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Àŧùl Mar 2015
So aged he is, but still so zealous for his job.
It feels like he has only known his rickshaw.
The ancient bard in him tells Punjabi poems.
He belies his wrinkles as he pedals his ride.
Just putting to shame his fellow rickshaw pullers.
None remembers or even cares to know his name.
He just pedals and remembers his deceased wife.

He told me a Punjabi tale of partition...

"We were really happy when it happened,
I was 16 and married to my beautiful wife,
But then he pressed for a separate Pakistan,
Just so much wicked was this demand of his,
Punjab was alight due to some people's doing,
We were to cross river Ravi en route to Amritsar,
In Lahore my childhood home was burnt to ashes,
My beautiful wife was still so young at that time,
She was ***** on the banks of river Ravi & killed,
In no cloth was she draped as they burnt her body,
After pouring whiskey all over her lifeless body."


His voice broke and a stream of tears escaped,
Down his eyes they flowed like the river Ravi,
"In front of my two eyes the men had ***** her,
Her mistake? Looking at them once & smiling,
Sin as great to be punished by such brutal drab?
What God, Ishwar or Allah did they follow?
I have known all & none advocates ****,
To which parents could they born?
Must be the devil & the witch."


By now his nose was red and his sobs audible.
He said, "She was not just *****, she was also killed,"
The ancient rickshaw puller gasped for breath as he said,
"Would the high heavens thank them for killing my wife,
She was a Hindu and an idolater with my mangalsootra,
Why they spared my life I have no idea but just remorse,
Will their Allah or God spare them on Doomsday?"

==============
And Google knows who pressed for a separate Pakistan in the name of communal majority.

My HP Poem #813
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
The seriously sweet spirit is youthful,
Your playground is not at all calm,
What bothers you is this seriousness.

Now listen to me oh youthful friend,
Do not fret or sweat in difficulties,
Just stay focused and fly high in sky.
My HP Poem #812
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Softness of her nervous slim hands,
Ostensibly glad meeting me she was.

For so many happy days yet to come,
Again not letting differences pop-up,
Rosy blush dropping in her cheeks.

Yes that makes her look even cuter,
Exceptionally cute she is so beautiful,
Tomorrow our baby will be even cuter.

Ship of combined life we sail in together,
On time we'll make it to the destination.

Casting bright shadows of ours we tread,
Looping circle of happiness we rejoice,
Of our feelings we are worshippers,
Setting the same destination from different roads,
E**arning trust, respect, love, sensuality & care as we go on.
Kripi & Droṇa's 2nd committed collaboration, 1st Acrostic committed collaboration.

Ostensibly: Visibly, Clearly

My HP Poem #811
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Just stay as much strong as you are,
Don't at all fear any difficulty,
For difficulties are many if feared,
But there isn't if you are courageous.

Just stay focused on your target now,
Don't let your attention divert,
For attention is the key to success,
But you shouldn't be over-confident.

Just stay low & know when to plan,
Don't hurry or scramble in life,
For patience is certainly so sweet,
But avoid being lethargic and lazy.

And when you think that you are prepared,
Revise your gameplan & tactics buddy,
It isn't boring to visualize your success,
Surely prepare as much to succeed tomorrow,
Entering into your persona is confidence with preparation.
A courage-building poem.

My HP Poem #810
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Tum se hi meri pehchaan hai.
Atul yoon hi nahin bana main.

Tum se hi meri zindagi hai.
Aashiq tumhaara yoon hi nahin bana main.

Tum se hi meri khushi hai.
Pyaar tumhe aise hi nahin karta.

Tum se hi meri santushti hai.
Pyaar tumhe yoon hi nahin karta.

Har kavita mein meri tumhaari hi jhalak hoti hai.
Kavi bada main yoon hi nahin bana.

Har saans tumhaari hi yaad dilaati hai.
Zindagi ** meri tum yoon hi nahin kehta.

***************


Fr­om you is my identity,
Atul originates from you.

From you is my life,
I am your crazy lover.

From you is my happiness,
I love you just so seriously.

From you is my satisfaction,
I don't love you just for fun.

Each poem of mine carries your imagery,
I have been a seasoned poet worshipping you.

Every breath reminds me of you,
I call you my life not just for saying.
My HP Poem #809
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 926
Just A Thought
Àŧùl Mar 2015
I can't guide an aimless arrow that has a brain of its own and doesn't want to hit the target...
Not a poem
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
Caramello
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Kiss life into me,
I feel suffocated,
You're caramello,
Sweet midnight kiss.
Breathe your youth,
I'll inhale with you,
And feel as young.

Your chocolatey eyes,
They tell me a story,
Just relax in this love,
We share this warmth.
As I drink to your care,
You should drink to mine,
Don't be reluctant to love.
My HP Poem #808
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 15.4k
Selfless Promise
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Some might consider me a fool,
But I promise you my fidelity,
Not just till we are married,
Even as we sally forwards,
I stay as true as that sun,
In our joint life I pledge my fidelity,
And I pledge my exclusive faithfulness.
My HP Poem #807
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 3.4k
Punjabi
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Yes I know it's your first language,
But don't let overconfidence get in,
And never let it bring you negatives.
All the best for your Punjabi paper.
I know you'll outperform everyone.

:-)

My HP Poem #806
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 4.6k
Oh my lazy lover!
Àŧùl Mar 2015
You are so beautiful,
You are so fun to be with,
You are so cute to care for,
You are all I need & you are all I have.

I love to keep talking with you my darling,
I am so addicted to you Kripiji,
I cannot imagine my life without you,
I don't want my biggest fears to come true.
She sleeps in odd hours,
Probably that's how she stays so cute!

My HP Poem #805
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 15.6k
Just A Reminder...
Àŧùl Mar 2015
I love you,
The best is yet to come.
Don't scramble,
Let us plan our lives.
We have it in our hands,
Luck and destiny will bend before us.

Yes we toil for it,
Both of us will put efforts.
Don't be scared dear,
Just hold my hand firmly.
What we can't individually do,
Together we will manage it all.

The sun in our sky has risen,
It will reach higher up above.
Not burning it will emblazon,
Just shining away all darkness.
How differences of ours remain,
We won't let them become large.

And yes, today I tell you darling,
Two different individuals we are.
So many of differences will ripen,
But how we treat them is unto us.
We can't let them become so large,
The love we share is much bigger.

Just practice perseverance my love,
Stay strong & toil hard we both will.
Not breaking mountains we must be,
Still challenging stay all our methods.
Zest of ours must not fail in this spirit,
Zealous we voyage on in the sea of life.

We both have that passion in ourselves,
Helping people parry off all the dangers.
Never would we worry about our past,
For we both cherish the lessons learnt.
Odds will often rise between both of us,
We won't let them disunite us any day.

This love I feel is a bit experienced,
And my experience tells me a lot.
We must never fall out separate,
Because together we're happy.
Differences do not invite rifts,
Neither should we let them...
Written under the effects of the wine called love.

My HP Poem #804
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
You Hold No Liabilities Dear
Àŧùl Mar 2015
I have just love for you dear,
Done I am with my advising,
Be confident and calm in life,
Now just confidence remains,
Don't stay cool and calm now,
You perform well when angry,
Just keep in mind some words.
My HP Poem #803
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 1.5k
I Breathe O2
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Yes, I've no shame in accepting,
'Coz I haven't committed a sin,
I have just loved gorgeously.

In loving her I have been busy,
But now I will not restrict her,
She lives it her childish way.

If she is going to fall this way,
I won't manipulate her now,
She learns on experiencing.

Even I learnt living this way,
So I am afraid of her falling,
She may not get what I got.

May father Time be lenient,
I just want her to be happy,
She'll become the lifesaver.

I promise myself that I'll always be there for her if she needs me and I will never expect anything in return.
She's such an Angel.

My HP Poem #802
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 1.6k
I Don't Know
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Why does it happen to me?
Did the accident also give me a brain tumor?
The most common symptoms of brain tumors include headaches; numbness or tingling in the arms or legs; seizures, memory problems; mood and personality changes; balance and walking problems; nausea and vomiting; changes in speech, vision, or hearing.
I have all except seizures and nausea & vomiting.
I am already on Sodium Valproate and Valproic Acid controlled release tablets which are given to brain tumour patients as well.
My psychiatrist was so scared while asking my dad the last time we went for checkup, "Did he have seizures or vomiting?"

But I am not scared, I know that stuff can only get better for me. I have had enough of misfortune.
Just felt that I needed to share my thoughts.
Mar 2015 · 6.6k
Take Care
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Tale told to me by dear time,
It is an incredibly short story,
For it dictates my destiny.
My HP Poem #801
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 1.1k
Lest My Hopes Get Shattered
Àŧùl Mar 2015
I have to keep my desires low,
Or they may all get shattered.

They may collide the stars up above,
And pieces of my hopes may remain.

I must just keep my expectations nil,
For no one can ever fulfil any of them.

Stop worrying I should 'coz you are not at all a toddler,
But careful you must be as you are a gorgeous teenager.

But this love I feel for you shall never reach an end,
We will always be happy and just need perseverance.
My HP Poem #800
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Young heart mechanized to toil hard,
Dig deeper and deeper, and deeper,
Into the books her eyes are settled,
Climbs unto her brain what she reads,
Perhaps to her nerves is getting the creeper,
Her young fickle heart finds it harder,
Not concentrating on random distractions,
Yes she keeps herself on her studies,
And I trust she'll make board exams look easy,
Because her name is Life.
My HP Poem #799
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
Bits About Me That She Loves
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Childish with her at times,
I laugh at my own poor jokes,
But she says ever so kindly,
"I love it that your laugh is funnier than the joke."
Soon after I look into her watery eyes,
I forget what the joke was,
And I join my bass tone in her melodic laughter.
My HP Poem #798
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 3.0k
Our Favourite Game
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Such is our favourite game,
Love is its beautiful name...
We both like this game of love,
As both of us have nothing to lose,
I stole your heart and you won mine,
So it is a win-win situation in the end...
My HP Poem #797
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 1.1k
Reminder
Àŧùl Mar 2015
This is a sweet reminder,
That the best is still to come,
Our relationship can only shine.
My HP Poem #796
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 696
She Said
Àŧùl Mar 2015
"It's not for sale,
You can't buy my love."

Then I replied,
"But I can trade it for love."*

Gladly enough,
She agreed & gave in to my touch.
My HP Poem #795
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Listen to me now, oh my cup-bearer,
Help me with the wine tonight please.

Pour some wine in my empty flask,
Be that bit lavish and not stringent.

The flask gets emptied again & again,
But it is helping me forget all the pain.

Don't ask if enough and keep pouring,
Wine or whiskey it won't be mattering.

It's your face that I am taken to darling,
I remember you are the very same angel.

Hic-hic

You're my very own life, oh cup-bearer,
I now recall that this is our own house.

I trace my trembling fingers on your face,
It's blurry I feel but still I can see your eyes.

Now I am finished with binge drinking,
Would you not help me to the bathroom?

Here you help me take a luxurious bath,
You help me bathe and I love your touch.

Soft & kind you are just like your name,
Zealous management of my shaky body.

You say, "Again I won't help you with it,"
I reply, "I will drink -hic- from your eyes."

You are blushing to a brilliant purple red,
And it is all signs that you like my words.

After splashing my face with cool water,
To our bedroom you support me lovingly.

Here it is that you help me into the pillow,
Now even you come lie down beside me.

And you sing me the 'Whiskey Lullaby',
Lightly you brush soft hands on my eyes.
But this is only a piece of my imagination.
Don't worry as I plan not to be a drunkard.

My HP Poem #794
©Atul Kaushal
Mar 2015 · 761
Kids & Us (2º Acrostic)
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Kids after marriage are going to be our angels,
Rightly inspiring us to make meet the ends,
Inspire us they will in days and even in the nights,
Pacify us both they will in the harsher of times,
It is going to be inspirational enough for us,
Joint efforts would be needed to be put in their brought up,
In your love and kindness I do believe wholeheartedly.

Adding up to our joy in our lives they will be,
No grief is ever going to be great enough with them,
Destroying all our problems will they always be.

Microseconds of togetherness will be remembered,
E**xaltation we will get serving & teaching them hand in hand.
My HP Poem #793
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
If it ceases raining then all will be barren.

Lonelier ever will these farms be,
Oneness never occuring again,
Voracious dry winds will blow,
Even ******* up moisture in air.

Yesterday was so beautiful together,
Oh can't we grow old holding hands,
Understanding love is difficult from far.

Should we not persevere that bit,
Or should this Atul wander lonely?

May you surely meet solace in success,
Understanding your ambition better,
Certainly I'll be standing with you,
H**igher & farther should you aim.
My HP Poem #792
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 1.4k
Loving, But, Yes.
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Loving you is not only my passion,
But it has also become my sole creed,
Yes it is my unfailing duty, darling.

Loving you does not only yield pleasure,
But it even gives me a sense of responsibility,
Yes it is my purest relationship, darling.

Loving you will not only be all I do in life,
But it also inspires me to be well off financially,
Yes it is already inspiring me to toil, darling.

Loving you would not only satisfy my heart,
But it would also quench the inner thirst of my soul,
Yes it is my milk shake and my sugarcane juice.

Loving you can not only help me live longer,
But it brings the sweetest changes in my bitter life,
Yes it is bringing you to my me my future wife.

Loving you won't just be a reason to be proud,
But it will bring me the actual family of my own,
Yes it is going to be a story worth remembering.

Loving you could not just be my exclusive right,
But it will be a privilege of our kids from tomorrow,
Yes it is so good for us having you young at heart.

Loving you is not only such hopes in my heart,
But it is also a promise for the brighter days ahead,
Yes it is a blessing and a boon granted to me, dear.

Loving you is not just expectations on my mind,
But it will also bring planned happiness to us both,
Yes it is a planned future for the two of us besties.

Loving you is not for my own self-centric interests,
But it is with keeping your future smile in my mind,
Yes it is both a priority in my life and also its crux.

Loving you is not just the important duty of my soul,
But it will also continue to pacify you even in my absence,
Yes it is giving you the confidence and that flair to win.

Loving you is not just everything right for you & me,
But it could also be something fruitful for the society too,
Yes it is giving us both the purest of all heavenly feeling.

Loving you is not only the superhuman thing I feel,
But it is a security for me as well knowing you love me too,
Yes it is my last resort where I bask in the harshest sun.

Loving you is not just my most important deed in life,
But it is also always inspiring me to be by your side steadily,
Yes it is going to be me holding your shoulder in difficulty.

Loving you is not only this serious discipline of mine,
But it is even a way to give me this never before happiness,
Yes it is helping you and me to discover ourselves better.
Fifteen stanzas describing only a part of what I feel just for Kripi Mehra. I will keep writing poems for her whether I live tomorrow or not. When I die before her tomorrow then I will wait for her in the purgatory to make sure she gets to be admitted in heaven.

My HP Poem #791
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 4.8k
The Dwarf Cyclops
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I know of just too many Cyclopes,
Let me describe one of them better,
The one who preys on values of men.

So miniature he is - mere few inches,
So often in our pockets he is found,
So crooked he is with a single eye.

When among beautiful babes & gals,
He is active getting used in clicking,
Also used up is he sometimes by fishy men for fishier purposes.

This Cyclops was filming one such similar affair with a lady unaware,
Stripped naked was her body exposed to that bare,
Trick or truth, clothed or naked, she thought not about this cyborg Cyclops filming her **** ever in her wildest of fears.

The young lady is then blackmailed by the Cyclops's master,
"Be quiet about it and serve us in our industry,"
Threatened with publishing publicly of the moments - she gives in to this blackmail.
The old version developed some technical snag.

Cameras - often hidden - are instrumental in aiding the potentially harmful and ill-mannered people from the much controversial **** industry.

My advising people should not be taken lightly - **** industry has become a large entity with major collections from hidden cameras.

Check your hotel/other place of personal & private activities for hidden cameras if at all you are going to trust someone with all of your mind, body and soul.

My HP Poem #685
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 949
Savouring All Love
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Experiencing the love we share,
Encouraging only the positivity,
Explicitly repelling opposed air,
Embalming only the negativity,
Effecting the feelings that glare.

We savour that sweetness now.
My HP Poem #790
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 1.1k
Is That All?
Àŧùl Feb 2015
An article.

Few songs have lyrics reading like, "You're **** thing yeah you know it, yeah-yeah."

Is that all?

Oh how they just ignore genuine beauties so conveniently and just mould them into non-living things!

Humanity has reached the moon on one hand but on the other hand many people still behave like wild animals driven just by hormones.
Seriously wish that the world realized the reality of love and started respecting it.

Nothing against Enrique Iglesias, he just has a wonderful voice which has been grossly misused and I cited the lyrics of his song just as an example.

©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 1.8k
Committed Collaboration
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Together we embrace each other in the bed,
Rhythmic motion starts between us.

I touch the soft contours of your body,
Relishing its everlasting youth.

We soon get our rhythm intensified,
At the brink of a ****** till eternity it feels.

**We feel that rhythm divine

The smooth everlasting youth gives us a magical kiss

And the ****** thanks us for being together
Normal is Drona and bold is Kripi.
Our first committed collaboration.
Many more to follow in the following 6-7 decades.

My HP Poem #789
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 958
I Was Reborn
Àŧùl Feb 2015
A 2nd chance in this life on Earth just felt so unplanned & unpleasant and seemed unwanted until I met you.

After having met you, I feel the need of immortality & impossibility of dying a lonely death with wine.

Aspiring to churn out a fine man out of me I search & destroy my bad points so I am the best for you.
My HP Poem #788
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
It was raining very torridly that day,
The cold was so frigid here in Karnal.
A pregnant lady was rushed to the hospital,
The Antichrist was born that evening.

Sceptic of old traditions the boy grew,
Not feeling the justification of religion.
Though I know about the good things in books,
But still I am that irreligious man now.

Always approving of the creator God,
That almighty remains unquestionable.
Not He Himself had dictated things to anybody,
I denounce the need for money in faith.
I dispute not His logical existence because something or someone intelligent must have caused the Big Bang to ever happen and life to have ever evolved, but it's the malpractices people blindly follow in worshipping Bhagwan/God/Allah for the sake of their social image and even **** & convert alternatively for the apparent self-righteous Jihad or Crusade which I despise.

Commercialization of religion on such a large scale has left God exploited on the broader real spectrum.

My HP Poem #787
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 833
How Much I Love You
Àŧùl Feb 2015
How much I love you,
This I know not.
But never I can survive,
Separated from you.

Someone else looks at you,
This heart gets jealous.
It then gets difficult for me,
To manage my heart.
I must then make efforts,
Stone hearted I must get.
What you would know,
How much I love you.

I have often seen people,
They bear separation.
How they bear it I don't know,
Each day far feels a year.
Since how long I wait for you,
This I know not.
But never can I survive,
Separated from you.
A rough translation of a retro Hindi song named 'Humein Tumse Pyaar Kitna'.

My HP Poem #786
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 1.2k
Defining Myself Around You
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Was a mistake.
My HP Poem #785
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 933
Untold Saga
Àŧùl Feb 2015
There is a saga in your glittery eyes,
It is hidden by your sweetest smiles.
Tanning with time I tell not any lies,
Come let's walk slow for few miles...

All of the roses lack such cute poses,
Your face is the zenith of innocence.
For you & me a bright future awaits,
Read a saga in its image in my eyes..

Goes away that bleakness of future,
As I get a look at your face so divine.
Smile o life dear & just hold on here,
The saga is of success & a happy life.
Dear, have full confidence and prepare honestly.
I believe that you can do it.

My HP Poem #784
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Fear Of Missing Out

This is the phobia many of the readers are plagued by.

I came to know about it just recently through an article published in the newspaper. Many people these days think that if they don't have a "Facebook", "Twitter", "G+" or any other social website account, or if their mobile doesn't have "Whatsapp" or any other so-called "social application" in "a smartphone" then they think that they are missing out on worldly affairs and start taming a phobia, dubbed F.O.M.O. by psychologists around the globe.

I am disillusioned by the need of an indispensable online society where people all behave in a virtual manner and project themselves to be the best.
Not a poem but an informative post.
Wake up if you are still stuck in the illusion. Because I know that nobody will be happy in the long run after losing real friends due to virtual ones.

Please don't damage your careers, relationships and other far more important things in life by falling for the illusions created by the online society.
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I had a lot at stake for a long-long time,
The guillotine could not wait to fall,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I was about to go bankrupt just recently,
The vultures had set eyes on my loss,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I could not afford that loss if it happened,
The scavengers roamed freely around,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I was saved with lot of effort & her love,
The vultures were kept away by her,
So glory to the king of hearts...

I won my love back putting all efforts,
The guillotine fails to get my neck,
**So, glory to the queen of my heart...
My HP Poem #783
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 767
I Am Just Scared
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I am not scared of heights,
Not of anything or living beings,
Be it a snake or be it a lion.

I am really brave,
Not put out my flame,
By any serious accident.

I had all my organs failed,
Not my heart had died,
Bring the worst & I won't die.

I was tried by Yamdoot,
No, He couldn't take me,
Because I refused to die then.

I was tried by deadly viral,
Even a fever of 107ºF couldn't **** me,
Because I was yet to meet you.

I am just scared to lose you,
Won't you hold my hand?
Won't you stand by my side...?

Because I know that for sure,
If you are gone from my life,
So would my breath & heartbeat.
Yamdoot is the Hindu messenger of Death working under Shiva & Brahma.

My HP Poem #782
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 5.2k
Oh Beloved Princess
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Oh beloved princess,
I'm just a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank I have.


You are daughter of the king,
I lack any maids or servants,
You are protected by shawls,
I lack even a blanket or rug..

Get married to a moneylender,
Marry a lucky man...

I have pieces of purity,
But I'm just a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank I have.


You live in the palaces,
I roam the wilderness,
You are not used to it,
I am used to roaming.

Get married to a rich man,
Marry a lucky man.

I just have purity in me,
Yes, I'm a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank is all I have.


I carry on my austerity in incense,
I drink a slurry of cinders,
I tame hundreds of snakes on my neck,
I will scare you off my saturnalia.

You need a man with wavy hair,
A man with wavy hair.

My hair is dishevelled,
I am a commoner,
And I drink cannabis,
All I have is a lime & shank.
Translation of a Haryanvi folk hymn.

According to folklore, Lord Shiva tells this to his future wife Sati who was a princess that wanted to get married to Shiva.

She has things her own way in the end and marries the God.

In the story, Sati enters the fire when Shiva drinks the venom after Samundra Manthan - a tussle for the Nectar and thus sparing Shiva his life.

Sati was reborn as Parvati who in turn is a manifestation of Shakti - the energy.

Such are mythical love stories.

My HP Poem #781
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 985
You're Going Away
Àŧùl Feb 2015
And my breath becomes so heavy...

Come closer, don't go away
And my breath will become easy...
Thanks for staying, I won't disappoint you ever.

My HP Poem #780
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 2.4k
I Do Not Love You
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I do not love you,
You read it right,
As saying just I love you is so less.

Because I more than love you, partner,
Yes you're right,
I am totally mad.
My HP Poem #779
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 1.3k
Regression
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Previous Life

You were Kripacharya's sister,
Born out of Earth as his twin,
You were unlike the brother,
Shantanu took both of you with him.

In his chariot you were taken,
To the king Shantanu's fort,
There both learnt archery,
Here was that I fell in love with you.

I was bestowed with a boon,
Immortality was needless,
I gave it up for our son,
Aśvatthāma was immortal instead.

I preferred mortality like you.

Present Day**

Just like you even I was reborn,
Love story was to be completed,
Experience makes me extreme,
And you reject me profusely...

Our love remains incomplete.
My HP Poem #778
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
In this poem, I speak directly to you-know-who-because-it's-you.

Dear old friend, don't miss me ever,
If I had some genuine value in your life,
Now I add the element of request, please,
You know that most of my poems are for you,
Whether normal or proposing you to be my wife,
Please do not spoil your career being busy in vain,
The social network & apps are a total waste of time.

The social network is not a place for social service,
It is only so harmful for your own career prospects.

This is just my last request to you, Kripiji.

I know you are upset with this preaching,
But please take the positivity from this post.
Realize your ultimate aim in life of a good career.
And remember your exceptional performance two years ago.
Take some lessons from it even if you don't want me to say anything.
You were away from Facebook.
Facebook is a really cool thing..
But it is not so good for students...

And please don't resent me, Kripiji.

I am just performing my duty as a responsible lover.

By the way, it's a bit funny how I am requesting you timidly, scared to spoil your mood, I respect you for the love you have given to me from in between of all this busyness in your life which sees you prepare for your exams.

My HP Poem #777
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 436
You Have It In You
Àŧùl Feb 2015
And I am confident that you can do it.

I won't ask you to do things my way,
You are a fine person, old friend,
Upset you are with me, I realize,
But so am I disappointed with myself.

I gave so much advise that you took as restrictions,
Take your independent time just like two years ago.

The online society doesn't care if you get to a good college or not,
But I am genuinely concerned my friend.

Just concentrate on yourself,
Facebook will impede your career growth.

Not that it always does,
But it does if you allow it to do so.

Disengage from Facebook,
You should forget about the world for three months.

These three months of seeming bitterness now will pay,
They will reap for you a golden harvest.

Don't compromise with your duties,
Because I know that you can do it.
My HP Poem #776
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 1.8k
Jogging
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Jogging on the spot is healthy,
It not only keeps the body fit,
But also freshens up the mind.
Do it many times daily in mindful recurrent breaks of 2-3 minutes apart from short sittings of 50 minutes of studies.

Readers that have upcoming exams are just suggested to take out a couple of minutes per study hour to jog on the spot in their study room.

No compulsion, just a worthy piece of advice.

Scientific studies have shown that a healthy mind can only reside in healthy body which in turn is obtainable only from a healthy diet free from junk food supplemented by such light physical exercises.

My HP Poem #775
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 2.0k
All Girls Must Learn Karate
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Boys these days are really cheap,
They don't desist from flirting,
When they meet they try getting physical,
I do not need to cite any examples,
All girls must learn karate.
Just 3 more poems till I go.

My HP Poem #774
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 14.1k
A Lion Was Born
Àŧùl Feb 2015
As the sole cub born,
I had some tiniest spots,
My mother was the world,
And my father was the king,
As she fed me while I crooned for a sibling,
Dad used to just look at her,
But differences spawned and they magnified.

I never had a sibling,
I lack a big teaching.

Now I am the lonely lion.
My HP Poem #773
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 3.0k
Forest Spoke A Poem
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I went to the forest,
Forest spoke a poem...

*Have you seen my green trees,
The trees that gave me shade..

Have you seen my animals,
The animals that here played.

Have you seen my birds,
The birds that sang their songs..

Have you seen my flowers,
The flowers that scented my air...

Why does the evening feel so barren,
Where has she bereft me to rot alone?

Oh my companion mother nature,
Where have you left me oh my God?

Why only the hardened insects remain,
Who am I supposed to listen to now?

Would this bit of grass be able to survive,
Or will it abandon me just like others?

Where do these two-legged creatures come from,
Have I forgot having looked after them throughout?

Why do they use my wood to kindle bonfires,
Couldn't father time just revert everything back?
A namesake personification of the forest,
I give vent to my personal feelings herein.

My HP Poem #772
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 990
Idiosyncrasy
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I only know the ideal idiocracy,
So I am an unrealistic man.
Syncracy is an offensive for me,
So I am an orthodox pig..
I know not what idiosyncrasy is like,
Not in a relationship...

Please read the note before making any comments.
Syncracy is A system of governance which adopts two or more systems such as communism and capitalism.

An idiocracy is a government that is based upon abstract theory.

Idiosyncrasy can mean different things, most of them I am affected by.

My HP Poem #771
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 2.0k
The Cold Aura Surrounds Me
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Always it does,
But I can't shiver,
Coldest in the river,
Deathly river of tears,
Excruciating is the pain,
Filthy salty water it flows,
Grandiose in society kills me,
Hefty personal problems prey,
I can't swallow so I don't eat any,
****** of ego I turn into since long,
Killed me multiple times in a go daily,
Lovelorn I die each moment I try to cry,
Mouthful of unfriendly words help me die,
Name of mine means incomparable literally,
Ostensible concept of love entices me so much,
Put me in a jail and stuff me behind the bars now,
Quailing me is the loneliness that has been forever,
Ruling out few occasions of company I stay so aloof,
Sparing some days of happiness most are depressing,
Toying with my own heart I feel my heart is hydrogen,
Unattractive it is not & it could not stay segregated ever,
Volumes of my voice have died out & so has my hearing,
Wailing deep in my heart I let this sorrow seep in to sink,
Xenophobic I ain't but of course I dislike enemies of love,
Yucky thoughts of people assassinated my love last night,
Zeroed in on the catalyst -strange enough- she herself is it.
She has no idea that what hurt me,
But it's okay because she is not lonely.

I don't feel self-pity because I can't,
I just hate the 7th of May, 2010.

I should have died back then,
It would have been a lot peaceful.

My HP Poem #770
©Atul Kaushal

Only 7 more poems till I take a long leave.
Feb 2015 · 789
Thanks To You
Àŧùl Feb 2015
My jigsaw is definitely incomplete,
Not spiritually anymore but physically,
This very jigsaw of my life I talk about,
You were a citizen of the heavens,
Thanks for condescending in my life,
And I will be happy to complete yours,
We just have to wait for few more years.

My happiness you are - know it,
Never let me find you gone even virtually,
This jigsaw will always be unsolved,
Your clear voice is of the heavens,
Thanks for accepting to be my wife,
An angel you have come but I am a vermin,
We marry when I succeed and the dust clears.
My HP Poem #769
©Atul Kaushal
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