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Jul 2013 · 712
My Red Heart
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Got its colouration from the sins;
The sins I do and the atrocities you do;
Mysteriously upon me - just me...

My red heart scarring CRIMSON still;
There's no torch shining to search for you;
I now drop you as you've stopped struggling;
In the dark night I find myself laughing.....

I went away after I'd finished my job-task;
There's no heart beating for you any more;
You called this upon thyself & now sleep...

There's no gun issuer alive now anywhere;
I'm not a mad guy so I don't live a nomad's life;
You did succeed in rending my sinner's life;
Into a meaningless transporter's life.....
My HP Poem #341
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
I don't want to be in history books,
Like many of the freedom-fighters,
This state is blinded for 100% sure.

I don't just want to be known for my looks,
Like many actors and models or wrestlers,
This worthless world is drowsy truly pure.

I don't want to be counted among crooks,
Like many of The Mafia & street-fighters,
This God gives the diseases but not cures.
My HP Poem #340
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
I now lie in this pile of dead-bodies,
I wait to be cremated on these burning logs,
I am dead like all others in the pile.

Maybe I bear responsibility equally,
Like the other guy lying at the peak,
I could have stopped it at right time.

I could think about its righteousness,
I could've stopped the darkness from seeping,
I could've prevented the belligerents.
But I didn't...

I was just instrumentative in his mission.

I really regret it...

But what good is this regretfulness now, because a reversal is impossible now...

Ein Hitlers Deutsch spricht
My HP Poem #339
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
And swallow the words of love,
For tomorrow is not far away,
It's just around the next corner.

And it's too volatile that we made war,
For the next-generation will curse,
It's our duty to pass on peace and love.

And for fulfilling the promise of love,
For dispelling the fright far away,
It's just not only our world we live in.

And forgetting  all the ancestors,
For just self-focused motives,
It's going to take us just nowhere.

Friendly hands pull us out of the deadly freeze,
For planned selfish motives that will rain gold,
Being considered as the idea to save the world.
My HP Poem #338
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 2.5k
Doubtless Affair
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I
Do not
Doubt you any
Longer.

I
Am sorry
That I doubted
You..

I
Will not
Doubt you ever
Again...
Thanks for reinforcing my trust.
I will not doubt you ever again.
And you know that baby.
And that makes me trust you even better.
Love you forever.
My HP Poem #337
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Whenever you come to my thoughts,
I always believe in being imaginative,
You come to my house now and then,
Then we exchange wishes on meeting,
I often lose tract of time dreaming on,
You are often found hacking my mind,
Whenever you come to my thoughts...
My HP Poem #336
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 988
1+1=2. Not Always True
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Do you know what's 1+1?
No. Seriously!
I mean to ask it.

Well it can't be generalized if you asked me.
Let me have the privilege of explaining how's, what's & why's...
Pay a bit of attention please...

Here, let me explain with examples...
Case I:
Consider a man & woman.
They marry each other to add into each other's lives.
They go for their honeymoon and have a baby (or some babies if multiple embryos succeed to develop).

Case II:
Consider unsafe ****** encounters.
Teenagers go for unwarranted *** with their counterparts and the girl gets pregnant. Here further cases of possibilities arise. Depending upon how either the girl or the boy and their parents react to the situation, there can be a single child or maybe multiple numbers of offspring here too!

So 1+1 = 2. Not always true!
My HP Poem #335
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 931
Tired...
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I...
Am...
As...
Tired...
As...
If...
I...
Had...
Been...
Running­...
For...
Miles...
...
And...
...
Miles...
...
And...
...
Miles.­..
...
And...
...
Miles...
...
And...
...
Miles...
...
Around...
­The...
Globe...
And only you are my exclusive heavenly refreshment...
...
You give me all the quanta of solace...
...
I experience the peace and the happiness replete-unbound-pure-divine-beautiful...
My HP Poem #334
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
****** - Nay!
******* - Nay!
Fentanyl - Nay!!!

I'm addicted to a different one.

***** - Nay!
Smack - Nay!!
Tobacco - Nay!!!

I'm addicted to a unique one.

Mescaline - Nay!
Marijuana - Nay!!
Ketamine - Klose!!!

I'm addicted to Poetry ever since I was borm.
My HP Poem #333
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I will wait for you...
Come out victorious.

I will wait for you..
Come out smiling.

I will wait for you.
Come out shining.
:-\ :-) :-(
My HP Poem #332
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Call me back when you feel that you need me again.
When you feel that you can adjust with me.
When you feel that you can come out of that world of fantasy.
When you feel that you can come with me.
When you feel that you can tread on the road which is true.
When you feel that you can let others be themselves and that you can only think about us, only think about yourself, success & me.
My HP Poem #331
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 469
Darling, It's Me
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Who you look for in the mirror,
One you hope for after dinner,
Who you just wish was near,
One you desire was closer,
And you will go higher,
One you can take farther,
Who you wannabe together,
One you want to marry for real,
Who you make kids with in future.
My HP Poem #330
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 698
The Cool Summer Evening
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I'm sitting outside my home in NDRI campus.
It is a place full of trees & plants and insects.
It is full of life and the natural ambience.
I sit on the bridge I hear many sounds.
The crickets are droning continually.
Are they celebrating the victory too?
The Indian national cricket team won.
They defeated the Englishmen in finals.
This tournament victory reminds of '83.
Kapil Dev led the men to victory that time.
It was really inspiring for the present team.
Interestingly, that event was also in England!
But this piece of poetry is just for entertainment and does in no way endorse the game of cricket.
It also doesn't fail to convey my pleasure over this win over once the occupiers of my nation.
My HP Poem #329
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Blessed with an unusual power I am.
Once I am friends with people,
I can read their thoughts about me.

In the words they say & how they react,
I often find myself skimming my friendlist as they think lowly of me.

(-: But I think I got this power luckily because I read her mind. :-)
My HP Poem #328
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
My lover you are,
Youthful you are,
Sweetest you are,
Now who knows,
Which angel you are!

My lover you are & always will be,
Youthful you are & always will be,
The sugar in my cup of life you are!
My HP Poem #327
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 413
When She Thinks About Me
Àŧùl Jun 2013
In The Morning
Reads my morning wish,
In her smart-cell phone,
She wakes up on time,
& brushes her teeth,
Starts her routine.

In The Day
She listens my afternoon wish,
She teaches herself biology,
Gladly smiling to herself,
Wishes the same to me.

In The Evening
She rings me up and we talk,
She and I walk as we talk,
Over call on cellphones.

In The Night
She takes my call saying good night,
She then sleeps imagining me by her side.

The Next Morning**
We repeat the cycle.
My HP Poem #326
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 489
Amour - My Passion
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Je taime.
I love you.

Je taime chéri.
I love you darling.

Et je veux faire l'amour avec vous.
And I want to make love to you.
Une poème français et en anglais.
A French and English poetry.
My HP Poem #325
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 1.0k
When I Was Younger
Àŧùl Jun 2013
They used to call me Chinese.
They just saw my tiny eyes back then.
They used to boycott me every time mockingly.
They used to call me names - ***** eyes - Slit eyes.
Whenever there was some disturbance at the Indo-Sino border they cursed me jokingly.
I took no offence at any of the well-intended humor.
I knew karate back then if they crossed the line.
I wasn't ever taught to bite dogs back.
I could settle the scores if must.
My childhood and teenage resemblance to a boy who apparently had far-east origins lent me that nickname.
Plus my super-flexible body in childhood had me gain the orange-belt or the 7th Kyu as they call it in Karate language.
My HP Poem #324
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
(I am woken up by her honey-sweet voice in the morning.)
She:  Good morning honey!
Me:  Good morning baby!
(I yawn my mouth wide as I say that.)
(She smiles & replies tauntingly as she pulls my ear lovingly.)
She:  Seems you had a laborious night!
Me:  Yeah, a really laborious one indeed.
(Even I smile as I remember the last night; full of spice.)
(Now she bends towards the side-table and fetches coffee.)
She:  Hmmm... I've prepared coffee for you darling, you were asleep.
Me:  Oh dear, should I say thanks or kiss you again!?
(I move my body forward from the sheets craning my neck - the cutlery makes tinkling noise.)
(She cackles and barely maintains her balance as she retracts herself.)
She:  Seems you're still undone, my naughty boy!
Me:  Ah! How truer could you be, kiss me again!
(I offer my lips as I take the cup offered by her.)
(She smiles and just gives a brief peck on my lips with hers.)
She:  Now we should get our day started, otherwise we'd get late.
Me:  What did you just say!? We'd get laid? Oh I'd love to!
(I muster an apt piece of laughter for both of us.)
(She looks even more angelic as she laughingly pulls both my ears & cheeks.)
She:  Get out of the bed, you naughty boy!
Me:  Aye-aye madam! And I'll be hungry soon after getting done with my morning duties.
(I say greedily to invite another sweet smile from my angel-faced woman.)
(She seems to be ready for that and says in a learned manner.)
She:  So my dear hubby, what would you have for breakfast?
Me:  I'd have you with cheese & salt, milk & sugar and lots of love!
(I say that cheekily hoping to make her blush.)
(She blushes and turns towards the kitchen, I follow to help her.)
A futuristic piece of poetry.
My HP Poem #323
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 344
Not A Poem
Àŧùl Jun 2013
A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of blood.

Trying to make the matter clearer, he said, "Now class, if I stood on my head, the blood as you know, would run into it and I should turn red in the face."

"Yes, sir," the class said.

"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in an ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"

Pappu shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."
I'm sure that people must've felt like telling this to some lecturers too, because I've really felt so!
Jun 2013 · 952
How The Universe Was Saved
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Oh my faithful readers,
I am here yet again,
With yet another pretty verse,
About how I endured my internal horrors,
To save the universe!

I went to a dinner buffet,
Replete with extraordinary it was,
Music was being sweetly played,
People so busy nobody noticed a shattered vase,
Blown away by an extreme speed ****,
The culprit wasn't spotted.

Because he left a silent ****,
A silent high-speed ****.

A lady just smelled his methane,
And she just fainted..


As he realized the berserk results of his farts,
He ran for the door making people aware,
That he was the real culprit behind it all,
I then went to his house and he was there,
Darning the place with his merciless farts!!!!!

I merely left a parcel containing some pills,
He probably took those pills for a long time,
Because the next time when I saw the fatso,
He wasn't scaring people away by his farts.

*So I saved the universe!
Just a random comic verse.
My HP Poem #322
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 4.6k
This Is How They Threaten Us
Àŧùl Jun 2013
There they threaten the theologians,
Broadly breaking buoyant blueprints,
Here how humorously humongous,
Under upmarket upholstery undone,
Scaring supermarket's shopkeepers,
Zealously zooming zestfully zapping,
Its importantly impossible irreligious,
Around aroused automatic aromatic,
Giving goodness getaway goosebumps,
Cheekily chronologically caring cans,
Ergonomically exacting expenditure,
Madness making missionary mission,
Naughtily naked nonsense newspapers,
Xylophone's xylophonetic xylems' xyla,
Young-young youthful Yankees yankin,
Gladiators gladly going Godless givers,
Windows woefully wishing weddings,
Peacefully palpitating peeping people,
Fruitfully fitting fabulous framework,
Doubtlessly doubt doubtfully dubious,
Jacking Jillian's jackets jammy jokers,
Kids' kidneys kleptomaniacly kindling,
Ergonomically economically earliest,
Institutionalized Indian instinctively,
Jacking Jill's jolly junkies javelinas,
Victorious Victorians visiting visas,
Loveliest lonely lovebirds lost lives,
Obnoxiously overrule omnipotence.
Just a product of my idle brainstorming.
My HP Poem #321
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
Flaunt It Baby
Àŧùl Jun 2013
What you have,
You'll need to flaunt,
Or they'll think you've not,
Try to make you feel really short,
So if you don't want to listen them taunt,
You'll just need to flaunt,
You just need to flaunt,
You'll need to flaunt,
And impress them,
Impress them all.
My HP Poem #320
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 3.3k
I Want To Sleep In Your Arms
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I want to sleep in your arms tonight,
While we hug each other,
Lips meeting romantically with in a kissy.

I want to sleep in the bed with you under sheets,
While the baby sleeps in its decorated cradle,
Less concerned about the next day than the baby.

I want to sleep forever but after 60-65 years,
While you lay me down to your lap,
Listening to your rebuke about being always sleepy.
My HP Poem #319
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 1.0k
Changes Happen
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I wish every now & then,
You could pinch me,
To make me feel real,
To make me believe,
That this is really my life.

I had been just been existing,
All happiness which was gone,
One significant event was fresh,
Both in my memory & my flesh,
It was just existing & not living,
I just had nothing positive left,
Everything wasn't just right.

Let Me Narrowly Narrate My Story

I was born the only child,
I grew up as a lonely child.
Parents are both working 9 to 6,
Parents barely had any time for me.
I spent hours alone talking to my toys,
I even talked to myself while playing,
I gave birth to my imaginary brother,
He wept when I cried complaining,
Everywhere the two of us were together,
I complained to him about mom-dad,
I complained about their shouting matches,
But my imaginary brother died,
He died with the basket of toys,
He was buried inside the basket of toys,
And the basket was given away as I grew up,
His favourite toy car was mine too.

I read in four high-schools & two colleges,
I missed my last set of buds only for a while,
Then I got busy with my newer schoolmates,
Forgotten was I by my previous schoolmates,
They were forgotten by me as well along time,
For days I missed them but not for a long time,
But when I stop to think I can't find a stability.

I finally reached college after finishing school,
I almost completed two years & met an accident,
I almost died but survived a 23-day long coma,
I spent a year isolated at home then recovering,
I prayed that time be kind & let me start college,
I came to know this from the previous college,
I had to then change my college in mid-course,
I had to abandon all my hard-earned friends,
I had to forget about the social service society,
The physical pain was little helpful distraction,
The mental agony from changes was greater.

Maybe bad luck is destined for me

This is what I used to think and move on,
But I met you and everything just changed,
And I love such sweet-ticklish soft changes,
Now I just want this change to stay lifelong,
Just like my accident scars & the birthmarks.
My HP Poem #318
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 735
We Started Childish
Àŧùl Jun 2013
We started childish,
Became mature,
Quarreled apish,
Looked for a cure.

Our relationship is,
Yes flawed it is,
Imperfect it is,
But how sweet it is.

We have had tiffs,
You wept and,
I hardly slept,
But we solved if's.

Our little world is,
Free to fly it is,
Not to cry it is,
But we live as it is.

Gusts of winds blow,
Harsh & dry,
We never cry,
And we do not bow.

It gave us a shove,
Humble dove,
Of purest love,
We wore no glove.

Our hands had met,
We put a bet,
In this game,
Carrying full blame.
♡♥♡♥♡
A toast to the purest love!
♡♥♡♥♡
Cheers!
♡♥♡♥♡
My HP Poem #317
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 3.4k
The Milestone
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I crossed another milestone,
I grossed 50k reads as a poet.

I was alone in the outside world,
I ain't alone in the poetry world.

I have no friends in reality,
I have several friends here.

I read & like lovely poems daily,
I write just for she-yes-her daily.

I had met her on Facebook,
I read in love on this nook.

I don't know the exact date but,
I will be happy 7 years later...
☆★☆★☆
♡♥♡♥♡
My HP Poem #316
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
That you are growing up,
That you are not just a girl any more,
That you need different newer type of clothes.

You are becoming a beautiful young woman,
You will see that she is more strict,
You must remain polite.

For she loves you inside,
For she was a girl too just like you,
For she knows today's times aren't safe enough.

She wants to keep your young womanhood safe,
She will impose more restrictions,
She will want your safety.

You would wonder that why I tell you this stuff,
You will realize as the time elapses,
You'll always be protected.

Today it's your life's test,
Today how well you treat your mom,
Today is paid-off tomorrow by the Fruit of Karma.
Treat her well.
You will be happier.
She will be happier.
She will trust you.
Believe me.
My HP Poem #315
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Anxiously waiting to meet your beautiful heart,
Alone in private away from the world,
In the shade of time.

Oh dear you possess,
My mind & the thoughts running in it,
So you should know that it's all about you only...

What you say or suggest is always as true as you,
As beautiful as your delicate feelings,
In that cutest heart.

This heart is happy,
Your presence is an extreme privilege,
Promising each other safety we set sail together.

All my negatives will be washed away from you;
Your real-time sweet voice and those shiny eyes,
I do believe your touch will be very fresh indeed.
Just consulted my heart prior to composing this one.
My HP Poem #314
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
"Atul, my wife is scared to nuts of water.
Any suggestions?"

I replied, *"And what makes you conclude this?"


He then said, *"Last evening when I came back from office,
She was sitting in the bathtub with the watchman."
Couldn't help but share this joke! :D
My HP Poem #313
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 812
Two Fallen Angels
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Let me make You remember that time when we fell from grace,
We were a pair of Angels - Gabriel & Isabel in The Team of Ace,
We fell in Love with each other in January - The Month of Face.

Though we knew Love was Forbidden in our Cult - The Angels,
Still We fell in Love for We were most beautiful of - The Angels,
Uriel wanted to ****** all my power as one of The Archangels.

Dragged we're to the courtroom of God and holy Angel Father,
Though The Holy Mother tried We were still given punishment,
So we fell from Grace as they forgot I gave the prophecy of Christ.
This footnote is a disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction and only Google was consulted prior to posting this poem intended only for entertainment and to incite a thought about love into the readers' minds.

My HP Poem #312
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
If you have just give a hint sweet,
Steps you should take in the morning
Now I do not aspire to incarceration,
Come into my wings apart
Under the shadow of thy arms I would thaw.

Who would you say smile
I would like to walk with you
If the fault is in me somewhere
I would like to change

Bleached - Bleached Like Life,
Might give you a sugar solution
Break all restrictions,
Come take hold,
Take Anywhere

Loneliness is the only one made me laugh,
Loneliness is the same cry.
Simply thought of seeing you,
Did you shook me from myself
Was slurred, but I was so long,
There just would not handle Maine
You would laugh that says,
Would walk with you,
If the fault is in me somewhere
If the fault is in me somewhere
I would like to change

You are a happy tear,
An awesome feeling
What say you, for my sake,
You do not breath the air
Dear I agree, if you are with me
Have written to you who mourn;
All the pain is gone
Are you in the shadows
Now I would like to dusk every day with you.

I'd laugh if you say so, I'd want to walk with you.

If the fault is in me somewhere
I would like to change.
This is an Indian artist's song lyrics put by Kripi Mehra & translated by me.
Jun 2013 · 617
A Vagabond
Àŧùl Jun 2013
The real world feels like another planet,
I find them raising their eyebrows.

No place to call a home,
I feel alienated in this house.

Writing an incessant number of words,
I think as many words as I travel.

No particular destination,
I take this world as my home.

But I do roam the world writing poetry,
Much like A Vagabond poet in love.
My HP Poem #311
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 292
I'm Not Exactly
Àŧùl Jun 2013
A Young Boy.
Though I'm younger than many of us here,
I'm not exactly a young boy.

I won't say I'm experienced.
But I've experienced that darker bit of things,
I've chanced upon death and won over it.

So yes.
I'm not a young boy,
But a real old man living inside a strong & young body.
My HP Poem #311
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Because-because-because it is like using crutches even when you are absolutely well and can jump around!!!
No Bluetooth compatibility with devices of other makes renders it alienated in a desert full of better devices.
Not many in-built free-to-use applications exist that can be transferred to or from friends using iPhone only.
I love my Samsung Galaxy Grand and I don't intend to argue with anyone over such comic matters. :D
My HP Poem #310
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 663
We're Expecting!
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Our first child will be a girl,
A cutesy sweet baby girl,
She'll resemble you, my girl.
Just a fantasy!
I wish my going-to-be better-half good health and safety along the course of time.
:-)
My HP Poem #309
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 283
I'm Very Happy!
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Owwuuyeah!
Thanks baby!
My HP Poem #308
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
What do they want?
I won't take any names.
Terrorizing their own parent land too.
My HP Poem #307
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 1.3k
I Swear We Didn't Cheat!
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I love her...
She loves me too...
I proposed...
She accepted...

I said, "I love you silly,"
She replied, "I love you too dumbo!"

But I swear we didn't cheat.
My HP Poem #306
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 558
Oh How I'll Wait For You
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Beyond those dark clouds in that blue sky, away from the social spheres, you'll find me waiting only for you away from time. When you find me gone, just come, I'll be waiting for you!
My HP Poem #305
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 915
Diabolical Masquerade
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Come oh near.
Oh sweet dear.
Don't you fear.

Going through this journey we smile.
As we pass by each and every mile.
In my boxed bed you and me lie.
Buried at distance from any lie.
Bloodless are our pale bodies.
In night we crave for blood.
We rise from our slumber.
My HP Poem #304
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 662
The Business Of Love
Àŧùl Jun 2013
A step you will take,
One step I will take.
Your hand on my shoulder,
My hand on your waistline.
Swinging to the waltz,
Dancing in a smooch..
Holding you tight in my arms,
Crushing you with my chest...
The peace of your touch,
Taste sweet of your lips...
Our peaceful pose in the other's arms,
Zealous and peacefully posing in love.
My HP Poem #303
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
How To: Love Oneself
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Firstly, forget all those people who only criticize you;
Coz their faces are ugly,
And their butts are fat!

Secondly, forget all those people who just jeer about you;
Coz their voices resemble howls of hyenas,
And their faces are as though bowels of pigs!!

Thirdly, stop hating yourself & just counting your drawbacks;
Coz until you don't work upon them,
And don't make them vanish you can't love yourself!!!
I write this one for Shari Forman
http://hellopoetry.com/-shari-forman-1/
Because she has written a poem which says otherwise. :-)
My HP Poem #302
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 341
Three Words Of Madness
Àŧùl Jun 2013
One.
Two.
Three.

I.
Love.
You.
My HP Poem #301
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 800
The Land Of Love
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Take me to your land of love,
Guide me by your voice of love,
Hold me by your hand of love,
Cover me by your choice of love.

I will then climb mountains of love,
I will scale the higher peaks of love,
I will show us the fountains of love,
I will be nurturing the plant of love.

Out will come our cheesy fleeces of love,
So will be our savoury expedition of love,
We will be drinking all the juices of love,
*To achieve a heart-felt ambition of love.
☆★☆♡♥♡☆★☆
My HP Poem #300
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Have you seen a dark star?
I have seen two of them...
You can see them too...
Go see the mirror...
My HP Poem #299
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 1.5k
Hey My Stupid Darling!
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Watch out,
As you fall,
Again & again,
In love with me.

But don't worry,
Totally carefree,
I'm here oh dear,
To hold you in a hug,
As you fall towards me!

On a rainy day,
As I will hug you,
Our lips shall meet,
Under the mango shade,
And your eyes will speak,
With the eyelids covering them.
You gave me the starting words,
I created it a poem.
My HP Poem #298
©Atul Kaushal
Jun 2013 · 279
I Love Her Eyes The Most
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Those aren't exactly black.
But yes,
They carry a promise darker than the night..
And yes,
I love her eyes the most...

Those aren't exactly big....
But yes,
They seem to me like unfathomable deep darks..
And yes,
I love her eyes the most.
My HP Poem #297
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
.
.
.
"I Love You My Dear!"
.
.
.
And That Made Me Smile...
My HP Poem #296
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
My Eyes Were Transfixed
On
The Plane's Window Pane.
I Was Then Watching Out
Into
The Dark Of Night Skies.
My Behaviour Was Very
Sweet
As She Does Remember.
And So It Had To Be Like
That
'Cause I Was Aged Just 4.
How Can I Tell You My
Fascination
At That Age So Innocent.
Well I Could Only Try To
Tell
Young Age Fascination.
Now I Can't Go Back To
The
Time I Was Aged Just 4.
I Can Only Hazily Remember
This From
Time I Was Aged Just 4.
My HP Poem #295
©Atul Kausha
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