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1.6k · Nov 2016
Guru
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I was her unauthorised teacher,
She got bored of my teachings.
I just had the best advice for her,
She thought so too but initially.
Later on, she made mistakes,
Suffered losses, heavy losses.
She blamed me for half-hearted efforts.
Gurupurab (Guru Poorņima) in India.

Full moon day.

A day in Sikhism branch of Hinduism when teachers are paid respect.

HP Poem #1255
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2014
Welcome my darling, love welcome.

Enter this realm I created with love,
Into that inner room you follow me.

Stout & charming reddish cylinder,
Curious you look closely at the pole,
Muscles have stiffened up so much.

Eager as we both had expected this,
I look into the lovehole you possess.

In the lovehole I insert my lovepole.
Lovehole: Kisser, mouth
Lovepole: Quite the same, tongue
My HP Poem #607
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Jun 2014
The Song Of Your Loverboy
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Allow yourself my darling,
To take my hand gleefully,
As we dance while skating,
Watch each other lovingly,
Immersed in love we gaze,
Never forgetting to breathe,
Skates piercing through ice,
Oh the heart shaped carving,
It becomes more pronounced,
And we know it will fade away.

But this love we'll feel together,
Always, forever & forevermore,
You just long for my embrace,
Trust me dear because so do I,
I am you & even you are me,
Staying rigidly in each other,
Because it is but of course we,
Both these worlds are warned,
We are not going to stay apart,
We break all the societal walls.
My HP Poem #646
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · May 2015
Angel Forever?
Àŧùl May 2015
Seeing me anxious more than a lot,
The old witch relented a little,
She let me breathe freely,
Back transformed into her daughter,
She touched my forehead,
Then I realized it was sweaty,
Seeing her lovely care I smiled a bit.

So she now lit up a fragrant incense,
The incense seemed so soothing,
She then edged closer to me,
Transcendental wings were visible,
She came even closer to me,
Then the wings simply vanished,
So traceless as if never been there.

It must have been another illusion,
The very day I had set sail to sea,
It was probably carrying over,
Troubling me each non and then,
In my wild dreams I had seen,
True she could not be & was not,
In my life the torment was written.

Soon I was pleading to her teary-eyed,
"Please don't torment me, it hurts!"
She looked at me with affection,
And said, "But I truly love you, sailor,"
She advanced forwards further,
"Have you forgotten all those nights?
Did you even forget the night at sea?"


I first remembered that night at sea,
The night back at home came next,
I had been seduced by her magic,
This was the real picture every time,
I was weak but I still felt warmer,
The night ship feels like yesterday,
I was in confusion about what to do.

Her face was transitioning rapidly,
The old mother to her daughter,
Her daughter to that very angel,
And back to the old mother witch,
Her smile turned into laughter,
The witch laughing at my cries,
Her face here was contorted a lot.

She seemed to be struggling a lot,
As though fight ensued within,
Soon I figured it out by myself,
First I must **** the witch to help,
So I looked around & grabbed,
Axe that I did spot lying there,
Spot on I killed the witch right then.
Witch killed, Angel released.

https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #859
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Oct 2021
1947
Àŧùl Oct 2021
The date was 15 August 1947,
And India became a dominion of the Crown.
It remained so until 26 January 1950,
When India became a Democratic Republic.
So, it was not before 26 January 1950,
When India became completely independent.

And they eulogise the bald old man,
As if it was only his non-violence.
No, credit it to the Azad Hind Fauj,
And more so to the broken British economy after the Second World War.

Correct me if you know better,
Take care to be mild.
To your words, apply some butter,
Do not be so wild.
Discussions are open.
My HP Poem #1947
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Jul 2016
Modesty
Àŧùl Jul 2016
Your face says otherwise,
And you say that you are not beautiful,
I will go with my observation.
Yet unrevealed this face,
Appears to be angelic it does not at all,
I have seen you in my vision.
The face seems sculpted in paradise.

But it will take a genuine heart,
Not a beautiful face to win mine.
My HP Poem #1102
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Jan 2015
I Know A Bitter Man
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I know a bitter man,
Bitter he grew from being a sweet boy,
Butter he applied to things but it didn't work out,
That bitter man here is me who often chews bitter tablets.
Fearing love I have gotten experienced the bitter way,
Know I not of any other love in any other better way.
Oh how I know about myself apparently adamantly,
I know myself but nobody as good - no better man.

Just a poem inspired by reality.
My HP Poem #738
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Jan 2017
Maverick
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Which dreams do not knock,
That doorway was my vision,
More than my spoken words,
My silent innings were there,
But whence your feet came,
Thence my world is on the move.


The place of God was empty in my heart,
I observed your face in there today.
I am that maverick cloud long lost,
Which settled finally upon your sky.


If you are the soul then let me be the body,
Let me be your lifelong shadow.
If you tell me to then I will only be a recluse,
Else if you tell me I'll be your glamour.
You are the accompaniment, I am the melody,
You are the night, I am the moonlight.


The place of God was empty in my heart,
I observed your face in there today.
I am that maverick cloud long lost,
Which settled finally upon your sky.


Let stars be merciful to us,
Let fulfilled every desire be.
The ones we kindled together,
Let a newborn life be ours.
Let our small house be filled,
No evil eye should disturb us.


The place of God was empty in my heart,
I observed your face in there today.
I am that maverick cloud long lost,
Which settled finally upon your sky.
My HP Poem #1369
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Feb 2014
Weathering Age
Àŧùl Feb 2014
In my ancient age, I foresee, I will be happier
I will be happy in your sweet companionship
It will be all smiles with grandchildren o'ours

So happy will be our marriage, I tell you dear
Tender & soft along with all our time aplenty
We will leave this life to sleep away peaceably
My HP Poem #535
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Nov 2012
They Examine My Memory
Àŧùl Nov 2012
As I Wrote My First Examination's Answers,
My Hands Shook From The Sudden Drop In Temperature.
I Wondered Wearing Daredevil Half Sleeves,
My Stunts Took Too Much From My Performance.

As I Wrote My Answers To All The Questions,
My Mind Was Then Persuaded Away From The Cold.
I Wondered Whether It Was Some Other Deeds,
My Brain Had Been Fooled By Exam Conscience.

As I Wrote The Second-Last Of My Answers,
It Was Time-Over For The Exam & All Others Started Filing Out.
I Wondered Gazing Down At My Wrist Watch's Hands,
Whether They Would Give Me Some Extra Time By Medical Case.

As I Looked Up And Sought Few Extra Minutes,
The Kind Invigilator - My H.O.D. Said It Was Fine & Agreed.
Then She Told Me To Follow Her A Few Rooms,
Into The Dimmer Exam Control Room I Followed Her All The Way.

I Was Immediately Asked By The H.O.D. to take any seat,
I Looked Around To Notice A Chair Less ***** & Decided To Be Seated.
Then I wrote and I Just Wrote Till My Answer Was Over.
And Ultimately Came Out Of The Mechanical Block Smiling Triumphantly.
This is the poem I wrote thinking about 'exams' as that day on the 26th of November I'm appearing two exams. Concepts of Bioinformatics exam was done well and similarly the Concepts of Biofuels & Bioenergy exam was done good too.

Not saying more, you should read the poem above itself than reading the explanation of what it is about.

My HP Poem #13
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
It was raining very torridly that day,
The cold was so frigid here in Karnal.
A pregnant lady was rushed to the hospital,
The Antichrist was born that evening.

Sceptic of old traditions the boy grew,
Not feeling the justification of religion.
Though I know about the good things in books,
But still I am that irreligious man now.

Always approving of the creator God,
That almighty remains unquestionable.
Not He Himself had dictated things to anybody,
I denounce the need for money in faith.
I dispute not His logical existence because something or someone intelligent must have caused the Big Bang to ever happen and life to have ever evolved, but it's the malpractices people blindly follow in worshipping Bhagwan/God/Allah for the sake of their social image and even **** & convert alternatively for the apparent self-righteous Jihad or Crusade which I despise.

Commercialization of religion on such a large scale has left God exploited on the broader real spectrum.

My HP Poem #787
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Feb 2014
Sexy Contours Of Her Neck
Àŧùl Feb 2014
I do believe that there couldn't be anything,
Present or past or even in the days to come,
Which match the **** contours of her neck.

Slim & young it got me hooked for lifelong,
It is just as some branch of the mango tree,
As the tree it bears vivid fruits of her face..

A short story of the luck fruits is necessary,
Be it her sweetest voice or her saltier tears,
I relish it all and I receive it as the dainty...
My HP Poem #539
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Oct 2021
Feel Free
Àŧùl Oct 2021
Today, I feel free,
Free to love you,
Yes, I do feel so...

Today, I feel possessed,
Possessed by you,
Yes, I am so...

Today, I feel happy,
Happy to be with you,
Yes, I want you only so...

Today, I feel obsessed,
Obsessed with your love,
Yes, I am totally obsessed...

Today, I feel closer to you,
I am closer to your lips,
Yes, I hold your hips...

Today, I feel lifted up,
Up until the dark sky,
Yes, you are my light.

Today, I feel entangled,
Entangled in your slivers,
Yes, you are the biggest star.
My HP Poem #1948
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Sep 2014
If Inside My Heart
Àŧùl Sep 2014
If inside my heart you reside,
Then I have all happiness in life,
Don’t ever ever leave me alone,
Do never never break my heart…

My morale is from you,
From you is each of my decisions,
Without you my life is, stranger…
Without you my life is, emptier…

I have known love after knowing you,
Knowing you only I have a new life,
Without you my life is, stranger…
Without you my life is, emptier…

If inside my heart you reside,
Then I have all happiness in life,
If you aren’t here, what my life is,
If you aren’t here, what my life is…
English translation of my first-ever composed Hindi language song.

<3 Dedicated to my sole-love, my soul-love Kripi. :-)

My HP Poem #668
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2016
No regret,
But a realization,
That life is bigger than success.

That life means to share smiles,
Farther & wider,
No pains.

Share just happiness,
Ignore the sadness and laugh,
Nobody else cares about your tears.

In my dreamworld,
I had ignored my happiness,
Searched happiness in others' smiles.

This is a real world,
Survival of just the fit ones,
Traumatized live the idealist fools.
My HP Poem #1064
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Nov 2015
Lion In Love!
Àŧùl Nov 2015
I saw my lioness,
Bothered by hyenas,
Still so docile she was.

I decided to intervene,
I roared the hyenas away!

*Roar!!!
My HP Poem #917
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Oct 2016
Up Above In The Unknown
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Far from this artificial reality of world,
Beyond every kind of human sense,
There is a place for you and me,
Up above in the unknown.
HP Poem #1199
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Jan 2017
As Good As A Virgin
Àŧùl Jan 2017
I'm fabled not to be a ******,
Accused of being a *******.
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting under nor of getting on top.

I'm fabled not to be a ******,
Flouted of losing it in Agra.
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting inside a hotel nor to the bed.

I'm fabled not to be a ******,
Sentenced not being chaste.
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting loved in bed nor of making it.

So I guess that I am as good as a ******.
At least mentally.
I had met with an accident after which I lost selectively few parts of my memory and the girl who accuses me of having bedded her, she has already gotten married and is now busy in casting a blame upon me.

But yes, I agree that there couldn't be a place more romantic than Agra, the city of the Taj Mahal, to lose one's virginity.

In India, the chastity of both boys and girls matters equally for marriage.

My HP Poem #1384
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
We use ETBR in the laboratory,
Ethidium Bromide is a poisonous dye,
And it is to be used carefully,
RedSafe is an even deadlier alternative.

Give special attention to its use,
Low - very low amount will do,
Or it can cause health problems,
Victory over nature can be constructive,
Exposure to it can cause cancer,
Should our efforts help in medicine.

Also used is an alternative marker dye,
Lacuna not entertained in it either,
Wear gloves always in the laboratory,
Always in this field of proteomics,
Youth may be affected otherwise,
S**hall be always keeping myself protected.
Another one of my secondary acrostic poems - this time about my work.

My HP Poem #1417
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Dec 2014
The Story Of My Pen Name
Àŧùl Dec 2014
Is dictated by my happiness.
I don't know, everything is so uncertain in her mind regarding me.

My HP Poem #719
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Mar 2013
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
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I am too **** for you to break my heart,
I ****** back from you the privilege I gave.
Now you should sit back and keep watching,
With pure awe look at what I have.
Not anymore I need it again,
With death a close shave.

A girl with high morals,
Now I shall patiently await.
Will pure love suffice for anyone,
Not that I desperately need love myself,
I would catch the tear drops of yours,
I am too sensitive for you to have.
HP Poem #1269
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Nov 2015
The Land Of My Dreams
Àŧùl Nov 2015
No,
It is not really perfect,
Nothing like what you might have guessed.

But,
It is the only place I am happy,
With her hands holding my face, I feel blessed.

Yes,
It is somewhere on an isle in the middle of nowhere,
A place where I always feel completely satisfied and truly loved.

Ahh,
I hold her face with one hand,
And I be kissing her as I undo the laces behind.

Oh,
It is so very beautiful,
The love we share is beyond being physical.
My HP Poem #918
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Dec 2015
Sad Story
Àŧùl Dec 2015
Either they don't imagine guys like me anymore,
Or they can't trust & hold on to guys like me any longer.

Such is the vanishing breed of the good guy-***-tiger,
Perhaps they are so used to living in evil that good seems evil ever.

Succumbing to emotional injuries we get softer,
Perhaps we have learnt to subjugate forever.
My HP Poem #946
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Nov 2013
Moonstruck - I Protect You
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Moonstruck...
I am moonstruck from your charm,
Come now you should hold my arm,
I will be a shield against any firearm,
Gone will be your fear of nightmares,
I am your own bodyguard who cares,
None can harm you as none can dare.
My HP Poem #475
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Nov 2016
I Darn You!
Àŧùl Nov 2016
And when I do you will fall lower,
Lower than where you already were.

You will get strange sorts of fever,
Will blight you a higher temperature.

Be ****** you will for torturing me,
And you won't die but live to see me rise.

You isolated me from the world over,
Even my parents thought I was wrong.

But now they understand how I was wrong,
Because I was wrong in choosing you as my friend.

With a high dengue fever you already have been down,
Now with another fear away you will just be blown.

If I suffer because of you then rest assured,
Because you will not either be spared.

Time calls you to mend your ways soon,
Or nobody will know why you get a swoon.
For a person in my batch at my M.Tech college NDRI who just cut me off from the entire class by petty pointless politics.

HP Poem #1244
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Mar 2015
I Breathe O2
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Yes, I've no shame in accepting,
'Coz I haven't committed a sin,
I have just loved gorgeously.

In loving her I have been busy,
But now I will not restrict her,
She lives it her childish way.

If she is going to fall this way,
I won't manipulate her now,
She learns on experiencing.

Even I learnt living this way,
So I am afraid of her falling,
She may not get what I got.

May father Time be lenient,
I just want her to be happy,
She'll become the lifesaver.

I promise myself that I'll always be there for her if she needs me and I will never expect anything in return.
She's such an Angel.

My HP Poem #802
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · May 2017
If In My Heart You Reside
Àŧùl May 2017
If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.
If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.

Don't leave, oh darling,
Don't leave me alone,
Don't leave, just don't,
My heart will be shattered.

From you my newfound morale is,
From you I got this new daring strength.
From you my newfound morale is,
From you I got this new daring strength.
Sans you my life is incomplete,
Sans you my life is so hollow.

From you I have known what love is,
From you I got a new lease of life.
From you I have known what love is,
From you I got a new lease of life.
Sans you my life is deserted,
Sans you my life is unbeknownst.

If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.
If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.
Translation of my first ever Hindi language musical composition titled "Jo Mere Dil Mein".
My HP Poem #1523
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Mar 2017
The Ashkenazi & The Nazi
Àŧùl Mar 2017
The Ashkenazi Jew are beautiful people,
The **** were just repulsively anti-Jew...
So many Ashkenazi were slaughtered,
The shameless Nazis are to be blamed..
Concentration camps had gas chambers,
Gassing the Ashkenazi to painful death.
Ways of the Devil belittled by the ****!
My HP Poem #1456
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Jan 2015
Self-Embalm & Reinnervate
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Surely a piece of me died back then,
Least I faced after it is physical pain,
Like needless needles it was stinging,
All I managed was writing a poem.

Not a regular poet but an enthusiast,
Within me someone happy had died,
I started embalming the dear & dead,
Only hoping that I shall be revived..

My dying song gave birth to a poem,
Heart for the poem healed my heart,
The poem was truly a miracle for me,
Nothing less than a potion of elixir...
A tribute to myself and my poem 'Angel?' that healed my heart after the inglorious accident on May 7, 2010 crippled my life permanently.

Please refer to my poem 'Angel?' @ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/265976/angel/ and its comments for connecting with the story of this poem.

I also wrote a novel called '7 Seconds' whose eBook is available @ http://www.amazon.in/Seconds-Typical-Guy-Not-Life-ebook/dp/B00MYY0DMA and writing the novel I got redemption from the ghosts of loneliness I had to tackle unwantedly after my accident had fractured my degree apart from robbing me of all the friendships I had fostered.

My HP Poem #726
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Dec 2015
Footloose
Àŧùl Dec 2015
Footloose and glad I am,
Thousand times happier,
So what if I am incomplete.

Not all jigsaw puzzles find completion.

Footloose I will roam the world,
Single till the time demands,
I'll take no more tension of a third person.
My HP Poem #945
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Jun 2015
Be Mine & Only Mine
Àŧùl Jun 2015
The natural scent of your hair,
Has lingered here on my mind,
It seems as though since forever.
My HP Poem #886
©Atul Kaushal
1.6k · Sep 2019
Mother Genius
Àŧùl Sep 2019

Just what science required,
Enticed by bioengineering,
Nucleotides it concerned,
Nucleosides it can fix,
Increasing the methods,
For editing genome,
Errors in the genes it fixes,
Righting some wrongs of mother nature.

Decoded by a wonderful lady,
On a day of helplessness,
Utilizing this tool we are now,
Debted by science and technology,
Neat-handed through practice we become,
Always we shall utilize CRISPR-Cas9 for good.

Few people notice that DNA is the suffix of her name.
A poem about something I am working on right now.

Jennifer Anne Doudna and Emmanuelle Marie Charpentier innovated CRISPR-Cas9.

My HP Poem #1770
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Jul 2014
My Dear Lover
Àŧùl Jul 2014
My Dear Lover
In this communication
I tell that I feel the power so
I seek to improve our connection
This connection between our hearts
We must never forget each other
Whatever be our life's weather

My Dear Lover
Hold on tight to myself
Hug me just even tighter so
Higher into the quasi-living state
With your companion & that is me
Take you with me to the heavens
Turning to me in full glamour

My Dear Lover
We'll feel what's love
What it feels like to kiss
What does it feel like to miss
Lustful lovely curves and shapes
Treating my loneliness finally
This happiness feels divine.
My HP Poem #658
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Warning: This is not a nursery rhyme for the fainthearted.

The promise lit by life,
Was actually lit by your lies.
Owwwww!
My forehead is mine I am made to realize,
Realization comes painfully when I bang the wall.
Sssssssssss!
****** I am hurting myself but that's all,
Never stupidly brave enough to actually finish it.
FREE ME!
I request that entity to let me live my life,
Cursed wasn't how I wanted to survive.
Ouch!!
The misgivings are just that bit too much,
As though a beehive fell on my head as much.
BANG-BANG-BANG!!!
I bang my head to the tune which I play,
And I am unable to bang it on a wall.
Peace is what I get finally
Cursed is how I live my life every day,
Talking to walls like concentrated prisoners.
I dare you to swap it with me!
Yes! Swap your life with me right now,
If you can't walk with me for the mile.
Whispers
The mile I dreamt with you,
The smile you promised,
The mile of my life.

Forget about it

I'm just joking about the swap,
I'm no Devil,
You can't live how I live because,
It's my life,
And I'm happy with as much I got,
I've to breath alone,
There must be some serious curse on me,
I accept that curse.
Loving people and then losing them is a ritual,
I must live alone like a hermit.
But you can live on talking only with the darker,
Idol-worshiping him only.
Enjoy with his pictorial representations & idols,
Only one darker idol can you find.
This is why I averse myself from idol-worshiping,
Because it destroys relations.
I lost not only my telephonic-best friend,
But also my real life best friends started avoiding me.
Not an idol-worshiper is a blasphemous term,
In her religion, in Hinduism.
It destroys relations if you start loving your idols,
And if you even start living like your idols.
You never did quite understand what Ishwar/Bhagwan/Rabb/God actually meant.

All the best with your Kanhaiya,
I wish you all the happiness,
And hope that He gives you what I couldn't,
Let your imagination work wonders for you.
Note that this poem was the last among my sad series and now I'll mostly post happy poems.
My HP Poem #196
© Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Apr 2021
Poetry Writing
Àŧùl Apr 2021
Writing poem is like,
Pouring out your heart in rhyme form.

Make rhyming strike,
And not regular free form a social norm.

Birdlike, not childlike,
Respect poetry, it's not cuss but an art form.
My HP Poem #1919
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Dec 2012
To The Elevator To Hell
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Burning Depths!
An Elevator Climbs Down!
Digging Your Misdeeds!
Takes You To Hell!
When You Take The Easy Route!
The Wrong One!
Logically Choosing Sins!
Attractive Entrance!!
To The Elevator To Hell!!
© Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Jun 2014
Surrender
Àŧùl Jun 2014
What could my heart do,
When I just fell for you,
With all the love I had.

Our union was long written,
My mind refuses to wake up,
Your voice put me in a trance.

Time put you in my destiny,
Unlucky no more I feel dear,
None is any luckier than me.

Romance is inborn they say,
I disagree with these claims,
We learn the romantic way.
My HP Poem #645
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Apr 2016
Blatant Lies
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Baby, you're a liar!

You told me that it was real,
I thought real was forever,
But no!

Your love was real but weak,
I thought you were my peahen,
And myself your peacock.

But you loved just the bling,
The most shallow part of love,
You were never my dove.

Coz in the end you ditched me,
Chose over a peacock just a ****.
LDR was never your thing,
So no point blaming you,
But it's not so easy to forgive your blatant lies.

My HP Poem #1061
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
She is looked at not as an object,
Not at all a means to please him,
But as the life producing mother.

She has faced no physical abuse,
Not any sort of emotional either,
But respected if not worshipped.

She looks happily in the mirror,
Not to find her mascara ruined,
But admires it & longs for tears.

She stands as equals with them,
Not as assistant but participant,
But equally women & men live.

She also eats dinner at the table,
Not just serving them everyday,
But also relishing food he cooks.

She shares a new equal dignity,
Not fearing any ****** or teaser,
But cared for who she is to him.

She is content with spirituality,
Not praying only the male God,
But also aware of His Mother...
My HP Poem #574
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Dec 2012
I'm Scarred - They're Scared
Àŧùl Dec 2012
On my left wrist,
My left knee &
My memory
I carry the vestiges of 7th May, 2010.

Physical marks of,
A grievous peril
When I was
I was on the death bed, the bed number 7.

Dreaded bed it is,
In the SGRH &
Only those
Hopeless cases with death knocking are granted 7.

Only child I am,
My parents
Were
Apprehensive about my survival from the 20-day coma.

But their worries,
Care & concern
Paid off
And today I write this poem - contrary to what the doctors had initially said.

And the people,
They wince
At My
Scars - Scared from their own instant imagination of the pain that I've been through.

To some other people,
I'm a living miracle
And to others
I am just a man who glorifies his sufferings - to his own merit anywhere and everywhere .

To the ones of the last kind,
I just have the words
That nobody can
Or rather nobody wants to change their thinking or tell them to try knocking their senses off for weeks.
Initially after my accident when I was in a general hospital, the doctors there had told my father to do the last services & just shook their heads to my mother
SGRH - Sir Ganga Ram's Hospital is a state-of-the-art hospital located at New Delhi where I was saved - by the doctors, my own will-power & my well-wishers' blessings

© Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Jun 2013
Hey My Stupid Darling!
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Watch out,
As you fall,
Again & again,
In love with me.

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

On a rainy day,
As I will hug you,
Our lips shall meet,
Under the mango shade,
And your eyes will speak,
With the eyelids covering them.
You gave me the starting words,
I created it a poem.
My HP Poem #298
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Jan 2015
Sifting In Sand
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Lying on that beach,
Under the calmer Sun,
Hands sifting in sand...

Touching your fingers,
Feeling so alive today,
Holding your hand...
A vision from the future.

My HP Poem #764
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Jun 2013
Young Age Of Innocence
Àŧùl Jun 2013
It Was A New Delhi To Bangalore Flight In 1994
I Was Aged Three Years & 7 Months At The Time
We Did Start From Karnal For New Delhi At 1400
Mom Feared It That We Might Miss Our Flight
I Did Not Say Anything As I Knew Not Why So...

Anyways, We Reached IGI Airport In New Delhi
Here We Checked-In At The Domestic Terminus
Remember The Security Folks Tickling My Body
Maa Disappeared Into A Screen - Wooden Frame
I Looked Silently At The Smiling Security Man...

Then We Had To Cross Over In The Boarding Area
I Was Not Allowing My Young Eyes To Rest At All
Closely Following My Mum As Dad Was Not Here
Then Just As We Mounted The Taxiing Bus, I Said Aloud,
"I Am Not Here For The Bus!!!
Where's The Flight?"

Such was my childhood.
Everyone around us started laughing happily on listening to this young & innocent comment and the young - very young me was unable to understand why I was not on the flight right away - young age innocence!

My HP Poem #293
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I'd like to mention that my city Karnal was once the bastion of the armed forces.
Close to my house in NDRI campus until half-a-decade ago stood remnants of the old British Barracks - an irksome reminder of the colonial period.
But we went inside the rickety ruins of an olden period to play hide and seek and sometimes just for fun as an adventure.
I had seen them - the erstwhile barracks in that dilapidated state only, carrying the Union Jack painted at some places, and I had seen the ruins crash to ground - a reinstated taste of Indian freedom.
The Colonial army camped here until the occupying British chose to shift the army camp to Ambala due to high occurrence of mosquitoes in the city of Karnal and found this place fit only for a great cattle yard.
Karnal has seen negligence & side-lining ever-since along the course of history.
The Indian Oil Corporation's petroleum refinery was decided to be built in the neighbouring Panipat city & so was the National Fertilizers Limited's manufacturing plant built there and not in Karnal.
In Karnal they built research institutes, filled with greenery these make the city a comfortable place to relax at ease.
But ****** shameless people don't realize the value of plants & trees and keep removing them off the face of Karnal & even where I live, in the NDRI campus - acronym for the National Dairy Research Institute campus.
****** blood sucker stupid human beings are sometimes more irritating than the malarial mosquitoes.
They cut trees assuming trees shelter mosquitoes!
True they might be but I keep wondering what about the potholes dug by them into the coal-tar & gravel roads to facilitate the installing of religious & marriage tents.
But nothing can be done to change the people whose mindset has been falsely ligated with the thought of *we are the best & we won't change.
A question for all my fellow North Indians.
My HP Poem #281
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Oct 2018
MY MOTHER
Àŧùl Oct 2018
My Progenitor along my Father,
She loves me as if She'll take care,
Of me and my needs today & forever.

My Mother is an inspiration for me,
She has tasted success after toiling for it,
Harder in nights than in days totally.

My studies were Her priority in my school days,
She is no different in these different college days,
Never does She let her mind divert Her gaze.

My language skills, I inherited from Herself,
She taught me Hindi, English & Kannada,
I learnt and honed the Sanskrit by myself.

My German & French are elementary, but,
She never discourages me or calls my efforts,
To learn them both, with passing time, rudimentary.

My health has been Her top priority,
She ignored Her own & there was a difficulty,
Her knees gave away and needed to be replaced.

My Father loves me too but my Mother is special,
She left Her beloved Karnataka to marry my father,
Now She looks after my Father as I am alright.

I am lucky, very lucky indeed, that I have them,
She is a living legend married to Another,
This poem is more about Her and a bit about my caring father too.

My Mother taught me how to speak,
How to speak and how to live, not just once,
But along my Father, she taught it all twice.

My Mother, along my Father, defines God,
Probably this is the case with everybody,
But few realise it when Death makes a ****.

I have seen her weeping for me when I was unwell,
Now it's my obligatory duty apart from a natural one,
Her I shall make proud along with my father, not just once but always.
A slam poem that I wrote on 25 October 2018.
Place: Exhibition Unit, National Dairy Research Institute campus, Karnal
My HP Poem #1725
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Nov 2016
Oh Mādäk Babe!
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Teri kaaya ka main kaayal hoon,
Teri hansi ka main deewaana hoon,
Aur teri aankho ka to main khud hoon.

I am so impressed by your figure,
I am so crazy for your laughter,
And of your eyes I myself am.
Mādäk as an adjective in Hindi means any intoxicant/stupefying.

In this context it simply means ****.

HP Poem #1273
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · May 2013
Karnā|Karnāl
Àŧùl May 2013
I live in the city fabled to have been Karnā's resting place in the Mahābhāratā.
Located on the Yamunā river-bank it's a small city named Karnāl.
There are not many places worth living here.
But I luckily live in the NDRI campus.
National Dairy Research Institute.
It is unlike rest of the city.
Calm & Vast & Green.
My HP Poem #210
© Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Jan 2016
Adrift To Never Land
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Sunken in the grim thoughts,
This mind goes adrift to Never Land,
Never never never land.

Stolen can't be sanity's token,
There I will not be even a day older,
Forever ever ever land.
My HP Poem #986
©Atul Kaushal
1.5k · Apr 2013
All Boo Hitler
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Just
A ******
Falsely insecure
German racist he was
Who only luckily got lucky.
My HP Poem 194
© Atul Kaushal
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