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Feb 2015 · 401
I Never Knew
Àŧùl Feb 2015
When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My nose was a pug, round and it was flat near my eyes.

It remained so cute till I was barely fourteen,
When it got a lifted ridge, I never knew.

Maybe until when I got the better of my own level,
When my acumen got sharper in the world's eyes.


When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My nature was so happy, jolly and gaily.

It remained so young till I crossed nineteen,
When I was greeted by the world's toxicity.

Maybe until when I got some more experience,
When I was left with a single option to grow up.


When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My choice remained between sweet & more sweet.

It remained so till I tasted what failure felt like,
When I felt their choices imposed on myself.

Maybe until I fell in the truest love of them all,
When I loved Mystery and only thought for her good.



I realize that she might feel constricted by my extreme love,
So I will let her experience more and would only caution her.
I love you truly Mystery,
Your father will also love me.

I am studying for a good career,
A good career will mean a good life.

My HP Poem #768
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Today I am promising you my love,
I will be missing only you my dove,
Only our tears will water our grove.

Tears of not just love to be dropped,
I am prizing each of our tears spent,
Only helping the growth to be lent.

Trust you knowingly with my life,
I know that just you'll be my wife,
Only knowing we will breathe rife.

Today is the Valentine's Day for us madame,
I think that tomorrow too it will be the same,
Only love is the intricate detail of my name.
10 more poems till I take a study leave.

My HP Poem #767
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 5.1k
Angel Again?
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Now I reached the lands again,
Still dazzled and confused I was,
From the encounter with an Angel,
Oh how she had filled my twilight,
Unable to forget her divinely touch.

Magical touch had enchanted me,
Able to recall it from the voyage,
I stumbled when disembarking,
Oh it was the first time for me,
My thoughts would last along.

After so many days at the sea,
I planned of bathing properly,
Her illusion tricked me thereto,
Oh how her traces remained on,
Facing mirror, I stood perplexed.

Still unable to accept the reality,
I longed for that night to repeat,
Heart beats Angel in each beat,
Life staged a drama too crazy,
Unwilling to take the reality.

My body carries the vestiges,
I turn crazier with each bath,
Her lips' traces keep appearing,
Driving me mad is her memory,
God! Bring her to life once more.

I had my powers as a commodore,
I sent for the captain of my ship,
"What bothers you, commodore,"
And so he asked of me kindly,
Then I told him of her traces.

Smiling he told me yet again,
"I had told you to get married,"
I agreed this time and nodded,
"Alright, search for me a bride,"
Going outside, he smiled plainly.
To everyone I recommend reading the first part firstly at the following link http://hellopoetry.com/poem/265976/angel/ so that you may relate to this one better.

On my fellow poets' suggestions, I continued the story of the sailor who had encountered the Angel-Mermaid.

End of part 2/7 of the 'Angel?' saga.

To be continued...

Read 'Angel?' saga part 3/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1154639/angel-surely/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 4/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1166821/angel-illusion/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 5/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1170623/angel-not-again/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 6/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1179276/angel-forever/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 7/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1182887/angel-ultimately/

My HP Poem #766
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 974
A Tryst With My Lover
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I am here
You are there
Yet we both are near
Come that one bit closer
Let all distances disappear

Just bear it with me
We will synchronize
Come respire with me
Let both our lips meet
Hips moving to the beat
My HP Poem #765
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2015 · 5.7k
I Am A Narcissist
Àŧùl Feb 2015
There are categories....

Positive: Narcissists think they are better than others.
Inflated: Narcissists' views tend to be contrary to reality. In measures that compare self-report to objective measures, narcissists' self-views tend to be greatly exaggerated.
Agentic: Narcissists’ views tend to be most exaggerated in the agentic domain, relative to the communion domain.
Special: Narcissists perceive themselves to be unique and special people.
Selfish: Research upon narcissists’ behaviour in resource dilemmas supports the case for narcissists as being selfish.
Oriented towards success: Narcissists are oriented towards success by being, for example, approach oriented.
I'm a 'Positive Specially Oriented towards success Narcissist'.
It's okay to be so.

Actually it's good and needs no medication.
Àŧùl Feb 2015
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Jan 2015 · 1.5k
Sifting In Sand
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Lying on that beach,
Under the calmer Sun,
Hands sifting in sand...

Touching your fingers,
Feeling so alive today,
Holding your hand...
A vision from the future.

My HP Poem #764
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 680
Assertions
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Statement:
I love her.

Truth:
I do love her but seek to change her, my love is untrue.

She's still a child at heart,
Unwilling to command it,
Wish I could be the same...

I would not say words,
To hurt her many times,
Wish I could be the same..

I take pity at her bad habits,
Forgetting once I was her age,
Wish I could be the same again.

But I know she'll grow up,
She'll meet her real match,
Someone as young as her.

It will not someone be surly as me,
Her match will surely be healthy,
Contrary to me he will be young..

I must live with myself,
I am not made for her,
I am made for none...
But does she not want to change me too?

My HP Poem #763
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 3.2k
A Secular Republic
Àŧùl Jan 2015
India was a secular state even before recorded history,
We welcomed all religions even before time,
Jesus is said to have come to Kashmir after Good Friday,
The English were welcomed just for business,
But what they did was occupying the nation,
As if that was not enough in itself they tried partitioning us,
After they endured the second world war,
They did decide to leave India to mind theirs,
But they decided to divide us into two.

One was the Islamic Republic of Pakistan,
Another was named as the Republic of India,
While they just tame corrupt extremism,
We tame irrationally extreme corruption,
We host unrealistic & unimaginable scams,
Sinners of all kind in the world are present here,
But there is some hope from our secular identity,
We are a progressive nation and I am so happy today.

One day will definitely come when India will be reunited.
A Republic Day write.
Our guests Mrs. Michelle & Mr. Barrack Hussein Obama are surely enjoying themselves a lot.
He is visibly impressed.

My HP Poem #762
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 639
Love
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Love is the desire to do something for someone,
It's not about getting something in return.

Love is the feeling of making someone feel so special,
It's not about getting to feel the same as a reward.

Love is the feeling of exclusivity for the lucky one,
It's not about expecting the same from them.

True love is so,
I now realize it.

Forgive me each morning if I react to you,
And avoid repeating the same words daily.
Yes I really feel hurt by you sending me messages early in the morning that you will keep me as an option in your life and you really need to stop saying those words again and again.

Please learn softness in your interactions with me. There is no need to send such messages every morning/midnight like you are not sure about me, Kripi. It hurts a lot.

An open request, please avoid messaging me if you have not slept properly.

I will keep loving you, but there are no strings attached for you and so you don't bear any responsibility.

Just deal with your career right now and please don't message me in the midnight or early morning if you haven't slept appropriately.

I know that you are so confident right now about yourself being right, but later on you will repent taking such a negative decision in hotchpotch.

I love you, Kripi, and I don't want you to feel bad tomorrow in future due to your hotchpotch decisions today in the present.

Take your time wordlessly to settle in your professional life.

And of course you are free to go with a better prospective life partner.

My HP Poem #761
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 149
Letting Go
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Letting someone go is the best,
Especially when you love them.

I'll let her take her own decisions,
It's a part of growing up, now I know.

Seeing her fall from her mistakes,
Would not at all be desirable for us.

But I wish her luck and not advise,
'Cause she doesn't like free advice.

Maybe she would require me soon,
I'll just be on my toes for that day.
I trust you Kripiji and I know that you won't break it.

I also know that you trust me too and I assure you that I won't break it either.

Keep the flame burning.

My HP Poem #758
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 470
The Secret
Àŧùl Jan 2015
It's not just about me,
It's entirely about me.

AKS's Collection it is,
Atul Kaushal Sharma's Collection.

Nobody knew it is so,
And nobody could ever even tell.

Not a secret anymore,
To the world, it's an open invitation.
Jan 2015 · 1.8k
Hermit
Àŧùl Jan 2015
If I don't attain you after 6 years,
I'll turn a hermit for sure, so sure.

A hermit entire life I'll despise it,
I'll bunk society for sure, so sure.

The society will bear the blame,
Apart from me it is responsible.

For your scary future decision,
I will lead the life of an ascetic.

Turning a patient seems better,
Leading a loner's life is awful.

Would be calling me life-long,
A traumatized stalemate state.

This is no blackmail but truth,
Bitter it may seem but it's better to turn a hermit if I don't get you.

Because achieving is love for me,
Silent love is not my thing dear.
Listen to the peppy retro song called 'Tu Na Mili To Hum Jogi Ban Jaaenge' by Kishore Kumar.

My HP Poem #756
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 668
Baby
Àŧùl Jan 2015
You've got a tough phase coming up baby,
Don't bow baby, don't back out.

'Coz this battle is far from compromise,
This is our joint life, oh my future wife.

Just hold my hand with all your might,
Through the harsh day and dark night.

Darling need not you to worry alright,
Don't bother about nightmares' fright.

You will help your patients in future surely,
'Coz you have the spirit of goddess Panacea.

Be brave as you face of the problems,
This blizzard will pass & I'll protect you.

Worry may your ill-wishers babe,
You have the good luck of love so loud.
For Kripiji
My HP Poem #755
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
When I was recovering,
I used to get false sensations,
To urinate and I got illusions.

I thought that my parents were ghosts,
And so was I in hell under many pains,
That was when I was recovering.
My HP Poem #754
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 721
A Hope & A Promise
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Come out of the torment you are going through,
I will be waiting dear,
At the other invisible end of this dark tunnel only for you.

Come slap me with your results when they're out,
I am very confident that they will be fine
And I promise that I will only hug you in return.

Just please don't go so far away right now,
Take some time and don't come to conclusions.
In you, I saw my yesterday, in you I see my today, and only in you I will see my tomorrow.

Tomorrow will surely come,
You and me both know it,
It won't be too late and no damage done.

Just be calm,
Be generous,
Only shower your love on me.
For Kripi,
She's upset with me.

But actually,
She has just panicked in the shadow of exams like 2 years ago.

I understand it now even though she doesn't,
I got really upset when she said those words and abused her verbally for ditching me when I was in B'lore trying to sell our home there as I wanted to get settled here in the North and not in the South as B'lore is a difficult city and foremost reason, 'Kripi would be so far away from any society that she can easily communicate with as the language prominently spoken there is Kannada. Also, I didn't want her to feel too far away from her own home in Amritsar. While Karnal is only about 7 hours away from Amritsar via road/rail, Bengaluru is much more far away from Amritsar even by air.'

I am sorry Kripi, but now I understand your situation.

And have faith in yourself,
You will succeed in the worldly gauge of success for sure. But you have already succeeded in my eyes.

I won't hurry, you just patiently and dedicatedly appear for your exams.

Even then it's your wish whether you see a future with me or not.

My HP Poem #753
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 3.6k
The Lamenting Clarinet
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Whenever I enter any Indian Wedding,
The clarinet would be lamenting in rejoice,
Playing it would be very frequently happy tunes,
The irony became so profound when I'd move further,
Clarinet already lamented that the groom would lose himself.
My HP Poem #752
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
But do they in reality?

No they don't all love poetry,
Neither do they understand it,
Nor do they all genuinely 'heart' it,
They just click the heart because they can.

The same is true about people saying that they like poems,
Most people think it's a waste of time in totality,
But how insulting it is for is poets,
They will just click heart just for the reason they can.
Not a proper poem, but a poem howsoever.

My HP Poem #751
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.7k
A Few More Nights
Àŧùl Jan 2015
A few more nights must pass by,
Some more torment I will endure,
Until when I ask looking up in the sky,
Until I die came the answer from within.

But till then, I'll help humanity,
I would help mother nature,
I will help my parents,
I must help myself.
My HP Poem #750
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
They tell lies,
Not caring what the product may be,
Whatsoever the others may get hurt,
They do not care the least about me,
At least the one who was expected to did never care about me.
Such a loser is shamelessly writing these words.
Just 30 more poems to go before I take a long, long break to study dedicatedly for my entrance exam.

My HP Poem #747
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Being without my pall,
I don't feel like living anymore,
Even my tears have now dried up,
Time, make me meet my match now.

It's a game my destiny plays,
I was to meet you one day.
In the grooves of our hands,
All of this story was written.
We were together across births,
I had to meet you once again.

May anybody know or not,
This moment is the most beautiful.

Wish these moments get frozen,
Let me become yours now,
I decline the heavens,
For being a tear in your eyes.

This is our ancient love,
But cursed we are,
I can't meet you in this birth.

You gave me such a love,
That nobody pleases me now.
I want to stay like this in this embrace,
And get lost in your breath.

Wish these moments get frozen,
Wish you be mine & I be yours,
Paradise be rejected by us both,
In each other's tears we may dwell.
I had hugged Kripi shortly but tightly in a crisp manner before I got onto the train on 24th of September in 2014 in the morning, after I had been to her place on her birthday on the 23rd of September to meet my dear love.
The above poem is inspired from those moments.

Also, being honest, this poem is a rough translation of the Pakistani band Jal's Hindi/Punjabi/Urdu song 'Kash Ye Pal Tham Jaayein'.

And, I refute all such assumptions that I am a hater of Islam or Pakistan because their genuinely good things like Jal the Band or other such progressive rock bands and similar artists from Pakistan can't ever be completely ignored.

Jal the alternative rock band and similar acts from Pakistan have been a major source of inspiration for me while not many Indian artists succeed to invite such acclaim from me.

My HP Poem #743
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 685
Novice
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I am 24 years old,
Call myself experienced,
Oh,
But so novice at loving.

And now I hold no wish at loving.
My HP Poem #742
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 460
An Open Letter To Time
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Dear Time,

I have lived lonely enough so far,
Among these indifferent people,
I stand out as lonely not on par.

You've given me demos of love,
And you've given me some too,
Yet I am tortured by demons of loneliness.

They all fail to understand me,
And probably they all hate me,
They all abandon after unplugging some holes in the boat of me.

Enough of these games, time,
Let's play again our parts usually,
Hey time, don't be so hostile!!!
I'm okay Kreepy, I won't miss you ever.

Because sending kisses in IM's to all your boy friends, you're not at any fault. It's just that I'm not compatible with anyone, let alone you.

I am so extremely sorry that I tried to manipulate your life and inculcate some discipline. I forgot that your brought up has moulded you in an intangible way. You are best away from me and there can be better prospective matches than me.

Don't worry, I don't hate you.

It's just that I don't love you anymore.

Someone really close to my heart killed all my love for you by saying some really bad words.

My HP Poem #741
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.0k
Come, Stand By My Side
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Come, stand by my side
No, there is no need to hide

Look at the world, sonny
It is not as bad, or not as funny

So much strange it may seem
But you can always find the gleam

The sunshine resides in your heart
Let it come out now & illuminate

Cautiously, take care of your feelings
Suppress them, do not let them be exposed
My HP Poem #739
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.6k
I Know A Bitter Man
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I know a bitter man,
Bitter he grew from being a sweet boy,
Butter he applied to things but it didn't work out,
That bitter man here is me who often chews bitter tablets.
Fearing love I have gotten experienced the bitter way,
Know I not of any other love in any other better way.
Oh how I know about myself apparently adamantly,
I know myself but nobody as good - no better man.

Just a poem inspired by reality.
My HP Poem #738
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
I Know
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I know the most beautiful poetess,
She is my gorgeous best friend,
So lucky is all her family.

I know the cutest poetess,
She is no one but a dream,
From her was my pen name.

I want to be her husband,
She will be the coolest mother,
Our kids are going to be so lucky.

I have had time so bitter,
May time now be very kind,
And things may only get better.

I toil as ******* my part,
Just as she is sweating it out,
Midnight oil may not get empty.

I loved her so much and truly,
Free for her is my precious love,
May she accept it with open arms.

I know as much of the future,
She is my only inspiration now,
Future will see us tying the knots.
My HP Poem #737
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.0k
A DOG DIED
Àŧùl Jan 2015
And then he coincidentally fell on his back,
All were up perpendicularly each of his paws,
They put a nameplate to him,
It was just the word DOG inverted,
People had never seen anything like that,
They tried to assert what happened to him,
Someone said, **"The animal has gone back to GOD, the creator now."
My HP Poem #736
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 2.5k
New Day
Àŧùl Jan 2015
New feels the sun, new feels the light,
New day, yes it is a new morning.

Passed has at last the night,
A new day is here before me,
Gone are the stale moments,
New day, yes it is a new morning.

Forget what you didn't get,
Flowers have again bloomed,
Now the cows are mooing,
New day, yes it is a new morning.

So just feel the new sun, feel the new light,
Come here, oh my friend, let me hug you tight.
My HP Poem #735
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
Mxyzptlk
Àŧùl Jan 2015
You often think that you are immortal, invincible but a Mxyzptlk will always be there to show you that you are but mortal.

That Mxyzptlk here is time,
Yes it's time, dime for dime,
The entity is the strongest,
With patience you can deal with it the best.
Mxyzptlk (pronounced Mixyizpitlik) is a powerful villain in Superman series.

My HP Poem #734
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 2.9k
The Ones They Crave For
Àŧùl Jan 2015
The ones they crave for,
They the lamps of your eyes,
Writing I am such words.

It could not be treated,
Pain - sweet pain in my heart,
It could not be ceased,
Magic - wonderful magic in your eyes,
Today I bring such a gift for you,
Yes, I write such words.

Keep them in your heart,
From eyes they may not slip,
My poems are so delicate,
Lest they not get ignored by you,
I will keep writing these poems,
Yes, I write such words.

Until they not touch your soul,
My poems will just wander,
They will just remain flowers,
Longing for butterflies you give to me,
Will keep singing them for you,
Yes, I write such words.

The ones they crave for,
They the lamps of your eyes,
Writing I am such words.
My HP Poem #733
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 570
As Far As You Can Go
Àŧùl Jan 2015
You may try going,
As far as you can go,
But I know, yes I know.

You are missing me bad,
As far as I may keep trying,
But I know my final destination.

You failed to get me once,
Oh Death, slow death will come,
Immense emotional decay to fill in.

You must be frustrated,
Why does he not just die,
Probably you should concede it.

You can never forget me,
Stop trying it Lady Death,
I have with me my sweet Lady Luck.

You must be tired now,
Why not take some rest,
Probably even you should sleep.

I will die when it's time,
Not now do I plan to die,
Yes, I will when I need to sleep.

Knowing your strength,
I pay you respect truth of life,
I am not questioning your powers.

But what defeats you,
Is your own demon within,
O sole truth of life you get arrogant.

Having taken life for granted,
You refuse to accept defeat by it,
Each current, planned & unplanned life.
My HP Poem #732
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Lady,
Only if you can guarantee that you would let me be,
Accept my love for you unbridled and be patient,
I want to hear your gab daily,
Not just for an hour or a day,
But for life - I would dare to say,
And you will be my pretty princess.
My HP Poem #731
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.0k
Love Is Waste Of Time
Àŧùl Jan 2015
So that's an old saying,
Every experienced person says,
Still who has been able to restrict lovers,
I say that I have never received flowers,
I really want to waste my time,
Expecting, I am dying.
My HP Poem #730
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 2.6k
Charlie Hebdo
Àŧùl Jan 2015
What happened there in Paris was outrageous,
They spared Eiffel Tower but took out their frustration,
Who bore the brunt of terrorists were brave journos.

What they lost was nothing else but logic & their mind,
They fight for protecting interests of the Devil,
Who do they worshipping with that hatred of theirs?
Terrorists are the jerks waging a Jihad they lost way back in time.

My HP Poem #729
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.2k
7 Seconds
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I would like you all to buy my novel's eBook @
www.amazon.com/dp/aw/B00MYY0DMA/
or
www.amazon.in/dp/aw/B00MYY0DMA/
which is the link to my novel's eBook. Its title is 7 Seconds which has sold around 20 copies by now with positive reviews by its few readers.
A Facebook fan page at www.facebook.com/7SecondsAKS has already gathered a large following just from the introduction.

You'll need a credit card or an internationally enabled debit card for this purpose.

After the extremely serious accident on 7th of May in 2010 which had me on the brink of dying a comatose death, I'm in a transition from my bachelor's degree to a master degree.

I need to independently bear my medical expenses. The story is awesome and is definitely going to impress you. 7 Seconds is a novel that contains many story-related poems.

It is a fast paced story of more than 100,000 words which traces its origins from my real life and is then entirely a fiction. It has the flavours of teen fiction, romance novel, sci-fi, spirituality, anti-terrorism, tourism and the unmistakable tangy Desi flavour of India.

Trust my word. Buy the fabulous story. I couldn't get it published in hard copy because of the corrupt Indian system which also has entangled the youth of India.

If you like my poems, you are going to love my novel.

In today's date, hard copy of a novel is both taxing on the Environment and the buyer. An eBook is not only far more economical and greener than a conventional novel but also it is more easily accessible on a handheld device.

All I can say is that I request you to do your bit both for the environment, and also for your beloved poet who wants to bear his medical expenses on his own till his studies get completed.
Not a poem but a hopeful request. Try this Indian poetical novelist's story.
Jan 2015 · 5.9k
Elsa Angelica
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I agree what her name says,
I disagree with whatever any donkey brays.

She's kindhearted and also so very gorgeous,
She has got an angelic heart.

Elsa you are one of the most beautiful poets I've ever seen,
And you just need to ignore people contradicting it as they are not free from sin.
Elsa, this one's for you.
You are one of the few good hearts I know.
Trust me when I say so, because the mirror might be wrong but not me.
My HP Poem #728
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 897
Presumptions
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I know not how I get projected as a shy guy,
Weird presumption, I would now just say.

People come speak to me for like a few hours,
They just don't interest me enough to invite replies.

But most often, it happens in the classrooms!
Teachers are oftentimes the ones with this complaint!

Is only some overtly tough subject eligible for my thoughts,
For my words, for my questions and for my answers?
A funny thought that came to my mind.

:-D :-D :-D
:-P

My HP Poem #727
©Atul Kaushal

50 more poems till I take a long vacation from writing new poetry.
Jan 2015 · 1.5k
Self-Embalm & Reinnervate
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Surely a piece of me died back then,
Least I faced after it is physical pain,
Like needless needles it was stinging,
All I managed was writing a poem.

Not a regular poet but an enthusiast,
Within me someone happy had died,
I started embalming the dear & dead,
Only hoping that I shall be revived..

My dying song gave birth to a poem,
Heart for the poem healed my heart,
The poem was truly a miracle for me,
Nothing less than a potion of elixir...
A tribute to myself and my poem 'Angel?' that healed my heart after the inglorious accident on May 7, 2010 crippled my life permanently.

Please refer to my poem 'Angel?' @ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/265976/angel/ and its comments for connecting with the story of this poem.

I also wrote a novel called '7 Seconds' whose eBook is available @ http://www.amazon.in/Seconds-Typical-Guy-Not-Life-ebook/dp/B00MYY0DMA and writing the novel I got redemption from the ghosts of loneliness I had to tackle unwantedly after my accident had fractured my degree apart from robbing me of all the friendships I had fostered.

My HP Poem #726
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 462
Oh My Dream Girl
Àŧùl Jan 2015
My heart always calls out to you,
So much I will attain from so less,
Just let me be yours & you be mine.
My HP Poem #725
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 565
The Torture
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Stomp it under her heels too,
Satisfy her ego and be happy,
Should I complain not about it,
Shall I move ahead self-centricly,
Studying is of much help not now,
Stop I must after writing & revising,
Shut I must my mind down now.

Shucks!
I myself am torturing my heart.
Time to mend my ways,
'Coz I'm a special human being,
Everyone rejects me,
Be it people, or let it be life or death,
I will live uncompromising all the way,
'Coz it's my second life,
And I won't get another lucky chance.

Only a poem or two everyday will help me move on again.

My HP Poem #724
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
She Had Me Laid
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I had once known a young lady,
Taller & fairer than me was she.
With elfin ears she looked cuter,
Of high traits was she an owner.
Attracted I was strongly to her,
Little did I know what it spelt.
Now I know it read danger,
But the damage has been inflicted.
Pointless, all this repenting is now,
How could I let someone so close?
On her own bed she had me lying,
I waited for the guillotine to fall.
My HP Poem #723
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2015 · 1.5k
Say Your Words
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Inviting you to slay my heart,
Come you can eliminate me,
I shall get slain by your words,
You need not any weapon to ****.
But a new Atul will arise in the end.

My HP Poem #722
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2014 · 636
My Plans For 2015
Àŧùl Dec 2014
Some Decisions:
1. Fewer poems would be written by me daily.
2. I'll concentrate on strengthening my career.
3. More self-centric motives will be my priority.
4. I'll make my parents feel proud about me.
5. Friends will be chosen extremely cautiously.
6. I won't forget and forgive people's mistakes because I'm not a fictional idealistic Godman.
7. I will truly hold on to the above six decisions.
Not a poem.
Dec 2014 · 459
Bye|Welcome
Àŧùl Dec 2014
I.
Set aside the ***** memories of 2014,
Just remember the golden moments,
Welcome the year next with a smile,
I don't hope 2015 to be a better year,
So unfair to hope things to get better.

II.
Didn't they teach at school,
All things go on decaying,
Relationships included,
In 2014 they decayed,
And so will they now,
I'll be ready to take it,
Whatever may come!

III.
Because I am who I am,
Stupid you may call me,
I always invited trouble,
Mortal I am just normal,
2015, just be kind on me.
I just want some new happiness and peace.
Old one won't well serve the purpose as it rots.

My HP Poem #721
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2014
She was my sunshine,
She was my rain,
I had another chance,
Now I'm single once again!

But before my breakup,
Prior to this beautiful relationship,
I was feeling lonelier than ever...
Hadn't I thought forever single 'coz so much was the pain after my inglorious accident,
But I knew that I would fail my decision & taste the pain once more..
Little did I know that her newer, younger ego would be stronger than any diamond.

She was my girl,
I took it so literally...
She was my girlfriend,
I felt lucky to be with her..
She sure was cute and sweet,
I just felt so much privileged.
She was a very pampered baby,
More my daughter than a friend..
She was still immature mentally,
Not ready for the relation...

She was addicted to fast-food,
I was being eerily parent-like to her...
She loved to tell me her sufferings,
I was telling her to improve her habits..
She broke up the relation just recently,
I was dumped again for being overcaring.

But it's okay with me,
I will take my box elsewhere,
Because such a girl will surely be,
I think she's out there - somewhere...

Surely she is out there.
Didn't I know she wasn't the one?

My HP Poem #720
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2014 · 1.6k
The Story Of My Pen Name
Àŧùl Dec 2014
Is dictated by my happiness.
I don't know, everything is so uncertain in her mind regarding me.

My HP Poem #719
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2014 · 1.4k
Desire & Requirement
Àŧùl Dec 2014
She was not solely a desire,
She was my requirement,
She was very beautiful,
Only till she showed her dark heart.

Her self-centred winds destroyed it,
Relation was beautiful,
That was a requirement,
It is just happy memories.

But now I must moved on,
She was not mine ever,
She could not get it,
For me it's yet another relation over.
Like all other instances I again think that I won't move on. But this time I genuinely think that I won't ever marry.

Thanks for whatever.

And I seriously doubt it if I would ever be able to forgive you.

My HP Poem #718
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2014 · 823
Drowning In Child Marriage
Àŧùl Dec 2014
Down the depths of the lake of your eyes' nectar flowing,
Very often I find myself lost in the oblivion - drowning...

It comes over me as handling - very much controlling,
Trying to dodge the memories of her which are entailing..

While I try to convince myself - I am cursed for life,
I am married since my birth and my wife's name is misery.
My HP Poem #717
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2014 · 312
The Remnants Of Yesterday
Àŧùl Dec 2014
After dusk day by day,
My memory gets better,
But my mood gets worse.

Yesterday was always a sorry day,
Many lessons,
All pointing out at just one thing.

Yes, I must stay alone,
My armada is just one ship strong,
No siblings of my own.

I remember a short golden period,
In the past,
Now it seems crimson within me.

Pitifully, I ask myself,
What to do with a material fortune,
I've none to share it with.

After sun sets in the west,
I control my eye,
Lest any drop escapes it.

Because I know,
Yes I do know that,
Things will get better,
Darkness will go again,
The sun would come out,
Time it might take to shine,
My hair would gray by then.
My HP Poem #716
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2014 · 547
Where has that love gone?
Àŧùl Dec 2014
I wonder, more I wonder and I wonder more...
Where has that love gone?

I ask the sun, I ask the stars and I ask the air..
Where has that love gone?

I look within me, I seek in you and I realize it's no use.
Where has that love gone?

Was I so controlling, was I so demeaning and was I so stone-hearted??
That love has gone far away!

Were you not too rude, were you not insulting and were you not always on the aggressive???
That love breathes its last in me.
Do rebound back before it's too late, please.

I'll wait for you to call me on 7th of May, 2015.

I have gone against my friends and family's wishes in choosing you.

Please don't let me down, dear.

7th May, 2015

11:59 p.m.

I'll wait till then.

I'm going to just study and shape my career till then.

And of course, I'll truly stay yours.

Whosoever may attempt to distract me, whichever tease may try to pull me, I'll stay true to you.

I'm ready to be referred to as a fool by the people, but my love is true and certainly you'll realize it before it's too late.

I don't want to lose you.

Because I love you, truly, and exclusively, please trust me.

My HP Poem #715
©Atul Kaushal
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