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Apr 2013 · 877
Quill & Parchment
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I want to go back in time.
No, not just a few years.
No, not even till earlier than my birth.

I want to go back in time.
Full two hundred years.
Yes, I want to get a set of quill & parchment.

I want to come back to this time.
Complete two hundred years.
People might ask me, 'Why do you want to do all this?'

I want to travel time surely.
And reach back to this time securely.
I want to fetch just a pair of quill & parchment.

I want to travel time surely.
People would surely discourage me.
But all I want is to be back with quill & parchment.

I want to travel time back & forth.
People would ask me why.
Even you would want to know the reason.

I want to travel & get antique quill & parchment for writing love letters to you.
Yes, I want to make it appear classic.
People would tell me that I could get the same even in today's world.

But I still want to travel time & fetch antique quill & parchment.
Yes, perhaps I'm crazy - crazy for you.
Now the people would understand why I want to travel time.
And if they don't, I don't care about them not getting the point.
I just want you to grasp the pulse of this poem, baby.
My HP Poem #184
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You
Shy & unbound,
Like the vivid butterfly,
You
Relieving heat in winters,
Like the smoothness of silk,
You
Mascara of nights,
Like the lap of stars,
You
Me Love *You
Too

I
Saw You,
My heart said,
Tell me who are
You

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
Shy & unbound,
Like the vivid butterfly,
You
Relieving heat in winters,
Like the smoothness of silk,
You
Mascara of nights,
Like the lap of stars,
You
Me Love You Too

What praise should I tell about You,
The entire world is flattered by You,
Your purity is like an evening incense,
You're the sunlight & the shade,
You're the night & the day,
You're my land & sky....

I
Saw you,
My heart said,
Who are You tell
Me

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
As if your cloudy hair,
Like the blocked light,
You
As if savory thoughts,
Like colorful dreams,
You
As if your questions,
Like my explanations,
You
Me Love You Too

As if You had taken a bath in the dew,
So has a smile blossomed on Your lips,
You are like angels & the life of my soul,
If I have You then I won't come to my senses,
You do me this favor...

I
Saw you,
My heart said,
Who are You tell
Me

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
As if shimmery bliss,
Like the soft daylight,
You
As if good old memories,
Like remembered promises,
You
As if cave in stormy weather,
Like the seven directions,
You
*Me Love *You Too
Written for you know who,
Because my baby it's you.
My HP Poem #183
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 521
Pain & Agony
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Won't eat my words back.

I'll let this hurt you!

You are gone and I threw you out of my life.

I regret having getting emotionally-bonded with a friend like you - I used to love you.

You were neither brought up the way I was, nor you spent your life in a similar manner.

Let this poem hurt you.

I'll let it hurt you in a similar way you did me.

But I can't possibly hurt you enough, for unlike me you've many other friends too.

I'll let you feel regret.

You made a mockery of our friendship.

I just give my feelings a vague, unclear & indefinite shape through this poem.

Feel my absence from your life, old friend.

Because someday this had to come like this.

You traitors of friendship - what hearts beat inside you!

Perhaps no hearts but only a wretched lying mouths you posses.
Wrote this one again in regret, that I had made them such close friends & given them too much right over myself - I trusted them too much.
And I say that I'm not the kind of ever-forgiving God Krishna you are a follower of.
Neither am I the Punisher - but I'm a man of great self-prestige who has just grown sick of such 'friends' in physical world like you who made fun of me by using my feelings for self-gain.
My HP Poem #182
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You remember that reunion party at your place, right? You remember that Truth & Dare game all of the folks present there played, right? You remember that lipstick dare you imposed on me, right?
If your intentions had been true as a friend then you would not have made fun of me in front of everybody by passing comments about me in the reunion party that you organized at your place. They are something which I remember very clearly. You made a broad grin with your mean lips which was more of a smirk and you said the following words.
'Atul, what to mention of him! One (girl) goes to make way for another (sniggering), he knows how to keep himself entertained.'

And the most hurtful comment passed by you:
'Atul just tell me your choice out of these girls here (gesturing with your left arm towards your left where the girls were seated), I'll ask her to spend a night with you (sniggering), I know you're not this cheapskate - just kidding (you added this after you saw my face had converted from a smile to a grimace).' And your best comment (your attempt to cover-up that just fails to convince me) 'Atul I have just one request for you, just leave your habit of flirting, rest you've the personality, any girl could fall for you.' (Till now everybody is having a good laugh and I'm the laughing stock) I later rise up and leave you pretend to dog me intending to stop me from going.

What the hell did you intend to show here in these three stylish over made-up comments!

I don't think you've even known me properly in these 10 years - my bad luck that the -friend- who I trusted the most said a group of dialogues which sought to make fun of me and lifting him higher in the eyes of the other - friends as they used to call themselves & even I used to consider them as - present there at your place around a month back.

Probably you sought to gain some sheen upon yourself by making the foul slush that you prepared out of the dust of your insults thrown at me
Perhaps you forgot to gaze under your own cuffs for double checking about the false prestige that you hold about yourself. I don't flirt.

You just slaughtered the friend inside me with these comments and now you seek redemption. I'm so disappointed with the concept of friendship in the real world - because it hurts. Thanks for showing me your true caliber, your true color. Now you should just be happy the way you want, boy. You'll never grow up, take it from me.

Sorry I can't forgive you for the words seared right through my heart drilling several perforations at once in the roof of trust which I possessed for you. How long would I keep my trust being betrayed? I don't need friends (so-called) like you, mister.
Unluckily I have to utter these words of disappointment, distrust & disjoinment which one of my earlier friends invited a few weeks back. But he himself only had passed these defamatory remarks a few days back. The only thing I wanna tell is - I don't flirt.
And I'm not the kind of ever-forgiving God.
My HP Poem #181
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 515
Promises & Hope
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I will hold you in my arms whenever you need me to.
I would be a better man altogether with you being my guiding light.
I would seek refuge in your eyelids when the world stands up against me.


You'll find all bitterness straining out of our relation.
You'll love it, the relation and the feelings me & you get with time.
You'll find me by your side in the middle of the desert of the world.


We'll be happy while having all what we would need.
We'll stay close to each other by remaining close to the heart.
We'll love like never before forgetting all the negatives we have.
For my creepy poetess friend
My HP Poem #180
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Never ever You would know,
This sapling that we grow,
Becomes much bigger,
Even more clearer,
It would carry our dreams.

Up with itself,
Into the sky,
With one,
Creepy,
Or two more creepers.

I could never ever,
Tell You how,
You make,
My own,
Heart skip beats.
My HP Poem #179
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 19.6k
Ring of Fire|Garden of Roses
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Come to a garden of roses with me,
Serene it is fuller with roses to see,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

We shall not try to pluck any roses,
For the thorns dissuade any poses,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

We can't sit guarding the flowers,
Very busy in our mini lives we're,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

I'll set-up a flaming ring of fire,
Seeking fine protection for them,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.


Let's care for the roses as if our,
As if our little & young children,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

To help us get them blue & red,
Give them all suitable nutrition,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

Their presence is eye-pleasing,
We let them be in our garden,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.
***************************************
My HP Poem #178
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 372
I Am Sorry
Àŧùl Apr 2013
O my baby,
You should smile now.
O my baby,
You covered a mile now.

O my baby,
You should strive now.
O my baby,
You're my life now.

(; So how about bringing that sweet smile back onto your flowery face now...? ;)
{4 Syllables,
5 Syllables.} x 4
16 Syllables. x 1
My HP Poem #177
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Let me continue the story about a guy named Akshant,
Who belonged to Mathura in India, once the city of Krishna.

Akshant rejoined college and scored acceptably well this time,
He had realized his mistakes while he was to stay at home.
Repentance on committing mistakes intentionally was ripe,
He barely controlled the regret from flowing through his eyes.

Anamika was the only friend who was by his side in this time,
Giving him relief from loneliness which rang as the door chime.
Akshant had a poor memory so not much could stay on his mind,
Stressing his memory too much would only make his brain to grind.

Akshant then studied cautiously holding onto Anamika's hand,
Cautious he was not to crush it as he had formerly done to others.
He brightened up his professional life along with the romantic life,
And he scored brilliantly given his mental health was really affected.

The dried clots inside his brain were still an issue two years later,
But he controlled himself to not harm others from his anger.
The clots used to come out through as tears and ear wax,
Almost all was physically well after three more years.

Akshant went Kodaikanal after his bachelor's degree college,
He was an eligible bachelor when he had a job confirmation.
This happened when he was drifting away in the Kodai lake,
Anamika who sat next to him in the boat congratulated him.

Now Anamika confessed her feelings for Akshant in the boat,
Akshant couldn't find any words & found himself quite quiet.
This made Anamika challenge and taunt about his manliness,
Which caused Akshant get enraged & kiss his reply on her lips.

The boat swayed terribly in the star-shaped lake's still waters,
Anamika ogled & felt her hair get wet & this made her ****** Akshant.
She started kissing him back now & her eyes were coming back to normal,
These had been wide ogling when Akshant had started kissing hard and so it was.
Read part I here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/7-seconds-part-i-of-a-poem-based-on-my-unpublished-novel/
My HP Poem #176
© Atul Kaushal
Le 17 Avril, 2013.
Apr 2013 · 834
Familiar Rituals
Àŧùl Apr 2013
They gather together with their guns all aimed at me,
Seeking to **** me once & for who I could ever at all be.
Later they would think that I had not been so wrong,
But it is just their bullets that I've been craving for long.

I hope when I'm dead they bury me and not burn me,
I've heard and often wondered about the world beyond.
I want to reach in physical existence and not as vapor,
I want to preach in their tongue be it the Lingua Franca.

Ready for the ado they embalm me for the beginning,
Further on they enforce a smile on my face so worn out.
They lend me four shoulders and I do not find it strange,
Don't they lend two to the players who won on the range?

My mother will weep rivers - perhaps cry - no - not for me,
But for losing a child whom she had borne in to this world.
My father would weep too - but silently - probably for me,
He would lose a son and a friend - a student and a teacher.

My enemies'd feel relieved & happy - perhaps pompous,
But their souls would salute a person with a lot of respect.
My friends'd find themselves wondering & questioning,
All the why's, what's, who's, how's rising in their intellect.

Far away at a distance miles from my coffin she'd lament,
Her reddened eyes & tears would belie her sweet smile.
She will furthermore let the memories seep into her veins,
Her attempts to let go of the memories would only fail.

She might try to slice her wrist vein with the kitchen knife,
But I'll return & stand by her side holding her shoulder.
She will then accept this fact that I've died & ceased my life,
And I'll want her to live on with our child in her womb...
7 Stanzas, 14 Sentences, 28 Lines of Elegant Grief
321 Words Of My HP Poem #175
Title included
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 287
O My Darling!
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Ever since I've known you,
And read your poetry
O My Darling!
I
Love
You!!
Don't
You
Ask
Why!!
;-)
Because I don't  know it for myself!!!

My HP Poem #174
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Let me tell you a story about a guy named Akshant,
He belonged to Mathura in India, once the city of Krishna.

He was born on 23rd of December in the year 1990,
It was a stormy & rainy night when he was born.
Krishna was born under much similar conditions,
He was taken to safety away from his wretched uncle,
Time is exactly as the glorious & glorified mythology has it.

Akshant spent his early life much like any other kid,
Just the difference was that he was totally alone.
He spent his teenage in similar lonely circumstances,
Akshant searched for love all his teenage but to no avail,
Time gave a lonely -read tough- early lifetime to Akshant this way.

Akshant met a deadly accident on the highway,
And he went into a long & carefree coma.
As Akshant slept he took their breath away,
But they prayed for him to come out of the coma.
Time has its own ways of teaching lessons & for him it chose this way.

Akshant had been wasting his time in the search of love,
Ignoring the words of parents, his studies & friends.
His girlfriend ditched him for a fit & fine guy,
Who could take her out on dates unlike our Akshant.
Time had its own wicked ways of making him pay for the wrongs he did.
Read Part II and other parts too...
My HP Poem #173
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I
I am
I am put
I am put under
I am put under the
I am put under the pressure
I am put under the pressure of
I am put under the pressure of walking
I am put under the pressure of walking in
I am put under the pressure of walking in their
I am put under the pressure of walking in their shoes
I refuse to do it because it is just not my piece of cake
I refuse to do it because it is just not my piece of
I refuse to do it because it is just not my piece
I refuse to do it because it is just not my
I refuse to do it because it is just not
I refuse to do it because it is just
I refuse to do it because it is
I refuse to do it because it
I refuse to do it because
It is - It is - It surely is
The way I see them trying to drown me daily...
My HP Poem #172
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 253
I Believe
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I believe I will keep taking rebirth for you,
For you,
And only for you.

I almost died once,
In my worst days,
I had its close glance,
I lived again after the trance.

Yes for you,
And for you only,
I will keep taking birth again & again, again & again.
My HP Poem #171
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
As I push you harder,
I need to pull you closer,
For our union to complete.
My HP Poem #170
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 803
No If-No But
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Only

Jatt!
Jatt's are a community based in Punjab, India.
P.S.: I'm not a Jatt, just a fan of the dialogue by macho actor Sunny Deol in Bollywood films.
My HP Poem #169
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You're 6 years & 9 months younger than me,
So look at me - I'm really very confused,
I love you - well, I surely do love you,
I like you - the way you think is best.
So I find you cute & wanna cuddle you,
You're growing up & nicely so you know this.
@Not so little one: ;-)
My HP Poem #168
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I love you even this way.
More Full.
More ****.
More Curvy.
You're putting on.
At all the right places.
All I want you to do is to be
Carefree...
And Enjoy..
Smile & Smile.
@Not so little one: ;-)
My HP Poem #167
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 300
How I Love You
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I don't know,
I tried to figure it out,
I just couldn't how.

I then felt,
I need not know how,
I just couldn't know.
My HP Poem #166
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Your
Young-Curvy,
Youthful-Attractive Body
Never Fails In Seduction.
I Love It When You Pose,
When You Do Like A Rose.
And Oh! It Breaks down
My Mature-Manly Body
It Then Becomes Softer
Strong-Soft,
Mine.
33 Words of Wild Love
My HP Poem #165
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Transliteration:

Jana-gaṇa-mana adhināyaka jaya he
Bhārata bhāgya vidhātā
Pañjāba Sindhu Gujarāṭa Marāṭhā
Drāviḍa Utkala Baṅga
Vindhya Himāchala Yamunā Gaṅgā
Uchhala jaladhi taraṅga
Tava śubha nāme jāge
Tava śubha āśhiṣa māge
Gāhe tava jaya gāthā
Jana gaṇa maṅgala dhāyaka jaya he
Bhārata bhāgya vidhāta
Jaya he, jaya he, jaya he
Jaya jaya jaya, jaya he.


Translation:

Thou art the ruler of the minds of all people,
Dispenser of India's destiny.
Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sindhu,
Gujarat and Maratha,
Of the Dravida and Odisha and Bengal;
It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,
mingles in the music of Yamuna and Ganges and is
chanted by the waves of the Indian Ocean.
They pray for thy blessings and sing thy praise.
The saving of all people waits in thy hand,
Thou dispenser of India's destiny.
Victory, victory, victory to thee.
This is Jan Gana Mana - The Indian National Anthem as composed by Rabindranath Tagore and as translated in English by Tagore along with the Irish poet James H. Cousins' wife, Margaret who was an expert at English language.
It is addressed to the Bharat Bhagya Vidhata (India's Destiny Dispenser God) contrary to the popular belief that it is addressed to a person particular.
It is known that the Sanskritized Bengali version of the same, called Jana Gana Mana has been hugely popular worldwide. Listen to it on YouTube now and feel something in your heart for India.
© Rabindranath Tagore 27th December, 1911 originally in Bengali
© Rabindranath Tagore, Margaret H. Cousins who together translated it in 1919 at Besant Theosophical College, Madanapalle where Margaret's husband James H. Cousins was the principal who invited Rabindranath Tagore to sing the anthem in front of an assembly of people.
Àŧùl Apr 2013
He married her.
She was from really far away.
She lived in a home over two thousand kilometers.

He had promised her.
She had been defied by him later.
She was promised by him that he would shift to her land.

He wished to be more active.
She couldn't bear the stench of his breath.
She was having a bad time with it and was more inactive therefore.

He later turned perfidious to her.
She again felt defied and extremely cheated by him.
She could not accept that her husband was doing what she had only heard of.

He never regretted when caught red-handed.
She prevented herself from committing suicide at that time.
She thought of her son on a second thought when she was considering of a suicide.

He could not see beyond the mountains & the valley.
She was scared and could never wish to grasp the tower he offered.
She only considered marriage as a union of souls beyond the basic physical requirements.

He was not as wrong he seemed and his family boycotted him.
She never thought of love to be existing beyond the words and the promises.
She always thought of love as untouched & divine set free from all the requirements & the cravings.
21 Lines of Misunderstanding & Infidelity
My HP Poem #164
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 1.4k
A Poem For You Mere Yaar
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You may be so far-far,
But it hardly matters,
Our friendship will take its stands.

Stand these time's sands,
No matter how it jitters,
I will be me, you'll be who you are.
Mere Yaar: My Friend in Hindi/Urdu
An English-Hindi/Urdu poem.
My HP Poem #163
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Deutsche


Ich weiß, dass ich dich liebe.
Ich es bezweifle nicht

^^

Ich werde sicherlich küssen,
Sie zweifle nicht daran.
;-)

Translation 1

English


I know that I love you,
I don't doubt it.

^
^

I will surely kiss you,
You don't doubt it.
;-)

Translation 2

Hindi


Main jaanta hoon mujhe tumse pyar hai
Mujhe koi shak nahin is baare mein.

^_^

Main tumhe zaroor choomunga,
Tum is baare mein shak mat rakhna.
;-)
A German-English-Hindi poem.
My HP Poem #162
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I don't believe in any of the world religions because I have different views about Ishwar/Rabb/God.

All My Pain Disappears.
When I see her coming in my thoughts.

Yes the young one is my Ishwar.
She is my Rabb.
She is my God.

She is my sole belief.
Lives in my mind's peaceful region.
She is like a coral reef.
I live in her heart considering her my religion.

She is my soul's relief.
From all these daily worries & tensions.
She is very young friend.
Somebody as young as the new blossoms.
She scents up my days & nights alike.

She is like my child.
Six years & nine months younger female me.
She is my love.
Happy I am & happily I suffer the pain.
She doesn't let my smile fade.

She is my poetry.
Most of my poems come out in her name these days.
She is my divine peace.
Her coming to my life is the brightest opportunity to me.
She inspired me to adopt poetry as my religion.
Her presence gives a meaning to my otherwise meaningless life.
She smiles a very contagious smile I imagine very clearly.
Aye, Bee, See,
My love is for the she
One, Two, Three,
My life is for the she
Eks, Why, Zee,
It is her, She is her and
It is she!
My HP Poem #161
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 2.0k
7-7 Love Letter 7-7
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I can't say I will marry her really soon for sure, because this is India and the society here is really tough.

But I'm Atul Kaushal, my name literally means Incomparable Skill and I intend to achieve something significant in my life, such that I'm fully capable to fulfill all her unsaid hidden desires when we marry.

I don't want her to feel any regrets or other negative feelings when she marries me some 7 years later, I only want us to be different than the rest of world such that unlike most of them no problems arise between us due to various worldly problems.

May be I'm dreaming of something perfect, but so far my life has been perfectly imperfect with the share of misgivings I have had is the majority in my performance card and I now wish that when she marries me the only thing which is imperfect is our hairstyle every morning we wake up smiling as we remember the previous night.

May be I am or may be I'm not demanding too much from time - I'm just asking her in my destiny - just her - in my mornings I imagine her jogging with me - in my days toiling at her desk in the office just like me - in my afternoons calling me to verify if I had my lunch we had packed in the morning - in my evenings asking how my day at office had been and telling about hers too - in my weekends I see 'us' having fun.

May be I am or may be I'm not being too apprehensive in my mind - apprehensive that whether her family will accept me as their son-in-law, or we would have to forget each other, or we will have only one way left and that be just to take help from the court and elope to get married, or may be I will just have to abduct her from the wedding venue in full public view in front of her parents, uncles & aunts, siblings & cousins, friends & acquaintances, Hindu priests & pujaris, may be thugs & bodyguards hired by her family to keep the wedding a smooth affair, and may be my parents might refuse to let her in.

But under ideal conditions, it will be as I desired and even later we would be happily parenting two kids for I don't wish to have just one child like I myself had been in my childhood; these scars of loneliness are dug prominently on my face, but these disappear, yes these disappear when you make me smile along you as I hear you smile and I believe that these will surely disappear permanently after our formal union; till then I miss you meri nanhi si jaan my sweet young love, like I should have missed when I was fifteen too - I miss you and I miss you because I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you and I more than love you.
All I can end the poem with is that just 7 more years, you'll be done with studies & I'll be minting a fortune fortunately - definitely, it will take time - in a day nobody conjures out any long history.
Howsoever bumpy it may be, but rest assured that you're going to enjoy this journey.
(: You'll love it - you're gonna love it, all of it, my lovely young baby. :)
P.S.: I'm never going to lose You my Lovely Little Poetess.
P.P.S.: I truly love You my Magical Angel. :)
My HP Poem #160
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 611
Our Epic - Has Just Begun
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I met You on Facebook,
We took some time before we were close actually.
Seeing my taste for poetry,
You guided me here to this world of Hello Poetry,
I bet nobody else could.

I made friends with Tim,
Tim's wife Hilda, daughter Marian & others too.
They & You read my poetry,
You all love my poems which I post by my heart,
I feel elated writing these.

I write my poems for You,
At least one poem daily for my loveliest friend.
The poems I write for You,
Are each an expression of my feelings untold,
I bet my life that it is true.

I more than care for You,
Always taking care that I don't suffocate You.
How much I care for You,
In my life no sun has risen in '13 without You,
I only have You in mind.

I've great affection for You,
And You know it all these days You read me.
True relief You deliver to me,
It's just Your thought that keeps me smiling,
I do not have any sadness.

I harbor a desire to be with You,
Forever & ever - Forever & ever - Forever & ever.
Impressed by my feelings You're,
Happily You're reflecting back similar feelings,
I feel lucky in having Your love.

I have high respect for You,
Both in my mind & my heart - quite similarly.
Taken by Your soft feelings,
Enthusiastically I read the sweet poems by You,
I respect all Your thoughts.

I find You healing my scars,
The scars anointed by a fat troublesome past.
I see a happy future with You,
Even though I haven't met You in reality yet,
I cherish the smiling sweetness.

I feel You hugging me tightly,
Whenever I'm tensed up 'bout something.
All of my tension gets relaxed,
As I listen to Your sweet voice on phone,
I feel love in Your Young voice.

I really don't fear losing You,
But I can't imagine being away from You.
I find all my thoughts drifting,
Away in poetry & You smile in my mind,
(: I am happy that You are here. :)
All I can end the poem with is that I don't see Our Epic finishing any day at least 85 years from today.
P.S.: I'm never going to lose You my Lovely Little Poetess.
P.P.S.: I truly love You my Magical Angel. :)
My HP Poem #159
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
The violet boat at the Karan Taal,
The indigo one,
The blue one,
The green one,
The yellow one,
The orange one,
The red one too,
And their pedals,
Wait for you,
And I crave for you,
I crave for you.
Karan Taal is a lake having mythological importance to the followers of the Vedic religion and is located at the northern edge of my city, Karnal in Haryana, India
Written for my lazy-lovely-little one!
My HP Poem #158
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 2.0k
Bite Me - I'm Bloodless
Àŧùl Apr 2013
It positively affects my mood.

I become more independent of the society, I help people with their stuff and entertain them with my poems, stories, couplets, jokes, essays, songs & guitar.

I also take to first-hand social service whenever possible and I've also taught some underprivileged children & imparted elementary education to them.

I get my poetry ideas from this activity.

I think & feel differently about the world.

I look the others into their eyes with piercing confidence and I think you never had that confidence.

I feel stronger & more in control.

My appetite has greatly improved from being a poor eater in my childhood to a healthy eater in my adulthood.

My virility isn't affected at all and instead, I gain more stamina and manliness; my tool is strengthened.

My imagination power, IQ and hence smartness is also increased - believe me these have actually increased.

I cleared 9 & 10 examinations in my engineering degree two different times at one attempt each and my response time is greatly improved.

I become more confident.

My strength isn't reduced, but I go to the gym and I exercise as good as others.

My power & force are perfectly normal.

My eyes are shining bright, dark black in the middle of pure white.

I have never got any dark circles.

It takes me no more than 10 minutes to recover completely, it depends on the body about how it performs.

Over-use of anything - even oxygen as it oxidizes body & mind - is utterly harmful.

Quality has become thicker & brighter each day I exercise.

So keep hands on your tools than some ****** books blaspheming against the new-found rage.

Consult an expert instead of developing your own stories or believing the same old ****** stories.

Everything has a limit and within that limit, it is extremely enjoyable.

Just one last tip: Keep yourself humane with yourself & don't become a dumb & helpless addict to get embarrassed in front of your family one day.

Now if you feel that I'm spreading blasphemy & bad thoughts, you may please stop reading my poems instead of cursing me in vain.
Though not all people are known to have these positive effects of the new-age rage.
My HP Poem #157
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 360
These Days I Tell You
Àŧùl Apr 2013
In the morning sun had risen in the east,
It doesn't usually yawn...

And in the evening the sun which had shone brightly during the day,
Had started to set in the west..

The days couldn't have been better,
If these are not the best then none can be.
My HP Poem #156
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
The gusts of wind rustle through his dark hair as he rides his broomstick
In the search of the golden snitch – In the search of the ferrety golden snitch.
And in his mind whizzes past an image – at lightning speed, very swiftly,
As his expert eyes go after the small shiny metallic ball.

The Nimbus 2000 he once owned has now been replaced with another
In the attempt to make him quicker – In the attempt to make him quicker.
His eyes look like his mother Lily’s – His father James was a Seeker,
This is an analogy of a natural case of heredity in Harry.

The old broomstick Nimbus 2000 he owned was broken into pieces
In his third year at the school of magic – In his third year at Hogwarts.
Dementors attacked him – in the Quidditch pitch during a match,
And he fell several feet below from air before Dumbledore saved him.
My HP Poem #155 For My Childhood Phantasm Harry Potter
Potter Fans Know What I Mean, We Thought Him To Be Real - At Least For That Short Span Of Time!
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
She deleted her FB account
Temporarily,
And it was only because
I had asked her to,
During her final exams
For her own good.

She again opened it now
Temporarily,
And it was only because
Her exams were over,
She regards me high
For her own good.

She'd come to me
Daily,
But I tell her that
These much years,
Her school'll be over
And the doors will open.

So she now knows that it's not only she
Who regards me high,
But so do I hold her in my heart.

I love her more for her
I don't know what and
I think that's the best thing
I can say for my true love,
She is loved by me because
Her soul is so attractive
Her age is so young
That I can just smile.
My HP Poem #154 For My Dear Little Poetess
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 276
None Other Than My Poetess
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I've identified you, my love...
You end of my search of love,
Why I couldn't find you I fail,
To understand completely...

But it was perhaps because...
I hadn't read your thoughts,
Your poems seemed so sweet...
I could love none other than my poetess.
My HP Poem #153 For My Dear Little Poetess
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 264
That's The Way
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I have told you that I'd be far,
Far from you for few days,
Far from even internet,
But do not you sweat,
And you do not fret,
Because you know,
This is important,
For a good life,
For a better one,
That's if I break-through this,
There won't be stops for long,
We are surely going to meet,
We will surely have our kiss.
That won't be anything amiss,
There would be Alpine beauty Swiss,
There in our cool and wintry dreams,
So don't you miss me much till later,
We will surely be having a sweet kiss.
My HP Poem #152
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
They have a wide choice
To pick any sharp-pointed
Tool to slice my neck with
Or to stick in my stomach.
But no!
I know that they won't be
Satisfied hurting me ******
And so they took to words
Or simple boycott they've.
...Their weapons...

Unluckily they were once my friends
And I had set afire the newest trends
Improvising & exploiting my ways,
Which they follow until these days.
And lo!
They forget me - they forgot me
They have forgotten my words
For I wasn't their teacher ever
Nor would they ever become
...Atul Kaushal Sharma...
My HP Poem #151
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
It was nightfall,
I felt very sleepy,
And I dozed-off
To the stud in my
Dreams-Dreams.

Oh how strong he was!
All muscle unlike my body,
Stiffer, stronger & ***** he was!

She gave a bath,
And a massage too,
To the stud in my
Dreams-Dreams.

She caresses it sweetly,
And she kisses it too,
Yes, the stud in my
Dreams-Dreams.

She kissed my stud,
A bit too much and,
The stud spewed its stomach
Out on her face,
In my most wild
Dreams-Dreams.

The girl's eyes were,
Teeming with tears,
To the stud in my
Dreams-Dreams.

As she was happy,
Tears were of joy,
To the stud in my
Dreams-Dreams.
111 Words Of
My HP Poem #150
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 411
How I Write Poetry
Àŧùl Apr 2013
It's
For
You
To
Decide,
But
I
Write
Well
Enough.

Seldom
Do
I
Fee­l
Naughty,
Often
I
Feel
Very
Happy..

This
Habit's
A
Positive
Add­iction,
Writing
Poetry
Typing
Few
Everyday...
My HP Poem #149
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 1.1k
How The Door Is Locked
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You stand in front of me seeking knowledge of the unknown.

What Door Is Locked, Which Door You Talk About, Atul.

Today I Talk About The Doorway To Heaven,

But Do You Possess The Credibility Even.

This Is A Question - Right?

Yeah, This Is A Question...

Didn't Sound Like One!

Okay, I'm Sorry But You Should Just Answer Me

Heaven is Not a Place Unfamiliar to Me,
The Door was Against the Common Notion
Black.
Heaven is a Place Where Bland Mixtures of Happy,
And Sad Emotions Fly Lightly Through Our Minds
Unfailingly.
Nobody Ever Clearly Remembers of What Heaven Was Like,
I Experienced Heaven in The Peace of My Long Comatose
State.


But Where Did We Miss Out on The Doorway Part??

Be Patient.

Okay, We Would Be...

Good, Now Listen Carefully Without Interrupting Me.
Even Though I Missed My Girlfriend,
More Did I Miss My College Than I Did Her.


You nod your head and say, It's Obvious, Many Guys Feel So.

I shake my head, Not Many Guys Would Feel Exactly The Same & Don't Interrupt Me Please.

Seeing you ready to listen more, I comfort my shoulders to continue,

I Missed The Underprivileged Kids More Than I Missed Her,
I Missed Imparting Them Elementary Education,
I Missed The Feeling of Being Close,
Close To The Door Of Heaven,
Their Houses In The Slum,
The One Close To The College,
Seemed Exactly - Actually Like It,
The Eternal Doorway To Heaven & I Found It,
So Peaceful, Calm And As Much Meaningful To Serve.


I end up my dialogue undisturbed, Yeah, That's The Doorway To Heaven Which I Had Found.

You are running a rapid thought process in your mind, Is That It?

I smile & Reply, Yes That's It, Thank You.

You further ask, But What If We Feel Heavenly Elsewhere, Does It Matter?

This time I nod my head and say, *It Could Be Anywhere You Feel Happy From Your Heart & Free From All Your Doubts About The Reason's Morality.
My HP Poem #148
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
In her dialogues,
And in my guidance.

In her noise,
And in my silence.

In her voice,
And in my glance.

In my words,
And in her trance.

In my sentences,
And in her stories.

In my songs,
And in her poems.

In our talks,
And in our dance.

In our hugs,
And in our snugs.

In our kisses,
And in our mails.

This is how,
We both lose ourselves.
Just one desire - pure happiness, with you
My HP Poem #147
© Atul Kaushal
Apr 2013 · 2.3k
Embryo
Àŧùl Apr 2013
When an ***** is fertilized by a *****,
And is done in vivo,
Which means,
In nature,
A female is the receptor who receives *****,
An embryo then develops out of the *****,
And it usually signifies a symbol of love.

But here in Embryo Biotechnology Lab,
It is done in vitro,
Which means,
In glass,
Female germ cell receives ***** in a test tube,
An embryo is then developed with desired traits,
And then a clone - or a desired G.M.O. is created.
Written in Embryo Biotechnology Lab, Animal Biotechnology Center, National Dairy Research Institute
G.M.O.: Genetically Modified Organism used for various purposes favorable to human beings
National Dairy Research Institute or N.D.R.I. is located in India at Karnal, Haryana
My HP Poem #146
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 592
The Lonely Ferry
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Had you been here with me,
I would've seen a new day - everyday.
But you are not here with me,
I must see the same old sun - everyday..
One day you surely will be mine,
I'll then see a new sun rising - everyday...

The day you would be mine,
I would see a golden morning - everyday...
The day you'll fill my life,
I see a complete life with you - everyday..
The day you are mine,
I feel like the richest man - everyday.

The thought that one day I'll surely be united with you,
Makes me happier - content - satisfied and much more.
But till then, I sail alone in *The Lonely-Lonely Ferry...
You know that the 'you' here is you!
My HP Poem #145
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I've been in relationships,
Three of them actually.
But do believe me,
This is my first,
And the last,
When it's
True.
You,
Will see,
And believe,
This is my word,
My ultimate promise.
Please do not doubt me,
I have always meant love.
7 Lines of Love + 7 Lines of Trust poem for my best friend
My HP Poem #144
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 1.2k
(7) Gateway of Heaven (7)
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I climb on the mountain,
Pestered by grief.
I hide the recent stain,
Anointed by sorrow.
I try to subdue the pain,
Inflicted by remorse.

As I see another sun - Sunday,
I repent waking on Monday - again.
Because the pain in my brain - hurts badly,
I feel it growing on Tuesday - every other day.
And it takes over me as I reach - the high-mountain,
I free myself from the pain bothering me - daily, daily.

I didn't feel you coming - my way,
Taking all my tears - yeah - with the rain.
An angel you came to my lonely-lonesome life,
I feel it easing as it drops like the broken window-pane.
Though you heal my heart - my soul still bleeds profusely,
Going away into the penance mode - mode - repentance mode.

I jump down the mountain,
Though you float like a guardian,
You can't stop me from falling - falling.
As I fall down the mountain,
I look at my guardian - guardian,
She cries & starts lamenting - lamenting.

You reverse the sands of time,
And it starts over again.
I climb on the mountain,
Trying to make away with the sorrow.
And this time I step forwards at the cliff,
You hug me tightly from behind.
I see you abandon your angelhood,
For me, from me - from me, for me.
You chose mortality over your boon,
Your power has diminished.
But our story won't die when we die,
Because it's love - it's love - it's love.

Seven times we take birth,
In this realm - in this Hell.
We must be united & live,
Enjoying the painful life,
And the pleasures alike.
We must remain united,
Stay pleased & happy.

This way we book our places in the Heaven,
We hope to find death in each others' arms only,
Here we find happiness flowing - flowing - flowing,
In the stream through Garden of Eden - Eden - Eden,
Where we also find safe haven - safe haven - safe haven,
(: In that Magnificent and Glorious Gateway of Heaven....... :)
As you'll notice, there're 7 stanzas this poem has been broken into hence lending the (7) to the title
HP Poem #143
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
You're so magical,
I'm so mesmerized,
I feel we walk there,
Hands in your hands,
Every time we talk here,
All instruments come alive,
I can hear them playing music,
As we sing the same retro numbers,
I feel your voice sweetly close to my ears,
As we are texting and singing the same songs,
Saying the same words of love which we exchange,
You make me feel the Mother & the Father & The Child,
And I find it going away from me - I'm no longer pessimistic,
I find your voice so magical - I'm so mesmerized - I'm optimistic,
In your voice which I find so magical - I'm mesmerized - I'm optimistic,
In your voice I lose myself - drifting away - to the land of peace & stability.

I'll secure my home - then come after 7 more years have passed by to your place,
I'll tell your dad - "Sir, I have a decent background and a lonely life..."
He might ask - "So what - would you be a bit more clear?"
I'd look at you for courage - you would only pass me a small smile...
I'll muster all the courage to say - "Do you really mind if your daughter was my wife?"
I am not a future-teller, but I'm sure that this will happen and I won't wander any further in my life
(: This Poem Is Dedicated To My Love, Who Introduced Me To Hello Poetry :)
My search for love ended here at you - your innocent-undefined feelings
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 3.7k
Poetry Krishna
Àŧùl Mar 2013
It is said in Mahabharata that Krishna,
Who was an incarnation of Vishnu,
Was the Charioteer of Arjun,
The most expert archer.

And Arjun was among the Pandavas,
Pandavas're the legendary winners,
Of the epic Mahabharata War,
That killed uncountable men.

We observe several such incarnations,
In the Kalyuga's modern era as well,
Guiding those who seek guidance,
Showing path to those who need.

I was before joining Hello Poetry,
So lost - so confused - so troubled,
My thoughts so jammed my brain,
But now I find myself calm - so cool.

Here on Hello Poetry,
We have our own Charioteer,
Guiding our own poetry Chariot,
He is an expert, his name is York, Eliot.
Solely dedicated to Eliot York
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 2.6k
The Playground Of Wilderness
Àŧùl Mar 2013
We used to play in that playground,
It was full of uniform levelled green grass.

Here heartily played Abhishek's greyhound,
Running excitedly all over game's green mass.

We used to play cricket in the ground,
It was a temporary zone of football grass.

Here all games were near Atul's house unbound,
Free from all school-work it was enjoyable as deep bass.

But today our generation is busy in our lives making careers,
The next generation is too young yet to make full use of the lawns.

Reduced in size which used to be our hugest amphitheatre of sweetness,
Has now got grass growing untamed covering The Playground Of Wilderness.
Abhishek Thakur of Karnal, India was my childhood best friend
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 327
The Hillmen
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Resented & Hated They Spend Their Entire Nights
Going Back Again to That Time
When They Were Respected, Regarded & Prized.

The Poor Hillmen Often Try Coming To the Mainstream By
Making Their Significance Felt By The
Various Artistic Etchings, Paintings & Musical Pieces.

But They Still Fail To Leave A Mark On The Society
Because Of Their Own Attributes
Their Appearance, Their Ways Of Life & Their Past Record.

Their Men Look Slim - Very Slim They Appear
In This Bloating World Scenario
Far Fit Than Any Other Tribe They Appear.

Their Women Look Beautiful - They Define Natural Beauty
In This Artificially Made Up World Of Fake Faces
But The Men Are Susceptible - To Inflammatory Words.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 498
Thanks For Being My Friend
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I met you by chance,
It's a kind of dance,
That is this trance.
Amidst your couplets and my poetry,
I feel elated and relieved.
The difficulty is remembering your name,
Wasn't much given your scent.
The ease in remembering your face,
Was as much as looking at mirror.
A friend like no other you are,
Who knows which goddess you are
You've come to me like a dream,
A dream i'd like to linger bit more
Who knows how longer we would be,
But as long as friends we are, will be
This is not possible going solo,
You'd have to accompany me.
Now comes this poem's end,
I hope you ignored it's rhyming.
Your talkative eyes tell me a poem,
Nothing but you were on my mind.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 1.2k
I Feel Relieved
Àŧùl Mar 2013
During all those bad times,
Whether it is in pain or in sorrow,
Or may be when I'm in agony or in grief,
And that is due to the many worldly problems,
I feel relieved when I think of you or talk to you...
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
My Mother Tells Me To Cut Calorie-Intake
If I Ever Want To Shed Some Extra Fat,
But I'm Merely 66.8 KG By Weight!

How Can I Make My Conservative Family
Especially My Overpossessive Mommy,
That I Can't Cut Any Of My Calorie!!

Because Oh My Beautiful Cute Little Darling,
You Must Be Well-Aware Of The Fact That
You're The Sugar In My Cup Of Life!!!

I'm 5'10" Tall Which Is Good For India & So I'm Adequate Weight,
There's No Way To Even Seriously Thinking Of Cutting Calories,
But Still, Still I've Been Going To The Gym All These Days!!!!

Anyways, I Can Just Try To Exercise More & More,
As I Keep A Loose Check On What I Eat Daily,
To Ultimately Get A Decent Shaped Body!!!!!

Perhaps That Should Help Me Stay Fit,
Mom Should Be Satisfied & Happy,
From What I Make My Body!!!!!!

My Favorite Taste Is Sweet,
My Favorite Flavor Is You And So,
You're The Sugar In My Cup Of Life!!!!!!!
© Atul Kaushal
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