's a trick.

And forever.
May you be lucky enough to find
Such a man alive
Who says and maintains that.
Will you always reflect his love
Someone broken he might be
Will you be wise enough to love him
Staying always and forever?

Gives me pleasure,
Lets me measure,
My Best Friend.

Gives me access,
To secret places,
My Best Friend.

Gives me inspiration,
Wipes off perspiration,
My Hand, My Best Friend.

It's a jungle,
A real arms race.
Am a ******,
Addicted to its fast pace.
None can help,
With their own lives all are stuck.
Rot sitting on ****,
Coz no one else gives a duck.
Of my own I am a slave,
Misses me on road that truck.

This life is a big chessboard,
You are the only pawn on your side.

It is your call what you be,
You can be any of the many pawns.

Take care what to choose,
You be a pawn star, not a pornstar.

Don't mistake me for a common man
Not a usual materialistic person I am.

But I'll be the wealthiest man alive
When the gem with me I will have.

I look for a diamond immaterial
In a woman with a crystal heart.

A heart that beats for herself
Pumps truest love for myself.

Love she so kindly imparts
I hold onto it for ramparts.

From this world a respite
Alone I'm always so quiet.

Beautifully alone it beats
A saga it always repeats.

The relationship I was in,
I thought had reached it,
The point of no return,
And that nothing can break it,
The dream was seen in the stupor of love,
With open eyes, I failed once again,
But the world feels the same,
Oblivious to that internal pain.

Now it's that point again,
Impossible to revert back,
The only difference is her,
She is no longer 'round here,
For she belonged not to me,
She was a birdie that flew free,
I am again on a hunting spree,
I look for my imaginary ideal match,
Someone that's not an easy catch.

How I watched them ruin their marriage,
And of course my childhood was lost in soliloquy.
I talked to myself more than others - they found it normal,
And I still continue that habit - nobody cares.
Now I watched myself fail again, again and yet again,
None can even imagine - let alone sensing my pain.

Present age is as horrible as anything
Present day is as gloomy as anything
Present time is as unforgiving as hell

This is what I feel.

But I'll make my present worthwhile,
Someday surely in another life.

Born to working parents,
Brought up an only child,
Fake I won't my happiness,
Because I'm actually unhappy.

These monsters I've faced alone,
They exploited me in loneliness,
Faith shook & shredded away,
Through toys I sat the saddle.

Saddle of the young sadness,
Searing through the darkness,
Fidelity of my shaking small hands,
Survived the lonely tides of time.

Loneliness eats me alive,
Less dreams I nurture,
Faking smiles I got tired,
Long the ordeal was written.

Growling is the growing sadness,
Gestation of 9 months in womb,
Fulcrum of my life was prepared,
Gift of loneliness they presented me.

My bogart of ultimate terror,
Not at all a monster,
But is of complete loneliness.

And my bogart is imminent,
Strong it is so eminent,
How long could I take refuge?

Your face reading tells me a lot,
You've been a warrior of thought,
Of your principles a holder.

Yes I confess publicly that I love,
With all my heart and exclusivity,
I am your biggest follower.

Beholder of beauty you are,
I'm not Narcissus even distantly,
Yet these words I tell a mirror!

Poetess Bhumika Fulwani is going to get married soon,
I'm so happy for her because she's not gonna swoon,
For she gets to marry her beau under the stars & the moon,
I bless her to always be with her beau Jitin Waghwani she's granted a boon.

The fabled story about Netaji,
That he survived the crash,
And lived on in INC rule,
Was probably a false trail,
The Gumnaami Baba,
Or The Tashkent Man,
All was probably a myth,
A desperately phony tale.

Because if he actually survived,
He would not have been sitting ducks,
Seeing the nation fall into the ditch of corruption.

I start thinking about my mistakes,
So I think about what & all errors,
Those I made & the world makes.
Some special pattern is absent,
Fail I do to figure it out at all,
Prevent I do from letting the blame,
Shift on others for ruining,
What I did and what I do,
I am answerable to myself,
And no ****** **** else!!!