My gratitude,
I hope you feel it
More than they feel
My attitude.

I am proud that I love you,
And that you love me back.

Now love heals me quicker,
All thanks to you.

Anterograde amnesia bothers,
But my old memories are fresh.

The old ones are as fresh as hours ago,
And the cold ones are as sharp as thrush.

In my previous life,
I used to be a musician.

Guitaring and fluting my everyday,
Life seemed to sweetly fade away.

My 6th sense failed me on a sunny day,
Collided and off I fell from my bike.

I fell, and I fell even deeper,
Into a comatose state on a sleeper.

A 23-day long coma existed in my story,
The 42 days in the hospital changed my life.

I remember nothing from that stay,
But I carry the vestiges of a battle.

The food-peg on my tummy,
It was incised inches above the navel.

Now even the extra navel,
It becomes smaller as it fades away.

I have no regrets,
Just the memories refuse to fade away.

With her, I am creating beautiful memories,
And the old memories will be overwritten.

Old songs are sweet,
But new ones are perfumed.

Scented with the new romance,
They will thrive and be forever bloomed.

I am happy with her,
And I can only be happier.

Not that I am immortal,
But through my memories,
And through my contribution
To science, to love, literature & poetry,
I Shall Always Survive.

What will you do going elsewhere,
If I am not going to be present there?

Why someone else will you marry,
If you can never love anyone but me?

What will you do after marriage,
If it's not my heart that's your cage?

Where will you go for honeymoon,
If your heart still resides with me?

What will be that light or sound key,
If you experience them without me?

Come to my street, my place,
I shall keep you happy always.

Maybe I'm not so handsome or rich,
I still succeeded in kindling your love.

After all, I'm a Bhāräŧīyä in & out,
We shall together go closer to Đhärmä.

I shall love you with my gaze,
I shall show you how I keep my promises.

You will see what I shall be,
I just need some time, Jī...

There's a story of a lonely childhood,
A saga of a musical teenage,
And an account of a painful youth.

There's a poem of romantic adulthood,
An epic written in the search for love,
And your sign in a moment of truth.

There's one desire in my heart untold,
A thirst that is yet unquenched,
And your name on its walls of blood.

She is a fantastic demotivator,
Hungry she leaves me,
Ever so often.
Always she taunts me,
Now in life, I lack a motivator.
I tell her all, looking for approval,
She tells me only of the impossibility.

α
My past is so blotted & blotched,
Yet, I am living this moment.

Painful or not, it'd hardly matter,
Any luck with life, I miss daily,
I miss all my possibilities,
None have I achieved,
To time I put my ode,
Ever so desperately,
Dying will be easier.

Perhaps, I'd wait until my parents,
And then I shall embrace her,
Saying, “Sorry, I kept you longing,”
This time there is no guardian angel.
β

Our petrol sedan,
Looks so elegant and
Classy

Now running in its 7th year,
Still appears so new and
Sassy

Škoda its maker,
Runs on a VW engine and
Chassis

They dictate our lives,
How they are in space,
Exactly when we are born.

How they are in space,
Or the constellations,
When an individual is born.

Take it,
Or leave it.

It's your choice,
Be wise.

The absurdity of modern poets.
They don't use the rhyme scale,
But they use many cuss words.
And they think writing suchlike,
They look cooler than their peers.

They all have ostracized rhyming,
Poets, themselves they be calling...

The F-words aplenty they use,
And they think they look cool...

Rescue the language if possible,
Listen to its cries, they are not bearable.

If you lost your feelings to the world's ways,
Then surely I don't look for your sympathy,
But there are few who understand,
I do look for their empathy,
And their kind words of advice.

Don't let this distance increase.

The storm I hold back
In my heart,
And my mind,
If I release it all at once,
Then everything will end.

At least for me...

I love her infantile eyes,
So deep and dark, with no lies.

I love her chubby cheeks,
So likable and lickable, with no ice.

I love her beautiful hair,
On her mandible so magical, with no lice.

I love her smiley curves,
So spicy, with no added spice.

I love her cute nose,
So precious, with no price.

I know how cells are made
I know how to write genetic code
I know how clones are made
I know about disease-causing defects in the code

I know how to swim
Not just how to swim
I also know how to sing
I even compose music
And I also pluck a guitar string

I play the guitar
I play the flute
I play carrom
I play chess
I write poetry
I write novels

But the best thing I do is survive

I survived against odds when death came calling
I survived when most doctors predicted me dying
I survived 108°F fever when the virus was attacking
I survived that accident and now all I have is living

I love you, my angel,
My dream girl,
I wish for you
To descend here,
And bless my life,
Love me & love me more,
I desire to take you as my wife.

I am waiting for you to listen,
I am watching you go.

Oh, my heart,
You were lonely.

Oh, my heart,
You were grim.

Oh, my heart,
I finally found her.

Oh, my heart,
No longer grim.

Oh, my heart,
No longer lonely.

I feel so good when I am loved.
Getting loved is not in my control.
But I can still love you honestly.

You stay busy with your preferences,
Exchanging love is my Preference,
I love you so much, but I fear you too.

Tired of being tested, cheated & insulted,
He renamed himself as SORRY...
So that everyone apologizes to him,
For every single sin,
That he was made to suffer for,
But committed by all of them.

He faced death,
And survived.
He is unlucky,
And cursed...

Unlucky because,
He did not die...
Only to lead a half life...

Cursed because,
He is so lonely...
Only to lead a solo life...

Her round face,
The button nose,
And sweet voice.

Her glowing skin,
The plumpy chin,
And **** midriff.

Her friendly nature,
The Hïnđū outlook,
And divine soul.

Her infant thoughts,
The youthful spirit,
And zestful love.

How should I not love her?
She's my future partner of life,
And why not, she's my future wife.

-_-
I'm a very timid man within...
My BP shoots up when excited,
My breathing is heavy evermore,
On even thinking about loneliness,
Really, I know not what I can do,
Tasked with living life forever,
And a lonely life, that too, as
Lonely will be so lifeless.

Baby girl, I love you...
Oh my baby, I love you...

Cutie, I love you...
Cutie pie, I love you...

Golu, I love you...
Golumolu, I love you...

You're my best friend...
Only my closest friend...

You're my girlfriend...
Only I shall be your husband...

Is anyone else here,
Facing this problem
That every new poem
Becomes invisible for others?

Love...
My first true lover,
Indian Sänāŧänī beauty,
True like Đévī Kāmākhyā,
Actually in love with me forever,
Loving me like we are immortals,
Immortalized in our loving memories.

The voice in my head,
Tells me what you said.

It tells me about good things,
To my imagination, it lends its wings.

In my mind, our sky is blue,
I know at last this love is true.

Issues are to be resolved,
Problems are to be solved,
But
Parliaments are only dissolved.

1857 was some years older,
Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave.

No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder,
None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave.

No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver,
None consumed the patriotism wine agave.

Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were,
The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur.

Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better,
And I am sure about this administrator.

Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse,
And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor.

Shāh Jī is the best strategist,
And the team is just perfect.

Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor,
An example she is of the pink power.

Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker,
Wise old man for the nation.

Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated,
He heads the World Health Organization.

Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19,
Originated in MainlandChina.

Extinction, it is threatening,
Now we all turn to Hïnđū values.

Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific,
The blind faith belongs to aggressors.

The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,
In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains.

They say that history repeats itself,
Rām Rājyä beckons once again.

I do not know how, no I do not.
Some of their poems appear bad.

Some are out of rhyme,
Some are not worth a dime.

I don't know how the legendary poets
Came to be known as legendary...

Perhaps because they had no reference
They had no parallels either
And so, they couldn't read others...

I am writing my 1866th poem
However, I read a lot more of them.

Talk about modern poets,
Some of them presume cussing,
To be good, to be divine
Like the evening wine.

We both are eager to meet,
How beautiful the day will be,
We can, right now only, imagine.
Let me inform you to avoid my scars,
Through my eyes, I offer a gateway,
A gateway to the brighter future.
Focus on my eyes, not the scars.

We both are eager to meet,
How beautiful the day will be,
We can, right now only, imagine.
Let me inform you to avoid my scars,
Through my eyes, I offer a gateway,
A gateway to the brighter future.
Focus on my eyes, not the scars.

Writing you
In my mortal coil
Never I expected you to
Walk out of my imagination
Even in a secret desire
But you did, baby
Yes you did.

I had abdicated
You came on 29 Feb
Unexpectedly you came
Out of Kalpana, the imagination
Seeking advice from me
On the difficult path
I came out of past.

You are the harbinger of hope
For my dying soul, you are dope
My dark days & gloomy nights end
Now that my twilight shines so bright
I not any longer shall need to bend
My gladness in darkness I *****
I shall come out with this rope.

No,
I'm not as faithful as a mutt.

Because dogs shuffle *******,
Just like playboys change beaches.

But yes,
I am as faithful as a swan.

Because time goes awn and awn,
Swans don't desert their partners.

These are my thoughts for you,
In my arms every night, you will perish.

Yes, you will squirm and squiggle,
When my tongue inside you, I shall swivel.

Yes, you will lose yourself in my embrace,
When I shall touch you, you will live again.

Yes, when moonlight will glitter your face,
Then I shall kiss you back till forever.

Yes, you will love me more and more,
Intensely and insanely, in sweet pain.

People are dropping dead.

People are dropping dead,
Not many in my town
But in big cities,
They are dying en masse
And the silence is scaring me.

Yet again.

Yet again,
I can hear my own blood
Gushing through my ears,
Silly me, I am scared,
More for my loved ones,
And less for myself.

Will we?

Will we all die soon?
Or shall I survive this?
I hope that if my loved ones die,
I do too.
Because I'm afraid of loneliness,
I have a serious kind of autophobia.

Nay!

Humanity can't go extinct!
Humanity won't go extinct.
It will soon be alright.
Just wait and watch,
How Vishnu takes care of us,
How Shiva takes out the evil,
How the world will turn for good.

I wonder what my title will be,
When we are getting married.

Would it be Chiranjeevi,
Or it will be Doctor?

Long-living is Chiranjeevi,
And a PhD-holder is a Doctor.

No, my Darling, I will prefer,
To me, people should refer,
As the Poet Atul Kaushal.

It's such a beautiful feeling,
In my heart and my mind.
It's not a thought just fleeting,
In my life it's a deep thought.

I want you for my dear life,
Putting all my efforts for you.
I see in you, my future wife,
A trump card I found in you.

Together, we shall win this war,
You just keep loving me, my friend.
Together, we shall make eternal love,
Keep blooming, oh my best friend.

It was KG,
And
I was very lazy.

Not instinctively so,
But
Because it was all so easy.

Suddenly I was in Class I!
And
I was very simply terrorized!

Enter mathematics class!
And
I was so confused!

Why the hell 1 and 1 became 2
And
Not 11???!!!

Then came calculus,
And
It was everywhere!!!

dy/dx, d^2y/dx^2 and d^3y/dx^3
And
Their integrations!!!

I chose science just for science
And
Not for mathematics!

However, a voice told me
That
Science can't exist without mathematics!

And I am a science lover.

They did not predict about the British,
They did not predict about the Towers,
They did not predict the Desert Scourge.

Still, they accurately predicted,
sic
End of the world on 21 June 2020.

In my opinion,
THE MAYANS
Needed something to **** time,
So they decided to predict,
And their predictions be
Such foolish and baseless.

ALL IS WELL

The television news channels,
They are all fear-mongering brothels,
Which run on the terror they can imbue to our minds.

I Am Father Time.
I keep changing your life.

At times, I am the stormy weather.
At others, I am the calm breeze.

You worship the wrong deities.
You make wars misinterpreting me.

I am the sole Creator,
I am the only Conserver,
I am the real Destroyer.

And,
It is Me, who you should worship.

Because I can.

Robert Clive.
He was an agent of the Brutish British,
And he brought misery to my Bhaarat.

For me, she is the dream I am living,
Right, every second of the day,
I have to pinch myself again & again,
Especially when she says the golden words,
Nearly fainting, I control myself,
Desperate to be her to be my wife,
Sweeter possibilities beckon us both.

For her, I am her living guardian angel,
Of paradise, she's a beautiful citizen,
River Brahmputra washes her soul,
Expedited she has the delivery of happiness,
Victory will be ours, our love will win,
Enjoying we shall be the struggle,
Reason it for separating, we shall not.

My dream girl, she is the cutest in the world,
I am so lucky that I know her, I know an incarnation,
To Đévī Kāmākhyā, I bow my head,
At long last, she came to my life,
Lesser she feels like a stranger,
In the jigsaw of my life, she has all the missing pieces.

An angel must have smiled and nodded,
To The Power's commands,
Unlimited potential for happiness and romance,
Love and faithfulness are our virtues.

For you, I am an artist,
My art is music,
My art is love.

For you, I am a soldier,
My duty is guarding,
My duty is protecting.

You lost someone special,
I'm an addition new,
Do not worry, dear,
I'm here to stay here.

You shine on my horizon,
Like a nascent rainbow,
After the shower of invisible tears.

To your wrist, I want to hold on,
May I never see you go,
Now that my love towers.

Mares & studs run amok,
In my mind, they so do,
And they sprint around in circles.

Enthused by the falling droplets,
Even peacocks dance,
In my mind, I am all smiles.

The beautiful aura of yours,
I see it with inner eyes,
That of a Đévī it closely resembles.

In your eyes, I see a infantile glint,
Not many get it, darling,
You are my first baby girl.

All the beauty in my world,
Now shines 'cause of you, and
I try to summate it in written word.

Lovers, like me, dear lady,
You'll see, are found fictionally,
Or maybe in your dearest dreams.

That mythical true lover,
Someone you've craved for,
Maybe since forever and ever.

I am him, I am him, I am him.

Every tiny bit about you,
I love it, yes, I do.
I feel elated and elevated,
Each night, I promise to hold you tight,
Only as tight to make you feel warm,
To make you feel that you are only mine.

Oh how you think that only urbane can write
And publish them blindly thinking it's right
It's nothing but actually underestimation.

You refused to publish my responsible story
And instead published his inspired glory
It's truly nothing but underestimation.

7 Seconds is a story about the Indian system,
Of education and equality but you rejected it
It's on your part a crude underestimation.

You don't worry I won't file a case against your celebrity author who instead of guiding me with further steps in publication, copied my story and changed the nouns along with the setting to totally lift one significant part of it.

All the strength of my impertinent love.
I shall be the August Landmesser.

Low I shall keep my arm en masse,
Of course, I shall not heil the Führer,
Viewing my parents as the dictators, I am,
Expect me they do forget the love of yours.

Yet I shall not comply with their orders,
Of course, I shall always love only you,
Unless I am successful, rest I shall not.