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Feb 2014 · 267
Few Good Nights
Àŧùl Feb 2014
I have this peculiar habit of expressing my unrelenting love for you in particular, my love.
In this life full of failures I stand alone and if not for you, I do not see any well-wishers.
They tell me that I am doing it wrong and I would mess it up as usual in the end.
But I am unaffected whatever they may say and they may tell me to do it the normal way.
You are too much young than me they say, yes I feel for you like a guardian, yes I love you truly.
Let them spew out more poison, let them all turn a blind eye to their own problems.
So then their format of life is okay for them, I don't care about theirs and will live my own.
My HP Poem #526
©Atul Kaushal
Feb 2014 · 929
Romance A to Z
Àŧùl Feb 2014
As we lead our lives,
Boring or interesting,
Calm and caring for it,
Dealing the problems,
Elevating our quality,
Freshening up daily,
Greatly upscaling,
Happy smiles,
Intimately,
Jerking threats away,
Kissing happiness,
Leading  brighter,
Much  more  long,
Newer  &  higher,
Over  the  clouds,
Pouring hot love,
Queer  above  all,
Resting  relieved,
Staring night sky,
Treetops craning,
Up onto the stars,
Violins  of nature,
Waking  up fresh,
Xenophilia popping,
Yearning divine sin,
Zesty opera of our lives.
My idea of our romance in torchlight!
Another concrete poetry from me.
The Romantic Torch

Not an electronic torch but an Olympic Torch kind-one.

My HP Poem #525
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
It's brought to the HP fraternity's kind notice that some scammers are active here and are sending spam messages that bear phishers' look. The following message was received by my account (please ignore the awful grammar usage by this person):

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with linda ahmed
linda ahmed   6 minutes ago
Hello dear ,

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My father died a few months ago and left me the only daughter behind, he died in heart attack because of killing innocent people in my country Cote d' Ivoire crisis .. Though his sudden death was linked or rather suspected by an uncle of mine who was with him at that time was to be leading . But God knows the truth ! My mother died when I was just 6yrs old, and since then my father took me so special .

Before the death of my father , he called me and informed me that he he deposited the sum of $ 6,500,000.00 USD in a bank here Abidjan Cote D ' Ivoire. He told me that he deposited the money in my name, and also gave me all the necessary legal documents regarding this deposit at the bank.
I am only 20 years old and a university student and really do not know what to do . Now I want an honest and God fearing partner overseas who I can transfer this money with his assistance and after the transaction I will come and reside permanently in your country till such a time that it is convinient for me to return home , if I so desire. This is because I have suffered a lot of setbacks as a result of President incessant political crisis in our country Ivory Coast.

The death of my father actually brought sorrow , my life. I want to invest the fund under your care because I know nothing of economy. I am in a sincere desire of the humble assistance in this regard. Your suggestions and ideas will be highly regarded. Now allow me to ask these few questions:
First Can you help me , honest from the heart ?
Second Can I completely trust you?
3rd What percentage of the total amount in question will be good for you after the fund transfeered to your account and i come to meet you ?

Please consider this and reply me on my private e -mail as soon as possible ( lindaahmed503@yahoo.com ) immedaitely i confirm your willingness , by e -mail, I will send to you my picture and also inform you more details involved in this matter.
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Sincerely,
Miss Linda Ahmed
Feb 2014 · 886
Prestidigitator
Àŧùl Feb 2014
I have been hypnotized,
You've really jinxed me,
Such are your charms...
Loving me presdigitator,
Was a very lovely stake,
Kissing me in dreams...
Having loved me fullest,
Xeroxing all your traits,
Oh you have loved me...
Zesty & savory flavours,
Celebrating the festival,
Asking not what is love...
Barring nothing we feel,
Drafting the instrument,
The instrument of love...
Picking colorful flowers,
Years to follow decades,
Everything seems cute...
Unique friends we are,
Guests in garden of life,
Jaded our relationship...
Frisking different angles,
Many plans still being set,
Nearer to our hearts daily...
Version old never scaring,
Quickly vanishing worries...
Each first word of each line in this poem starts from a unique letter and all alphabets are covered exactly once.

My HP Poem #524
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
My life that feels complete with you,
It'll all be just incomplete once more,
Be incomplete and so might be yours,
But I'll always & exclusively be yours,
Be it all that romantic nights to come,
It'll be me shielding from downpour,
My promise no drop will touch you.
My HP Poem #523
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 313
Link'd Young Hearts!
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Heart! Yes oh my heart!!
'Twas never so complete,
'Twas not so happy 'fore.

Heart! Yes oh the heart!!
It's just hers & only hers,
It is hers forever & ever.

Heart! Yes oh her heart!!
It is just mine & my only,
It is mine forever & ever.

Hearts! Yes oh our hearts!!
They fused & became one,
It is now just immaterial.
My HP Poem #522
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Come oh my partner,
Accompany me to the hills,
The streams of cool fresh waters,
And calm tall trees of pine,
Await your presence.

The snow glows white,
Incomplete without you,
While it's just me alone here,
I think of you as nearer,
The sun glows bright..

Wind blows so softly,
As if saying your name,
With each of soft gust cool,
Accentuating just 'you',
In the winter nights...
My HP Poem #521
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 746
Another Poem For My Love
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Scribbling away my usual thoughts,
I mostly come across your thoughts,
My shallow beats get deep thoughts.

As they joyfully prance on the dark,
Slaying the darker-grimmer shades,
My brighter thoughts will only win.

In my joyous moments I need you,
In my darker moments I need you,
In my present & future I need you.
My HP Poem #520
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 573
Good Morning Morni!
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Your Mor longs for you,
Waiting with patience,
Cooing sweetly in day,
Dreaming in the night.

Rainbows fail inciting,
My colors start fading,
When she stays away,
Dancing is agonizing..

But when she comes,
Happiness increases,
Start cooing happily,
Me & her - together...
Mor is the Peacock, and morni is the Peahen variant of the regular Peafowl in Hindi.

My HP Poem #519
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
My heart beats calmly
-It just calls her name-
With each strong beat

My life just revolves
-She does not know it-
Only around herself

My concentration has
-Quite interestingly ya-
Improved drastically
My HP Poem #518
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 795
I Do Not Miss Her
Àŧùl Jan 2014
She's gone to attend a wedding ceremony,
The relative's wedding takes place in Delhi,
And she just touched my city to reach there.

I won't lie but will tell the incomplete truth,
Still feeling her even though we didn't talk,
Our bond is so strong that I don't miss her.

Her thought's on my mind with each breath,
'My cute young' I inhale & 'lady love' I exhale,
I know she is missing me & I can't blame her.

I miss not getting to hear her harpish voice,
I listen to her in my mind as I've no choice,
I imagine what she looks like in that attire.

She is not scary but she just appears angelic,
She must be giving them all goosebumps,
She has the beauty just so heavenly...
My HP Poem #517
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 467
I - Me - Myself
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I** feel just so incomplete
Within My present
Life without You

No need to invite worries
Just take care of yourself
Till we finally have a date

Now as you crave for me
Just keep my care in mind
Till you feel my kiss of love
I am incomplete for the time being, I'll be complete & satisfied with life once I meet you.

My HP Poem #516
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 5.2k
Gorgeous
Àŧùl Jan 2014
So are her cutesy baby face,
Her twinkling watery eyes,
And her happy harpy voice.

So are her happiest smiles,
Her presence is truly divine,
And blessings for my heart.

So are her heartfelt promise,
Her thought itself is healing,
And even mighty is her love.
My HP Poem #515
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I want to be happier with you lifelong,
No I won't be satiated ever without you.

I love you with all my heart and mind,
No one can ever & ever substitute you.

I get something new about us each day,
We only get mature every passing gray.

I aspire to be rich enough to buy a ring,
We then unite closer than diamond in it.

I promise you nothing at all but sincerity,
You just need to call me out if life is hard.

I wish more certainty in all my promises,
You would be more close to me than ever.

I tame this dream as a vision & desire,
Just please assume your rightful place.
My HP Poem #514
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 508
If
Àŧùl Jan 2014
If
If they declare me mentally unstable,
I'll fight until they bind me in chains.

If they bind me & put me behind bars,
I'll befriend other mental cases there..

If they isolate me from other patients,
I'll break-free and come to your love...

If they try restraining me once more,
I'll show them who's the boss around..

If they **** me by some wicked method,
I'll come again as a spirit & its essence.
My HP Poem #513
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I will sing a lullaby for you to sleep
You will get lost in your dream land

Let tonight be long, for it was a day of heavy thoughts & work
Don't be so bent on revenge dear, one day your luck will change
Let me show you a dream when the sun would shine bright

When you open your eyes young ones, it would be morning again
The message that time brings, will also bring happiness to you
I will not blow off the flame of the lamp yet so do not get scared
 
I just sing this lullaby and you just sleep
Then one day you repeat it for your kids
My HP Poem #512
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Dream about me & my love, my darling
Dream about us being one, my darling
Dream about your future, my darling
Dream about each night, my darling
Dream about life happily, my darling
Dream about our romance, my darling
Dream about the aspirations, my darling

And prepare dedicatedly for the life you want.
Ignore those ignoble nightmares, my darling
Remember that they are not bigger than our joint dream of a happy life, my darling

I hope that the nightmare you saw last was actually your last and now on you'll learn to control what you dream about, my darling

For that you must see the brighter side of the nightmares that all nightmares must end finally and you can control what you dream about when you are asleep.

My HP Poem #511
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 968
Me & My Dear Inamorata
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I dream of you every single night,
My eyes are closed & they are open too,
I imagine future - I see us living together...

Not as elaborate dreams as yours,
But I have largely elaborate visions too,
I imagine a lot, lot & lot of our joint future..

Mostly my dreams are colorless,
Those are often about you inamorata,
Unlike yours which often you see colorful.
My HP Poem #510
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Famous Macedonia
the land of Alexander,
you drove away the barbarians,
and now you are free!

You are and you'll be Greek,
the very pride of every Greek,
and we will be looking
at you with pride again!

Macedonians cannot
live enslaved,
even if they lose everything,
they still have their Freedom!
The anthem of Greek Macedonia.
Jan 2014 · 2.1k
I Dub Thee Gulbadan
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Oh cutest princess of all colors,
Just be the queen of my garden,
Lest the flowers here miss you.

Here are many colorless flowers,
Come and fill in the various colors,
My life needs only your presence.

Thoughts gliding untold like wasps,
I have prepared a bed with flowers,
Let us lie in each other's arms now.
Gulbadan literally translates from Hindi/Urdu/Persian to "a lady with her body akin to flowers".

My HP Poem #509
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 5.5k
Happy Lohri & Happy Pongal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
May these cold waves be bygones,
May the crops be ripened & harvested,
May your family be full of health.

Happy Lohri to North Indians,
Happy Pongal to South Indians,
Happy Makar Sankranti to all.

Come let us all sit encircling the bonfire,
Come let us all pray by offering peanuts,
Come let us all be blessed  with sunlight.
My HP Poem #508
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Crispy vegetables you belong to Me,
Deliciously Healthy,
Nutritiously Yummy,
Be my children's Mummy!
My HP Poem #507
©Atul Kaushal
Jan 2014 · 1.3k
Handed To Obsoletion
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Truncated
Another mistake.
Jan 2014 · 1.3k
I Am All For You
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I told you, "I love you kiddie, but don't take me wrong."
You might have considered it few times within your head.
You had thought, 'What's it with him, he is much elder.'

I had sort of read your mind, "Don't consider me a *******, there."
You might have actually considered me a *******.
You however thought, 'He is a nice guy, just like my dad and he's just 6 years & 9 months older.'

I am really lucky to have your young gift in my life.
Now I won't ever let you go my good luck shine.
You're my best buddy & my life companion.
My HP Poem #506
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2013
Read and share it.* This is the *last secret you need to know about if you wish to live longer.

Control what you dream.

Now I'm not joking in here.

An unknown entity would knock at your door or your home's window in your nightmare, don't bother answering it even in your nightmare.

Because whether you believe me or don't but the person at the door or window will give you a simple scare to you in your nightmare, and you get scared with a heart-attack following it in quick succession.

If you're aged 50+, this might be a wake-up call.

Don't sleep alone, try sleeping each night with a kid who cares about you and can wake you up when they listen you murmuring, "Who's that at the door," in sleep.
Believe me people. Night time sleepy heart failures are a result of nightmares. That's for sure and avoiding delving in those nightmares is probably the only method to avoid death at an ancient age.

Issued in public interest by Atul Kaushal.
Dec 2013 · 1.4k
Her Splendid Grandeur
Àŧùl Dec 2013
She is gorgeously slim & her skin feels softer,
I visualize & often I dream of being with her,
Cuddling curls of her otherwise straight hair.

So refreshingly sweeter her voice feels softer,
All things begin & end around a smile of hers,
Under her calm eyes in the shade of her hair.

Whether the fruit of my Karma or otherwise,
I find it hard to ignore this gift of time to me,
The calmest sea after that tsunami in my life.

So sweetly attractive is her thought in mind,
All the time she stays staunchly on my mind,
Under the blues of mind making them violet.

She hacked all my sins & put pins to them all,
I wonder how she got baby colors in my life,
Cuddling the long grown-up baby inside me.
My HP Poem #505
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2013 · 601
Happy Christmas
Àŧùl Dec 2013
Have a Merry Christmas my Christian friends.
Dec 2013 · 3.3k
A Beastly Sanctuary
Àŧùl Dec 2013
Roar!
The sanctuary roars,
Some of its many beasts seem angry,
They all feel hungry.

Roar!!
The roar is sadder,
Some of the advanced beasts feel sad,
They all miss hunting.

Roar!
The roar is full of sorrow,
Some of its beasts can't contain the sorrow,
They all miss their families.
My HP Poem #504
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2013 · 954
23rd Of December
Àŧùl Dec 2013
Today I completed 23 years,
It's been a really long time,
Since I shed any of my tears,
Even when I felt like crying.

Though blessed with rebirth,
I used to feel forsaken in life,
Sulking in the sadder shades,
Escaping to the blues felt easy.

Tears stayed behind the lids,
Imploding into myself forever,
Singing the saddest of songs,
Ever felt the sadness to stay.

That day I met you in myself,
I had felt like meeting myself,
Slow & steady we come closer,
Especially for me you descend.
Tears of loneliness held back by a mature conscience,
I had feared for myself staying unsatisfied forever,
You have come like a promising dream to me,
How may I be thankful enough to you ever.

I thank you my friend for condescending in my life as the greater constant there ever will be in my life.

Thank you, Kripi.

My HP Poem #503
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2013 · 764
If You Are, If You Are Not
Àŧùl Dec 2013
If you're there with me,
I have nothing to fear,
If you are not here then,
I worry about being lonely,
And about not having anyone.

If you're there with me,
I have courage inside,
If you are not here then,
I shy away from the world,
And from all sorts of dangers.

If you're there with me,
I have reasons to smile,
If you are not here then,
I find smiling just a vanity,
And oftentimes a difficult task.

If you're here with me,
I have the best feeling,
If you are not here then,
I even find breathing a job,
And yes I find it black & dark.

So I just breathe in & out,
It's not living what I do,
I'll wait for days to pass,
I see you stealing my 'beats,
And wait for the day we meet.
My HP Poem #502
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2013 · 812
Heartbeat Song
Àŧùl Dec 2013
I just want you to close your eyes,
I want you to feel as you imagine,
I'm near you in the starry night...

In the forest away from these lies,
I strip off as you strip **** alike,
I observe that you do observe me..

I think probably it is nervousness,
I wear a calm smile of composure,
I'm putting my hand in the valley.

I only want to feel your heartbeat,
I want you to do the same with me,
I guide your soft hand to my chest..

I feel your heart beats two syllables,
I take a syllable each for my name,
I find you reflect my smile back...
Dag-dag dag-dag beats your heart emanating my name.

My HP Poem #501
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2013
It's been months since I played it,
The guitars have my exams in their way,
They miss me at Karnal just as I miss them here at Rohtak.

The strings crave to be played - to be touched by me,
It's high time that I played it so the tuning must be long lost,
The hollow & the pickups feel lonelier in my memory without me & strings missing my touch.

I must hold them in my hands and write musical notes with them,
I will make the strings my pallet & strum them in rhythm while I sing,
I will apologize to my guitars for having ignored them knowingly.
Both of my guitars are properly packed in their covers. But still both of them - the acoustic and the electric guitars - might have gathered dust. And so the title is justified.

I have a third guitar as well which I no longer play.

My 500th poem is dedicated to the she who I love to play guitar for, my guitars themselves and my parents who are wondering when I am next going to oblige the guitars by at least tuning them.

My HP Poem #500
©Atul Kaushal
Dec 2013 · 1.2k
The Senile Smile
Àŧùl Dec 2013
Heavy drops of tears,
Now crawl sidewards,
Towards her ailing ears,
Descending downwards,
As that ailing elderly mother,
Tries her very best to sleep,
Contained the tears she tries to keep,
To prevent those tears from leaking,
Remembering who they were,
Her own children them both,
Sent away to war in a land very far,
Two coffins with no more than a humble note of regret & praise for the two dead soldiers had come back.

The father had fainted after listening to this news,
After few months spent wasted in tears,
Truer could not have been his fears,
He could neither let the pain ease,
Nor could he make the repentance cease,
Of letting both the brothers follow their hearts,
He tried to make any sense if there was in war,
And pondering only over the same he died,
A repentant father he wrongly blamed himself,
But the boys' mother lives on with the memories,
Alone and lonely in her lonesome life,
Her senile smile sits under her now-crooked nose,
As she looks at old family albums through her glasses,
Tears drip down her aging lonely chin onto the happy family photograph.
Why do they war over anything at all, huh?

Couldn't keep this poem from coming out.
My HP Poem #499
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Listen again oh time!
Let my darling love have it easy,
Laxen your rules a bit.

Listen again oh time!
Make her toil hardest in studies,
Don't be as easy for her.

Listen again oh time!
I am also taking a shorter hiatus,
My love gets inspired.
We are on a hiatus for a long time, I'll be back sooner.
She would continue doing poetry after 18 months.
My blessings are with Kripi.

My HP Poem #498
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 915
Shine Oh Luck!
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Spoiled in the muck,
As if a broiled duck,
My tarnished luck.

But came the princess,
Of all my happiness,
She is the mistress.

I dreamt about her,
Last night as I slept,
Vaguely I remember.

We haven't met yet,
But eyes have met,
In our dreams set.

So now I smile,
Along each mile,
Her fantastic style.
My HP Poem #496
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 2.1k
A Wise Man Has Said
Àŧùl Nov 2013
That calculus in mathematics and the female line of thought are the two most complex things in the whole world,

The difference among the two of them stays in the fact that while calculus can be finally comprehended after practice, the female mind can't ever be understood.
Read it somewhere. This is not intended to be read as a poem. It's just that I thought that I'd better share this!
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Hey moonlight move with patience,
My darling doll is now asleep...
Come listen to me - let us talk it over,
Flirt whatsoever to delay the sun..
Though my angel is not so delicate,
But let her catch some sleep pridefully.

Hindi - the original language of my poem.
मेरी परी सो रही है

देख चाँदनी धीरे गुज़रना,
मेरी गुड़िया सो रही है।।।
चल ज़रा बात सुन मेरी,
सूरज को भी ज़रा पटा ले।।
नाज़ुक तो नहीं है मेरी परी,
मगर थोड़ा नाज़ से सो तो ले।
A poem I composed last night thinking of my dear best buddy as she was sleeping.

My HP Poem #495
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 2.2k
Pride & Prejudice
Àŧùl Nov 2013
The two doctors remained busy,
Professional lives & societal liabilities,
They had much to look after including drinks.
They did not care even a bit for the only child,
Professional calls for societal nursing,
The two ignored their daughter.

She sent an email to her father,
It said that she had enjoyed it once,
And she won't refrain herself having it again.
And reading the mail her parents were angry,
Father forgot relations & killed her,
Mother tried tampering proofs.
Did Arushi Talwar deserve death at her progenitors' behest? What went wrong? What does 'it' stand for?

*** with the domestic help, maybe. If so, then it's hard to judge whether the parents were so wrong at killing their own daughter. But still, they are guilty of homicide and tampering with evidence.

What needs special mention here is the now prominent *** among teenaged individuals all over the globe; India is no exception as a large proportion of teenagers live here, many of them are more than often intrigued by apparent fascination of the idea of having *** earlier than the adequate age and maturity for having ***.

My HP Poem #494
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 418
An Alternative World
Àŧùl Nov 2013
In very peaceful world,
I refer the poetic world,
Romancing with words.

Away from all tensions,
A poem for all tensions,
No rhymy compulsions.

I still manage rhyming,
The words now coming,
Handy in romancing...
My HP Poem #493
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I am a man with some desires,
It is another of my many desires,
I would like to bring up a daughter,
It'll be done with you by my side,
I wish she be just like yourself.
A deep hidden desire born out of my love for you,
This is nourished by your love for me.

My HP Poem #492
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 640
The Flowers Blossom
Àŧùl Nov 2013
In springtime the best coloured,
And the best scented flowers bloom,
Blossoming in gardens like stars in sky.

They do wither - off later on with time,
And the new buds take their places,
Mother nature does govern this.

Not that all animals, or humans,
And other species ask for selection,
But mother nature is always impartial.
My HP Poem #491
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 1.3k
Snow Dust, Gold Dust
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine yourself with me in the mountains,
Imagine peaceful tranquility away from plains,
Imagine nights full of love and forget pains.

We travel through the mountainous terrain,
We see just colder snow everywhere & no rain,
We go through snow mounted on our horse.

Our horse starts panting as it smells water,
Our wounds tingle with pain & ask for rest too,
Our stomachs demand food too as it seems.

Your elegant eyes see a dark house close-by,
Your now wearying voice tells me to stop over,
Your royal desire is an order for me to obey.

I also agree as we must treat our injuries,
I dismount the horse first to experience pain,
I do offer a hand to you for dismounting.

You are here in this ancient wooden house,
You rest upon the ancient creaky barrel chair,
You look at me with the cute eyes of yours.

I ask you if you needed something soothing,
I am told by you to come and stay by your side,
I come while sensing this cold bothering us.

Your voice quivered from the terrible cold,
Your hands do crave for fresh air of the cabin,
Your mind tells you to remove your gloves.

I looked at you with my questioning eyes,
I am asked by you regarding the same thing,
I agree with you & remove my gloves too.

You come & hold my hands - feel the heat,
You have your hands as frigid as snow & ice,
You sigh with a smile as you feel relieved.

This smile meant much more than relief,
This meant that you want bit more warmth,
This makes me smile back at you kindly.

Imagine us admiring each other happily,
Imagine listening to your own voice inside,
Imagine the snow dust pouring outside...
The cold body of yours quivers by my touch,
The heat of my body is better felt sans clothes,
The gold dust of your body is also imminent.

Love you forever and ever my dearest friend,
Love is how we live and feel for each other always,
Love has a meaning bigger than *******.

Note: By gold dust here I mean the glistening sweat on your body.

My HP Poem #490
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 622
If In The End All Must Rust
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine a time when you get older,
Even I get older with you by my side,
What do we do if all remaining is rust.
We will remember that day we talked first,
Never will sway this cauldron full of trust,
Support this with our knees if we must...
We will be with each other as we must,
Never will wane our cute ***** trust,
We will love our love life as our first..
Support this way we confessed first,
Never will any distance be in trust,
Support this another mile if you must.
My HP Poem #488
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 1.6k
A Conscience Full Of Trust
Àŧùl Nov 2013
You will be greeted by me always with a conscience full of trust.
There will be me standing at the end of the dark tunnel holding a lantern full of rust.
You won't be disappointed with a meeting full of just lust.

This relation is more of a godly religion to me and as I think of it proudly puffed is my bust.
My devotion to my goddess is such that it will never be betrayed and never leave the must..

So mellow and so soft is our relation beneath its divine and strong crust...
My HP Poem #487
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Let me declare in the opening of this article that at the time of writing this article I was a young man aged almost 23 years but have never had *** as a personal choice based upon my experience. My reasons for not getting laid till now are not many but just three reasons:
1. I am a guy who is a one woman man.
2. I believe that whatever may be my future wife's virginity status, I am not to loose it to anyone else but to herself.
3. I have analysed and found that for Indian men the best age to loose their virginity is not before 25 years of age and similarly for Indian women, the best age to loose it is not before they themselves are at least 23 years of age.

You all might already have labeled me various titles till now, but wait let me tell you the whole story and I would rather recommend you to be ready for trashing all your presumptions. It's all about self-control that this article is about. You can easily relax and lie back as you are going through my article.

I have a female friend from a big city in India who has been subjected to the raging problem of today's world. I'll be referring to her as Dhara, she was in the first year of her college life when she fell for a good looking rich guy and this guy, Sagar, was her classmate.

In the beginning of their relationship, they both were like the very much perfect 'made-for-each-other' couple like in stories. They both shared a golden relationship between each other and neither of them were aware that one day they will be made to separate away from each other.

The two of them seemed inseparable and one fine day Dhara even eloped with Sagar to start a new life with him. Sagar took her to a new home that he succeeded in procuring for them. It was a farmhouse away from the city. Dhara started following all the daily chores as an ideal housewife would. Both of them ceased attending the college and dedicated all their time to love making. Three months after having eloped, Dhara happily told Sagar that she was pregnant.

In the mean time, Sagar's father who is a powerful person in politics decided to make him marry a different girl for political benefits. And this way a problem arose from this fact that Sagar was told by his family that soon he would be married to a girl for political reasons. Along with this, both Sagar and his father were jailed in a political context. The trouble which had befallen was resolved by another powerful politician who bailed both the father-son duo out of the problem with a condition that Sagar married his daughter.

Sagar then told Dhara regarding the same problem at his home. Dhara straight away went to Sagar's home hoping to win hearts and showed them the Mangalsutram which Sagar had tied around her neck. The Mangalsutram turned out to be the same which Sagar's mother had found missing.

Dhara was accused of thievery and was put behind the bars for the same in the followup time. Sagar somehow succeeded in bailing Dhara out from behind the bars. Soon, Dhara was asked by Sagar to take some emergency contraceptive pills which halted her pregnancy in a period less than three months. Then Sagar ejected himself out from the unregistered marriage, resumed his regular college studies and ditched Dhara.

Here, both Dhara and Sagar were at fault according to me. Neither of them were at an age which could be considered marriageable, either medically or morally. Both had studies to undertake which they turned to for diverting their minds.

Dhara shared with her elder brother regarding the same event having taken place in her life. Then one fine day, I met Dhara at our university's Students' Activity Centre - SAC, where I had been to the University Food Orbit - UFO, and I started conversation with a group sitting there and we both got to know about each other and exchanged numbers at her insistence.

So much experience had made Dhara a wisecrack when it came to making friends. She accepts that it was her mistake that she took a rush of hormones to be love.

In addition to this Indian viewpoint over the subject, a Western viewpoint needs to be mentioned separately because of the biological differences between our bodies' biological observations and our differently made up societal liabilities and settlements.

The West has a superior physique for both men and women and professional services. So the ideal age to loose it dips by 2 years.

To end with the article, I would like to summarise the best age and conditions of loosing virginity globally with a special localisation to India:
1. Get married firstly and then loose it only to your life partner.
2. If you must still have the pleasures of love making before your marriage with the person you have your first *******, keep it safe and pleasant. Use a ****** or similar contraceptive if you must have *** before the ideal age but remember that these may fail as well, even if rarely.
This is not a poem, so comment keeping this thing in mind.
Originally published at:
http://aksspiritualthoughts.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-best-age-to-loose-it.html
Àŧùl Nov 2013
The winter months of 2010 were not happy,
It was a hellish time for me to pass through,
So intense were the splinters of a lonely past,
It might be much easier to have rather died,
The ghosts of loneliness had made me mad.

I waited for you since many years it seems,
The pain now numbed with you by my side,
Relieving is the precious presence in my life,
The mere voice of yours acts as a painkiller,
I wait just to touch your cheeks with mine..

The hug will tell you how much I love you,
It would take me to that far away oblivion,
So you would then be able to feel me there,
It shall bring much peace to me ultimately,
The trip to happiness lasts for a lifetime.....
You came to my life on 19th June, 2012.

My HP Poem #486
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 3.1k
What Is Your Name Again?
Àŧùl Nov 2013
This is about my beloved physiotherapist.
He tried his best to help me recover quick.
And today the initial period is reminiscent.

Dr. Amrinder Singh Kaler,
My generous physiotherapist,
Has a rather rare surname.

I used to enquire his name,
As I was extremely curious,
Much like a kid I had been.

Brain injury took heavy toll,
Severely quick memory loss,
At times I used to forget it all.

All day long I was apprehensive & confused,
Scared I remained thinking of physical pain,
I would ask them if someone would come.

I would ask him his name during therapy,
My memory was extremely short & poor,
I slowly learnt his first & second names.

But I would still ask him his surname,
I was not be told straight away by him,
He told me to strain my mind & guess it.

To tell him his own name was not easy,
Especially when I was so much in pain,
It was so much difficult for me to tell it.

But after few months' passage,
It didn't pain much to exercise,
As much as when I was worse.

I found it difficult to recall his surname,
I did say several Sikh surnames to him,
I would say all surnames but his own.
Later I started doing it just for fun.
It was really funny to see his frustrated face.

Sorry Amrinder Bhraji, and thank you for your services and efforts.

My HP Poem #485
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 776
Her Worship, My Love
Àŧùl Nov 2013
For her, I am a good lover.
For her, I am a disbeliever.
For her, I am a sweet stranger.

She often worships her deities.
She worships the flute playing deity.
She may be knowing that I worship her.

For me, she is the Angel and a blessing.
For me, she is the deity to be worshipped.
For me, she is my morning, evening & night.
My HP Poem #484
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 6.8k
My Eyesight & My Vision
Àŧùl Nov 2013
My eyesight is weak without eyeglasses...
It further deteriorated after an accident..
The accident failed to affect a part of me.

The part of mine is something awesome.
In the brain it is placed as an intangible..
My vision is the thing which improved...
Vision and eyesight are much different.

My HP Poem #483
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 572
Prime One Out
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Had this dream been exclusively mine only,
I would not have worried this way about it,
I actually would not have tried at all for it...

Greater good is imminent above the horizon,
We have got to just peer beyond the problem,
We could not get better if we do not try for it..

This place around us two if it gets the better,
You are not alone here facing farce of time,
You have wishes & love for better strength.

You are the prime one out who smiles cute.
My HP Poem #482
©Atul Kaushal
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