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Mar 2013 · 250
Tears?
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I Bless You My Dear,
I Bless You With Fear,
I Bless You With Tears,
I Bless You With Endless Joy,
I Bless You With Tears Of Happiness.
I Bless You With Divine Happiness
And With The Fear Of Losing Me
The Very Same I Feel For You :)
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 5.8k
I Love Alliteration
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I Intend Inspiring Indians Internationally
After Accounting All Aspiring Appointments
These Thermal Things Though Tastefully Testing
She Seldom Sleeps Some Sultry-Smothery Styles
Often Opening On Object-Orifice Of Operation
Crudely Caring Cant Cross Covering Case
About All Astral And Attractive Allocations
All these words mean one thing or the other,
Not sure about their sense though, ha ha :P
I just love alliteration
Though I'd thoroughly try to make its sense next time!
:D
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
This is not exactly a poem, but still I post it here.

Why do we address That Supernatural Entity as Him or even as Her?

According to me, That Supernatural Entity is NOT a male at all, but neither is It a female.

I don't mean to demean That Supernatural Entity, but if any such power really exists, I'll prefer to refer it as 'That', 'It' or 'You'.

Why this gender discrimination even for That Supernatural Entity.
P.S.: I'm neither a theist, nor an atheist person
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 298
I Wait For You
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I Waited For Her,
Since Ages It Seems.

I'll Wait More For Her,
Till Eternity If It Has To Be.

I Want Just Happiness For Her,
Pure Happiness With Or Without Me.
I Just Wish You Divine Happiness
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 928
Devices
Àŧùl Mar 2013
In A Mood As Good As Awesome Food

With Eyes As Bright As Black Onyx

She'll Be Reading & Re-reading

This Puny Piece Of Poetry

Twirling Her Silky Hair

With Slender Fingers

And Often Smile

As She Imagines

Walking A Mile

Along With Me

Hands-In-Hands

On A Sweet Day

Not Waiting Until

The Month Of May

She'll Be Reading This

And She Will Do It Soon

Pulled Like A Dove By Love

Love That I Never Fail To Display

Through My Words In My Puny Poems

I Rightly Write Rightfully For Her - Her Only.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 951
Speechless
Àŧùl Mar 2013
There was sound of the door chime
It was not like I saw her for the first time

But the breeze that breezed through her hair that day
Was making them look as though birds would fly away

That look on her face with the sun shining behind her
Left me just gazing and admiring the beauty, speechless
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 384
Poetry Is My Ctrl+Alt+Del
Àŧùl Mar 2013
When My Life Is Full Of ***** Mess

Often Replete With The Pangs

Poetry Is My Ctrl+Alt+Del

It Acts As My Escape

From The Various

Pangs Of The

Lonely Life

Which I

Live
Thanks Hello Poetry
Thanks Eliot York
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 377
My Stand
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I am neither an exact agnostic nor a complete atheist,
But yes, I don't believe in that Supernatural Power,
Or that Eye in the Sky in any way similar to anyone might believe among you all.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Not many would better understand than me the meaning of first hand serving experience.

I volunteered and used to teach in a group called 'Swapan' (run by the social service group Nishqam of CITM Faridabad, now known as MRIU) which undertook imparting laborers' kids free education.

I don't believe in donating because I don't earn yet, but I volunteer whenever I am able to go out to their world. I just wait for the right time I get to be in contact with such people.

What I did in Swapan program was more than just teaching; we used to take care of their health by getting them periodic vaccination, by having them attend a regular school near our college, getting their fees deposited, organizing events for mustering funds for the same and many more.

But at the end of my 2nd year I met a serious accident, just prior to my 4th semester B.Tech-Biotech exams which pushed me into a 23 day coma; I was close to death. But I didn't lose my spirit even after I came back to my senses.

As the path of destiny had it, CITM became MRIU which didn't continue with the MDU degree I'm currently enrolled into. So I was made to shift colleges and go to Rohtak for college since then and there was no such opportunity anywhere in close proximity.
CITM & MRIU are the two names - former & current - of the same educational institution in India and the former of them, CITM was converted into a private deemed university by the name of MRIU and I was made to shift my college to continue my degree under MDU.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 485
Senseless
Àŧùl Mar 2013
What use is a flask,
If I can't toast from it.

What use is a heart,
If it can't beat for me.

What use is a friend,
If they can't trust me.

What point is a person,
If they don't love poetry.

What point is a poem,
If they don't get it easily.

What point is a point,
If they find it senseless.

But the entire world is not smart,
And I don't actually care if they think most of it is just Senseless! :D
My Hello Poetry Poem #125
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I woke up
In the Morning,
Startled,
By the Mourning.

I quickly got outta mah bed,
Wore my slippers & darted,
Only to witness the dread,
My neighbor was going to be dead.

He had suffered an attack,
In the lawn while he was mowing,
He sat there on the mower at first moaning,
Little later nothing but lifeless he appeared taken aback.

Then I opened my eyes with a start,
Only to stare at the ceiling,
I went out & made sure,
It was my nightmare with closed eyes.

Nobody was dead in reality,
I looked into my eyes while brushing,
First I grinned at myself through the froth,
And I lightly hit my own head from the forth.

Then I was made to think about,
My own Dad as he has gotten old too,
He was bad only during time he had lost it,
He's my Dad & was my Nurse along with Mom.

I went to my parents' room & found them gone,
Morning had started and they had tasks for their own,
My dad was mowing our lawn winked and smiled at me,
This was just one of the nightmares I saw with my open eyes,
Nursing was when I was at my worst health condition, 42% disabled I still continue to recover.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Oh my Creepy little fellow,
My bestest friend Creepy.

I remain alone here composing these poems,
In your dreams with closed eyes and the open eyes.

How could I not tell you that I've lost much in the time you're away,
You went away and so did the lucky charm you had brought my lonely way.

What else should I tell you about Creepy my friend, thinking so I frown,
In your absence much has been lost in my world that has turned upside down.

It's been long since I've read a poem of yours posted on Hello Poetry,
Everyone waits for you and I miss you the most my lovely young friend!

So tell me soon that you're free after your exams at least for some time,
I am done enough waiting and your absence is made felt even by the chime.
All is inspired by you in the end, in one way or another my Creepy Angel ;)
Your Expectant,
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
The Angel with the jet black hair,
She seems as though by being present she is stirs the air.
The Angel with the shiny dark eyes,
She seems as though by being plainly looking she freezes you.
The Angel with the skin smooth as cheese,
She seems as though by being so soft that nobody dared touch her.
The Angel with the sweetest of names,
She is you, she is you, she is you, no one else but yes she is you.
Though there are other angels too,
But this poem was written for you.

For this particular image in my mind,
By your youth it was inspired.
All is inspired by you in the end, in one way or another my Creepy Angel ;)
Your Expectant,
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
HATE is a 4 letter word,
Just see how big it can get,
When it crosses the nets,
Of your bed,
And your body.

Feel all its 4 letters seep,
Deep into your body & peep,
Through your skin & flesh,
Blood & Bones,
And your soul.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 1.9k
And Ravana Lives Again
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Enter Ravana

I
I Had
Hadn't I?
Told Rama,
As I Was Dying,
That I'll Rise Again,
In Face Of Corruption,
**** All The Moral Values,
Of Your Future Land,
Kith Would **** Kin,
Left Would Cheat,
So Right Suffers,
Legs So Thick,
That Bleed,
On,
And On,
As They Move,
Causing Much Pain,
And Suffering As Well,
Even As The People Move,
Along The Path Well Beaten,
Haven't I Passed My Own Test?
Yes I Definitely Have Passed It,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
I Just Fought For My Sister,
People Have No Respect,
They **** Their Sister,
I Cursed You Right!
For Your Reply,
Since ages I've,
Waited For A,
Befitting Solution,
To The Besotting,
Puzzle,
I Cursed,
For,
Your,
Nation!
Ravana is a 10-headed demon king from the Hindu epic mythological saga Ramayana. He was slain by the Hindu God Lord Rama after Ravana abducted his wife Goddess Sita.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I
-I am-
I am like
-I am amazed-
I can't believe it
-I told my Soul Love-
Yeah she's my Sole Love
-That I'd enter her fortress deep-
And I told her that I'll soon one day
-My tongue must be black from underside-
Because she told me that any such war in India
-Was illegal till a later age as the books of law said-
But now it'd be legal at an age which she reaches soon
-The eager period of eagerness has begun and is teasing-
And I wait for breaching the fortress when we meet
-I'll hope she has performed great in her exams-
Care will be well taken by me that our first
-Experience with each other as we meet-
Would be great meeting the first time
-Not necessary her fortress will fall-
Eagerness is there but controlled
-Full ease in handling myself-
She'll see Angels in me
-And Demons too-
(: Surely :)
And they rolled back the law - just as I expected!
It is believed by some in India that a person with a black spot on their tongue's underside tell the future
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
As
Now The
Happiness
Is Towering

With A Large
Base To Make It
Worthy Of Staying


Sadness Is Trenching
Bringing Tears Not
Very Often To My

Eyes Which've
Gotten Tired

Of These
Tears
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I bleed inside my head.
It won't be long before I'm dead..
All color I'd see would be red.
This short poem will be read...
And it will be reread.
This is how I will be consoled....
But before this poem has been read by many,
I'll simply be dead, I'll simply be dead.....

Time is money,
True.
Time is funny,
False..
Time is long,
True...
Time is short,
False....
Time is God,
True.....

How I live isn't easy,
No - not at all.
How I am alive is the question,
No - not at all..
How I would survive without friends is impossible,
No - not at all...
Waiting for you to be back my true friend.
Till then my image is my friend.
I see you in the reflection.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 869
Frenzy
Àŧùl Mar 2013
They dubbed me a flirt,
The dictionary says something else,
Someone who passes suggestive comments.

But I've never passed any,
But I've only plainly complimented,
Someone & anyone who deserved compliments..

My mistake is just that I'm truthful,
My pitcher of years has never been empty or full,
Someone can relieve me from this burden I carry on my chest...

I just got into a frenzy and killed all of them in my heart,
Yes they're the ones who misjudged my character,
I just put a nail to the coffin prepared.

I'm unsure how I'll survive without friends,
But I know who is to be blamed for it,
What you call God & me, myself.

Not certain about my righteousness,
But I'm certainly not wrong,
I'm a harmless guy.

But would they ever realize,
What they broke inside me,
Was greater than my heart.
Probably just had their fun,
Something they always seek,
But I'm not at all a cheap flirt.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Born an only child in a desolate campus with sporadic social interaction.
Sort of home-schooled by the parents and was sent to a small school..
Experiencing an obsessive-compulsive disorder sort of attraction...
Saw her and started remaining obsessed with an older girl....
7 years had gone in a jiffy with no words or transaction.....
Had also made some other friends that were cool......
Hoped they would remain when was injured.......
But was disillusioned as they all deserted........
All the friendship was just an illusion.........
Hope some friends who never left..........
But it can only be hoped for...........
Unlucky I will remain............
Always & Forever.............
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
In The Beginning

I Sang My Own Song You Consented,
I Expected Not The Love You Give Me,
You Saw Me With Those Beautiful Orbs,
You Looked At Me & Lo! I Was Arrested,
I Didn't Move My Feet Nor I Felt Like,
I Lost Myself In The Promising Eyes,
You Brought Your Lips Closer To Mine,
You Got Dimmer When I Moved Back,
I Thought For A Little Time & Blushed,
I Had My Mind Made Up
In The End..

In the middle

Your Face Had Shown Disappointment,
Your Thoughts're Depicted On The Face,
I Had Brought My Lips Closer To Yours,
I Then Kissed Yours - You Kissed My Lips,
Your Lips're Suddenly Wet And So're Mine,
I Had My Kisser Excited But Cautious,
Your Kisser Was All So Very Eager For It,
I Remember Standing In A Hug Tightened,
You Had More Experience And I Had None,
I Remember Our Blushing Faces
In The End.

In The End

Where That Love Between Us Has Gone,
Why-Why Did We Separate Our Ways,
That Pact Of Dreams You Shown,
Glittering With Golden Promises,
Future Replete With Golden Seeds Sown,
Singing Hymns Of Love Filling Crevices,
That Pact Came Crashing Down,
Glittering With Golden Sparkles,
Future Deplete Of Any Love We Grown,
Singing Songs Of Break-Up *
*In The End...
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 259
Clouds of Doom
Àŧùl Mar 2013
They Loom Over My Head,
And Yours Too...

They Will Make Sure We're Dead,
And Painfully Too..

They Promise Sure Doom  One Day,
And Soon Enough Too.
Intended just as a poem
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 863
Humanity's Worst Enemy!
Àŧùl Mar 2013
They say cigarrette & alcohol are something which humanity has innovated,

Intelligent - huh?

Every breath I breathe
Is often full of offensive smoke,
Or the ****** stench of *****,
Humanity - yes - humanity has let itself be so prone to addictions,
They love to smoke - have ***** in their backyards,
And to have wilder editions of what used to make them human,
What differentiated them from other wild animals.
So evenly widespread is this diluted evil,
That I myself feel so tempted to try them once,
But I control myself knowing that trying once would get me addicted,
Once and just once more - Once and just once more!
We humans are the greatest enemy ever of ourselves,
Those beer-bellied boozers or the disoriented confused smokers.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 1.1k
You Need Me!
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Consider this a caustic remark,

You
behave
as
though
you
won't,
&
You
behave
as
though
you
can't
live,
Without me.

You
Often
Try
To
Soothe
Yourself,
&
You
Usually
Try
To
Calm
Yourself.

But
Actually
You
Need
Me
As
A­n
Escape
From
Your
Apprehensions
About
The
Various
Spiritual
Conc­epts.

So
It's
Just
That
You
Need
Me!
Not knowing that it's me actually who needs you to recognize me
Poem #111
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 655
You believe in Me, My child
Àŧùl Mar 2013
As of Them,
They aren't cared for,
They are Your Siblings.
You exploit them,
For necessities.
But I must prevent you,
You from ruining the garden I cherished.

As of Me,
I am the Master,
Of My Puppetry.
I am the Puppeteer,
Of My subjects.
Because I created You,
You believe in Me, My child.
Not knowing that it's me actually who is your brainchild
AKS's HP Poem #111
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 1.4k
Guiltless - I Remained
Àŧùl Mar 2013
You tried misguiding me,
With your various distractions,
You had alcohol - offered *** to me,
But I'm me - And I'm a soldier of morals,
I'll practice Brahmcharya till I'm 25 - sorry,
You tried seducing me to your bedroom,
With your laces' & thongs' actions,
You made me look at yours,
But guiltless - I remained.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 523
I Scraped My Head
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I am lazy,
Always seek the easier way,
I was getting late so I skipped bathing,
I dipped my head downwards into the bucket,
But I lost my balance & was fell head-first on the floor,
-Owww!-
While I was getting my head back out from the water,
My head scraped against the bucket's edge first,
Then my head thrashed down on the tiles,
My neck bore the brunt,
It hurts.
And coincidentally it's 13/3/13 today!
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
In Delusional Thoughts,
In Scriptures,
In Treatises,
In Granths,
In Movies,
In Folklore,
In Bedtime Stories For Children,
And Similar *Fiction...
Poem #100
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 843
Religion
Àŧùl Mar 2013
So you are a God-fearing person,
I see...
You are suffering from a delusion,
You see..
Because you can certainly never truly,
Convince me.

If God is still alive and taking care of us,
Why you're in worshipping & afraid.
Of Him & the fabricated demons,
Inside of you and in others..
Holding onto His lanyard,
Day & night...
I have always professed my concept of the Creator as the one who has been in permanent hibernation after creating the universe & the world, letting us exist off our own accord.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 745
When You Fag!
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I find it offensive,
I feel suffocated,
I hate the smell,
I can't breath,
I don't bleed,
I have my,
Trachea itching from the inside.

So just don't *** in front of me,
Unless you want to get into a scuffle,
In front of diseased people,
If you don't want them deceased,
In front of the kids,
If you don't want them to follow you,
In this addiction.
I press for abolishing of manufacturing ciggarettes worldwide
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 278
The Ultimate Answer
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Is that some power did, as a matter of fact,
Initiate the creation of everything,
I can't discard the idea.

But I'm of another opinion,
What people call as God did in fact exist,
Created the world and now is in a spiritual sleep.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 465
I developed a knack for you
Àŧùl Mar 2013
And am really missing you,
My head hurts sometimes,
When I think only of you,
All this time you are away.
You are my living ethanol,
The only addiction I have.
I neither feel the need,
Of any other addiction,
Nor do I shift the habit,
Towards any other being.
Baby I just talk to you,
In my head and my heart,
Baby I only need you,
In my life and my love.
It's you,
And it's you,
Just you.
This-one's-for
you-know-who
because-it's-you
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I could buy you a Phantom,
I could buy you a Kohinoor,
I could buy you a Penthouse,
But I could never truly buy your heart,
To your pleasure & my **satisfaction...
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 2.1k
I Get Punished For Your Sins
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Sins,
...
It's not as difficult & complex.

Karma,
.....
It's not as calculative & fair.

Infidelity,
.......
It's not as obscene & rare.

You simply committed the sins most common,
.........
It's me, the eldest & youngest your children,
Who bears the brunt of your sins.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 1.6k
Not Arithmophobia!
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I don't fear them,
No, it's not them at all.
They're so pretty to be afraid of,
Yes, I fear calculus.
Incidentally my poem #100,
I'm unsure if they'd call it arithmophobia...
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 924
Waiting...
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Waiting for you,
Knowing that,
You study,
Dedicatedly...

Waiting for you,
Knowing that,
It does take,
Time..

Waiting for you,
Knowing that,
The result,
Is strong steel.
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 3.6k
Anger?
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Angel?
I had my Angel,
For that one night,
And for those many
Days, noons & midnights,
I've been living in her dreams,
Dreams I see with my eyes open,
Tears craving to fall each day,
But failing to fall every time.

Guess I had become too old,
For having tears seep down my cheeks,
And I regret daily for I had fret
Days, noons & midnights,
With her stabbing herself,
To make me happy & smile,
But all I had for telling her,
Were my words of Anger,
Just Anger?
All of you have read, re-read and enjoyed reading my poem titled 'Angel?' but this is a different poem. Hope you enjoy it as much.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/265976/angel/
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 574
I Love You
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I love you & it kills me
As I wait for you
To be back!
15 Words for You
© Atul Kaushal
Mar 2013 · 529
Waiting For My Angel
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Creepy* is My Cute Angel and they know who I talk about,
Waiting as she valiantly fights one of the First Major Wars in her life,
Though I know that she is constantly being missed by me, I know she must win.
This one is also dedicated to the little one Kripi who's valiantly dealing with her crucial exams which would be over on 15th of March.
© Atul Kaushal
Feb 2013 · 640
Missing You, Missy!
Àŧùl Feb 2013
You're my memories,
You're my thoughts,
And you're my poetry.

You're my smile,
You're my stamina,
And you make me go that extra mile.

You're blessed by us all,
And you're being missed by us.

You're so naughty,
You're so cute,
You're so beautiful,
And your poetry is being missed.
This one is dedicated to the little one Kripi who's valiantly dealing with her crucial exams.
© Atul Kaushal
Feb 2013 · 1.4k
Eccentricity
Àŧùl Feb 2013
I have been thinking about & claim,
Is not the world all way too eccentric?
Anyone wondering how & why I claim so,
Should look at all of these facts so very fanatic.

The different crimes taking place in worldly realm,
Various wars & murders and thievery & rapes,
Outrageous scams & malignant corruption,
All fortify the claim of the world being so.

As I can infer from my first few thoughts,
About this fairly asymmetric world,
Where our orbit around the sun,
Is elliptical & not circular,
Our eccentricity is excused convincingly.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2013
This Is A Poem Which Only Intends Goodwill.

His Quom - His People Up The Hills
Are Disregarded - Not Made To Pay The Bills.

Considered Barbaric - They Are Feared
Of Random Stuff - Not Welcomed Openheartedly
And Neglected - Downtrodden In Life They Remain

The World Fears Them - Their Violent Nature
Their Way Of Life - Their Tareeqa
The World Slurs - Their Existence
Their Ways - Insulted Even By Their Own Shadows

What We Neglected Today Was Once The Brightest Way Of Life
What I Support Today Is Not Worth Appreciation In The World
What The Cause Is For Me Saying So For The Good Hillmen
What Some Do Is The Misinterpretation Of Their Teachings
What Could've Been Respected Today Has Been Degraded
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2013
The Time For Humanity To Mature Has Not & Would Never Come. Read on - be intrigued.

Now that I believe for a long time after I attained the age of 22 years on 23rd December, 2012.

Many of the spiritual literature pieces are just contradictory to themselves, why would HE let the occurence of any trouble then and hold only the other end of a jittery life helping us cross to the other end safe & fine?

If you would excuse this question saying "HE can never be questioned and HE alone is the destructor & the creator," then it's just a desperate excuse which you hold to considering theism as flawless & unquestionable, me & any similar people as psychos, or perhaps losers.

I don't discourage theism nor do I encourage anybody to share similar thoughts as mine, but I myself don't encourage idling over the concept of the special spiritual unseen power. I agree that some phenomena like love, kindness, greed, lust & hatred can't ever just be scientifically explained in total completeness by just citing some natural laws of nature or physics. But then again why do we often indispensably need that imaginary hand above our heads for protection or more than often have to spend money in praise of the imaginary hand above our heads?


Any mention about theists' escapist nature would be countered by their many statements of the following kind:

o Us theists, we don't escape problems, we just gather courage when we have identified a problem in our lives by remembering the imaginary hand above our heads sheltering us from all troubles and then tackle the problem with enough strength.

o Theism does neither lack anything divinity nor does it lack even anything evil, both of them are manmade concepts, the world was created as a perfect place for the existence of human race.

o Instead of just leaving us all alone in this troublesome world, He has sent few of His men and we can blindly follow them to resolve our own specific troubles with solutions ideated around age-old books written by great men and we don't need anybody to question our faith wherever it is.
Now please don't utter such curses as "You'll only be deep-fried in hot oil when you die!"
:D
© Atul Kaushal
Feb 2013 · 531
Foggy Cold Day Angel
Àŧùl Feb 2013
I was entangled by evil spirits,
Pitted alone against them all on that cold day,
I needed someone to save me.
There came an angel gliding out of the fog,
Her hair flew gorgeously at her back,
She came to disentangle me from their clutches,
I saw her come gliding out of the fog...
© Atul Kaushal
Feb 2013 · 1.7k
Symmetry Gone to Cemetery
Àŧùl Feb 2013
There were 111 likes for my photo,
Symmetry was there in it till now.
You further liked it making it 112,
Symmetry has Gone to Cemetery!
I have since deactivated my facebook account.
(See https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10200107411390408&set;=a.1660503554814.2084865.1303924323 for better connecting to this poem)
© Atul Kaushal
Feb 2013 · 246
Response (10w)
Àŧùl Feb 2013
But Tim,

War is also of words and killing concepts.
Read http://hellopoetry.com/poem/war-10w-2/ for better understanding it.
Feb 2013 · 539
Some More Spirituality
Àŧùl Feb 2013
If you fear God or Bhagwaan (Bhagwaan in Hindu dharma||God in Christianity),
You have your concepts all mixed up,
Love the power which created the big bang and has been in dormancy ever since.
Just love it, become friends with it and you'll be victorious - all will be victorious.
Victorious doesn't necessarily mean successful, this is something much bigger and lies beyond the scope of the constriction which money is a harbringer of.
P.S.: I'm neither a theist, nor an atheist person
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2013
This note is meant to be read complete at one sitting with complete attention and then only you're expected to react to it.*

One of my female friends claims:
"God won't let anything bad happen to me, I have never intended wrong to happen for anyone..."

Many people find the statement pretty obvious. But I have an entirely different perspective...

Read on, be intrigued.

My counter-statement to the above claim questions the very basis of theism:

"I wonder then how I got on your God's wrongbooks... I have always been a helpful person serving those in need and even serving the lower-strata - I even taught underprivileged kids dedicatedly during my tenure in second year at the previous college.. I remained a no-fuss son to my parents who were always very caring and loving. So my question is, why then your God - if any such entity exists - gave me the worst possible time, why I was cut off from the world by a grave accident that put me into a 22-day long coma, why did I lose all my friends, why I was made to abandon my previous ways of life - including playing guitar as fine as I used to & moving as freely as you do, why I suffered and  why - simply why?"*

Nobody can answer these why's and I don't seek their answers because this is a statement which questions the viabiliity of theism - the belief in any imaginary entity that controls the universe. Bhagwaan or God or whatever you may call the dormant power probably just created the universe & let chemical reactions follow the physics laws and went to a permanent sleep itself.

Life was just created by mere chemical and physical interactions, why do we then need to waste incessant money at different 'so-called' religious institutions instead of doing social service ourselves?

Don't we find any poverty or negativity in the outside world itself?

Why do we not stop the incessant flow of money into places of worship and go serve the poor ourselves instead or are we so busy, rather so lazy?

When God or Bhagwan is not going to be pleased by any such hypocrisy then 'why' are we fooling ourselves by remaining religious in the flashy-fashioned-faking ways?

Why - just a small why?

I'm sure that if God or Bhagwan could listen to our prayers even in its dormant state - it's by the following ways:
1. Serve the poor by your own hands instead of giving mere donations or maundy money, or simply doing more & more of charity to wash your sins
2. Help others - be it a friend, a normally needy person, an aged person, or a physically handicapped person - help them more frequently with a kind heart and pure intentions, free from the awareness that you are helping them such that you don't have to count it among your good deeds
3. Raise your voice against wrong - it could happen to you or a loved one too

There are some other fairly similar ways by which you can attain pure liberation from the worldly woes in this world - in this life only.
P.S.: I'm neither a theist, nor an atheist person
© Atul Kaushal
Feb 2013 · 442
For the Dream Angel
Àŧùl Feb 2013
There is this slightest aching in my heart,
As something is missing in life.
This poem is for that overlooked - unknown - unheard fairy.
 
Baby just come to me now,
Now this shortfall can only be relieved by you.
 
The air breezes past me but still I don't feel like breathing it anymore,
Lest I lose you somewhere I am certainly worried about this, but why?
But why could not you just look at me,
I have seen the world but my mind only liked you.
 
So now you must come as
I just keep my hopes alive,
When you come in my dreams,
I wait when you come to take me to that world.

So now you come,
Take me, take me away.
© Atul Kaushal
Jan 2013 · 646
Busted
Àŧùl Jan 2013
I love him,

I am his son,

I learnt walking,

I was supported as,

I had held his finger.

I want to share a story,

I experienced when young,

I got free from school earlier,

I was coming home from school,

I crashed my bicycle onto the road,

I was 16 and it was a hot July afternoon,

I went to get my chin mended for the wound,

I reached my home from school earlier than usual,

I grew suspicious on finding the door locked from inside,

I busted a scam of my dad with a girl half his age hiding behind,

I was greeted by "You're getting it wrong boy, you've not busted us up,"

I didn't say anything to them- just walked in to attend to my flowing blood & tears,

I thought to myself what wrong was done to be born in a house where my dad had defected,

I repented coming home early only to see my -yes- my dad red-faced and with a guilty-conscience.
© Atul Kaushal
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