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Àŧùl Dec 2017
Love and caretaker: For her, it is me
Love and responsibility: For me, it is she
Love and togetherness: For her, it is me
Love and argument: For me, it is she
Love and youth: For her, it is me
Love and fun: For me, it is she
Love and life: We two, for each other

Me, my life's worship
(the word used for worship was Pooja in Kannada)

- A non-resident Kannadiga


Kannada text:

ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಚಿಂತೆ ಮಾಡೊವನು: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ವಿತ್: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ದ್ವೇಷ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಯೌವನ: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಮೋಜಿನ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಜೀವನ: ನಾವು ಇಬ್ಬರೂ, ನಮ್ಮ ಇಬ್ಬರಿಗೂ.

ನಾನು, ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಾ ಪೂಜಾ.

- ಒಬ್ಬ ಹೊರನಾಡ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗ
A translation of a quote by me on YourQuote.

My HP Poem #1687
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Mar 2015
You Hold No Liabilities Dear
Àŧùl Mar 2015
I have just love for you dear,
Done I am with my advising,
Be confident and calm in life,
Now just confidence remains,
Don't stay cool and calm now,
You perform well when angry,
Just keep in mind some words.
My HP Poem #803
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Jun 2014
Riddled With Bolts Of Love
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Here I am happily satisfied with my love ultimately.
Neither I have chosen you, nor you have chosen me.
Destiny brought our hearts this close.
Thank you for accepting my proposal.
I do not roam this land as a nomad lion.
But unlike you, I am not awestruck by it.
I will say many, so many more love poems.
To you all of my poems will be dedicated.
Cackles will fill our household one day.
It may often be seen as love in nature.
Love's the most beautiful nature trait.
We can never be done apart as long as we breathe.
Twinkling in the sky we will talk even after we die.

Saying your beautiful name instils positive energy.
I am imagining our future being united in a home.

Our home is not just walls & furniture.

You will see, madam, you will observe.
My HP Poem #649
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Apr 2015
Alphabets of Ideal Love
Àŧùl Apr 2015
A: Admiring everything done by the lover
B: Beautifying all habits of the lover
C: Caring always enough for the lover
D: Demonstrating love to the lover
E: Experiencing pain of the lover
F: Flirting exclusively with the lover
G: Glorifying all qualities of the lover
H: Holding hands with the lover
I: Inching closer towards the lover
J: Joking sufficiently for the lover
K: Kindling the flame with the lover
L: Loving every bit about the lover
M: Moving together with the lover
N: Never-ending love for the lover
O: Obeying with wishes of the lover
P: Praying for success of the lover
Q: Qualifying in the eyes of the lover
R: Reinforcing trust with the lover
S: Softening preferences for the lover
T: Trusting forever in the lover
U: Understanding words of the lover
V: Valuing all the feelings of the lover
W: Willing to always help the lover
X: Xenophiling always with the lover
Y: Yearning often to be with the lover
Z: Zooming in on the positives of the lover
Not exactly a conventional poem.
:-)

My HP Poem #824
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Oct 2021
When I Write A Love Poem
Àŧùl Oct 2021
When I write a love poem,
I make sure that it rhymes.
When I write a love poem,
I aim for her heart's chimes.
When I write a love poem,
I make sure to commit the crimes.
The crimes of loving truly,
And crimes of writing the truths.
The crimes of being lovely,
And crimes of romancing the youths.
My HP Poem #1946
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Hold on, as I seldom plead to others,
Except, my parents for edible sweets,
And for some other similar things,
Rarely do I plead to others when I'm in need.

Most of the times it is for a childish demand,
Yes I frankly insist as I am so innocent eyed.

Proud of my choice I was and still am,
Lest I perish in my self-brought loneliness,
Earning only four shoulders unknown,
A* defeated man I might perish alone.

Kinfolk of mine as of now are few,
Rings seldom this lifeless telephone,
Ivies of poison hang in front of my house,
Persons of importance have gotten so ancient,
In this lonely lonesome life I still wait for you,
Jarred ajar is this door of my heart,
I**n my life ever since you left me alone.
HP Poem #1155
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Jun 2015
Few Infeasible Things
Àŧùl Jun 2015
Thornless roses,
Seedless fruits,
Stormless seas,
Calmness fleas,
Landless routes,
Loveless Atul,
Are all unfeasible.
My HP Poem #888
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Dec 2012
The Mirror Scares Me
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Every Morning I Reach The Basin,
For Washing My Face & To Brush,
The Mirror Beyond The Tap Scares Me,
The Mirror Scares Me.

I See An Old Man Gazing At Me,
With Marks Of A Troubled Life,
The Reflection Meeting My Eye Scares Me,
The Mirror Scares Me..

I Don't Fret, No I Don't Fear Him,
For I Know He's Me Only Just Too Tired,
The Reflection Does No Good - Scares Me,
The Mirror Scares Me...
© Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Dec 2014
Oh, My Password
Àŧùl Dec 2014
Her name was my password...

Now I surely have changed my password,
But my hand still moves in that fashion...
The thing is that I truly loved her,
Where she saw negative attitude in me,
It's incomprehensible for many that know me...
She ditches me for her own comfort,
'It's okay,' I say, 'Come back after your exams,'
'I'll be waiting for you.'

But what she says is, *'You will waste your time,'
'Don't wait for me.'
As I gather,
She is busy cursing me...

Oh, please don't curse me, dear,
I have already paid the price of one curse..

Trust me or not, I'll wait till my next Re-birthday on May 7, 2015 and only then I will move on practically.

You ruined my birthday mood.

My HP Poem #711
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Nov 2019
Degenerate Primers
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Similar but unidentical primers used,
To amplify the same gene
But from different organisms,
And the consequences are again
Similar but not identical.

A useful technique it is
As the genetic code
Itself is degenerate,
Meaning several different
Codons code for the same
Amino acid.

Different organisms
Are allowed this way
To have unique genetics
For highly similar proteins.

We use degenerate primers as well,
When designing is based
On protein sequences
Because of unknown
Codon sequences.

Them we may use
For resurrecting extinct animals
And play God.

It's already happening,
The beautiful Pyrenean Ibex,
Also known as the Bucardo,
Hunted down to extinction,
In past not so distant,
Was brought back to life.

The science used was biotechnology,
Degenerate primers and another
Technique known as SCNT,
Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer,
Used in synergy to bring the ibex back.
My HP Poem #1790
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Apr 2014
Deft/Daft
Àŧùl Apr 2014
A display of deft actions is only so
good up to that hour of realization
after a hostile event of failure
that any more such efforts will go
in vain and would surely cause
remorseful tears to escape from
your dark pearly eyes in future

So be deft enough to study well
but don't be daft enough buddy
mouth gaping stupidly at all the
results having gone awry later...
My HP Poem #608
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Dec 2016
Come, Let's Sleep
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Come, my love, let's sleep.
Not just for few hours,
Not for many hours,
Not even for some weeks,
And not even for merest months.
Let's sleep altogether for years,
Let's sleep for many centuries.

Come, my love, let's hibernate.
Not forgetting immortality,
Not practising immorality,
Not overlooking modesty,
And just sleep together holding tight.
Like we do when cold descends,
Let's go to our sleep mode.

Come, my love, let's snooze.
Not just for few more seconds,
Not just for some more minutes,
Not just for bit more hours,
And kindle the dream in the long night.
Like we did when curse worked,
Let's go to our carefree world.
HP Poem #1332
©Atul Kaushal
1.4k · Jan 2014
I Am All For You
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I told you, "I love you kiddie, but don't take me wrong."
You might have considered it few times within your head.
You had thought, 'What's it with him, he is much elder.'

I had sort of read your mind, "Don't consider me a *******, there."
You might have actually considered me a *******.
You however thought, 'He is a nice guy, just like my dad and he's just 6 years & 9 months older.'

I am really lucky to have your young gift in my life.
Now I won't ever let you go my good luck shine.
You're my best buddy & my life companion.
My HP Poem #506
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Now I know why she ditched me,
And I don't blame her for doing so.

Her family checked my horoscope,
They figured that I have a problem.

My horoscope has the Martian jinx,
My Kundli has the Manglik dosh.

It means my wife would die early,
Yes according to an algorithm.

Such a stupid illogical reason,
Letting the stars govern them.

I can not do anything about it,
Let her go to someone not Manglik.

I will wait for someone more scientific,
Looking not at the Kundli but only my love.
This Manglik thing is a Hindu blind faith misconception that if a person has an error in the location of Mars in their horoscope (or a Mangalik) then it would mean certain early death of their life partner.

Let her go.

She's really stupid.

Just as her old-fashioned family she believes in Kundli.

My HP Poem #1347
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
The day of Holi festival is very close,
This festival of colours draws nearer,
Though people have plans to rejoice,
I have none & that is my simplicity.

I am not saying that I won't partake,
But I have grown-up over childhood,
Boys no longer throw colours at me,
But I myself go to them smiling lips.

They lightly put soft natural colours,
Then I get both my cheeks decorated,
Through and through for happiness,
Both they and I to start a new year.
The Indian new year's also observed from this festival of colors with plans of future betterment.

My HP Poem #575
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · May 2017
This Is Why I Am So Special
Àŧùl May 2017
A** baby was born to two angels,
Sweet more than honey he was,
Page another in history added,
Enriched as the parent's beloved,
Rosary of loneliness he beaded,
Groups he was always hesitated,
Enshrined in my body he was,
Robbed of happiness always,
Securing his own spheres.
I have been diagnosed with the adult version of Asperger's Syndrome and it is not a disease but it is just a condition where slight to extreme repulsiveness to the social spheres creeps up the nerves of a really intelligent fellow due to the sequence of events in their life and they usually have a high IQ but fail to understand social interactions.

My HP Poem #1537
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Our mother nature,
You are not at all,
To punish the innocent man.

Yes, mother nature does that,
But you do it,
To satisfy your ego.

All your plans failed,
Not due to me,
But because of yourself.

Did you not make yourself,
Creep into dust,
Fearing honest work.

Planning endlessly,
Working never,
Just decorating dreams.

The little bird you plan,
Plan to go away,
Off to foreign lands.

But in the stark reality,
You are just a chicken,
Scared to work hard.
If you can dare anything,
Study your MBBS in India,
Don't fly off on your family.

Private banks have education loans,
A true thing I don't disagree on,
But have you ever thought of repayment?

The private banks in India,
They have their own mafia,
To extract the loan money.

Please understand,
Don't try to understand me,
Just try to understand your father.

It's him you are punishing worse than me,
He will surely send you and pledge his property on it,
But have you ever thought about how?

Come on, you be a brave girl, crack PMT exams,
I won't be posting it here if you listened to me,
But I doubt if you would even open my emails.

The innocent man in the title is not me,
It is your own father who will fulfil all your wishes,
At the expense of his own honour.

I am over you,
There's nothing I could do to save the relationship,
Your ego issues are too big.

HP Poem #1276
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Jun 2015
Prioritizing
Àŧùl Jun 2015
I have set the priorities in my life,
You're my top priority future wife,
What bothers you is my top strife.
I chuck those parts out of my life,
You should not worry future wife,
What in front of you is such a strife.
Over me I give you exclusive rights.
I was ready for it buddy.
It is not something unexpected.
I request you to please calm down.
If you don't like some people, it's fine,
Then I won't like them either.

My HP Poem #877
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Jul 2013
Her Spirit, Nature & Heart
Àŧùl Jul 2013
She's cheerful by her spirit.
She's beautiful by her nature.
She's youthful by her heart.

She's stylish by her spirit.
She's childish by her nature.
She's kiddish by her heart..

She's friendly by her spirit.
She's leisurely by her nature.
She's mine only by her heart...
My HP Poem #345
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Mar 2015
Caramello
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Kiss life into me,
I feel suffocated,
You're caramello,
Sweet midnight kiss.
Breathe your youth,
I'll inhale with you,
And feel as young.

Your chocolatey eyes,
They tell me a story,
Just relax in this love,
We share this warmth.
As I drink to your care,
You should drink to mine,
Don't be reluctant to love.
My HP Poem #808
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Jan 2017
Patriotism
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Comes not from using domestic produce,
But such products help fiscal deficit reduce.
My HP Poem #1390
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Sep 2015
All I Know
Àŧùl Sep 2015
I know not much about the future,
But yes, I know one thing for sure.

Standing by my side are my parents,
I love them and respect them highly.

But understanding me is hard,
Misunderstanding me is lucrative.

Unable they are to understand me,
They have no idea about it yet.

Destiny has chosen me for only you,
It has also chosen you for only me.
She does My HP Poem #902
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Jan 2016
Peppy
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Like sweet & sour,
Life sure is peppy,
And even a bit more.

Imbalanced like my old diet,
It is more on the sour side.

But it's okay for me,
More patient I'll be.

I'll not make time bend,
For I know not the end.

Making sure to keep her happy,
But forgetting not I'm not a puppy.

Except abandoning it at stakes,
Learning from my mistakes,
Give life all what it takes.
My HP Poem #970
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Aug 2016
Kaiku
Àŧùl Aug 2016
Just why, baby...
But why, oh baby why?
Ditched me, just         because
      I could not               find any time
                                  Free from my
                        Efforts to get a
         Decent life
For both
Of us to
Spend
Our
Life
Dear
Love?
A Haiku of a different kind.

Concrete Poetry

Kaiku simply means "why?" in the Tapori dialect of urban South India.

My HP Poem #1110
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · May 2017
Poetry Room
Àŧùl May 2017
I once loved a girl
Or you can say
She once loved me

She showed me this room
Isn't it good
Poetry room?

She asked me to join
And she told me to write some poems
So I looked around
And I noticed there wasn't a rhyme

I sat on the site
Biding my time
Writing poems

We were together
And then she said
"I'm bored with you"

She told me she wanted to explore
And started to laugh
I told her I didn't
And crawled off to write more poems

And when I gathered
I was single
Once again in life

So I wrote a poem
Isn't it good
Poetry room!
A 'Norwegian Wood' inspired poem.
My HP Poem #1565
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Nov 2013
Love You Hamesha
Àŧùl Nov 2013
And Forever,
Every day,
And night.

In happiness,
Or sadness,
In anger..

In discomfort,
Or comfort,
In life...

Through years,
Or months,
Through weeks..

Through smiles,
Or through tears & fears,
Through all the miles.

Love you hamesha and forever.
Hamesha is a Persian-origin Urdu/Hindi word meaning either always or forever under different usages.

My HP Poem #464
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Nov 2012
Compromises
Àŧùl Nov 2012
Compromises

In the prosecution of celebrities,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians **often
compromise as we get influenced by their hype,
And for them we harbor many soft-corners.

In the prosecution of high-society crooks,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians frequently compromise as we get influenced by their heights,
And allocate 5-star treatment to murderers..

In the prosecution of petty thieves,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians rarely compromise as we get influenced by their low status,
And quickly pronounce sentences...

In the prosecution of celebrated criminals,
And in their punishments,
We Indians often compromise as we get fascinated by their misdeeds,
And by their outrages....

In the execution of our daily works,
And in their performance,
We Indians seldom compromise as we often get boosted by their difficulty levels,
And put in that extra effort.....

In the protection of our loved ones,
And in their safety,
We Indians never compromise & protect them with all what we have,
And keep them safe......

In our own heartfelt ambitions,
And in their fulfilment,
We Indians nevermore compromise & strive heartily to succeed,
And rise above the world.......

Then why we Indians can't do,
What's regarded right,
In the society & in all the countries in this world,
And progress like never before........

Why we Indians can't stop,
What's regarded wrong,
In the society & immoral in humanity,
And let our land become a paradise again.........

Probably we Indians require a change,
May be you & I could help by bringing it,
In the social, local & national politics,
And see our country become the India of dreams..........
Written on a day when I finally read in the newspaper that one of the most celebrated terrorists had finally been hanged till death.
My HP Poem #2
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Nov 2013
Snow Dust, Gold Dust
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine yourself with me in the mountains,
Imagine peaceful tranquility away from plains,
Imagine nights full of love and forget pains.

We travel through the mountainous terrain,
We see just colder snow everywhere & no rain,
We go through snow mounted on our horse.

Our horse starts panting as it smells water,
Our wounds tingle with pain & ask for rest too,
Our stomachs demand food too as it seems.

Your elegant eyes see a dark house close-by,
Your now wearying voice tells me to stop over,
Your royal desire is an order for me to obey.

I also agree as we must treat our injuries,
I dismount the horse first to experience pain,
I do offer a hand to you for dismounting.

You are here in this ancient wooden house,
You rest upon the ancient creaky barrel chair,
You look at me with the cute eyes of yours.

I ask you if you needed something soothing,
I am told by you to come and stay by your side,
I come while sensing this cold bothering us.

Your voice quivered from the terrible cold,
Your hands do crave for fresh air of the cabin,
Your mind tells you to remove your gloves.

I looked at you with my questioning eyes,
I am asked by you regarding the same thing,
I agree with you & remove my gloves too.

You come & hold my hands - feel the heat,
You have your hands as frigid as snow & ice,
You sigh with a smile as you feel relieved.

This smile meant much more than relief,
This meant that you want bit more warmth,
This makes me smile back at you kindly.

Imagine us admiring each other happily,
Imagine listening to your own voice inside,
Imagine the snow dust pouring outside...
The cold body of yours quivers by my touch,
The heat of my body is better felt sans clothes,
The gold dust of your body is also imminent.

Love you forever and ever my dearest friend,
Love is how we live and feel for each other always,
Love has a meaning bigger than *******.

Note: By gold dust here I mean the glistening sweat on your body.

My HP Poem #490
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · May 2017
Catch The Dragon
Àŧùl May 2017
So fast you fly,
And you teleport,
In time and space,
You bend each law,
And you fire the beam,
N**ow - Ka-me-ha-me-ha!!!
Me and my cousin brother Pranshu Saini are devout fans of the DragonballZ series.

My HP Poem #1556
©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
1.3k · Mar 2014
Sie Ist Mein Mädchen
Àŧùl Mar 2014
She's the ultimate girl,
I am her male version,
My dream come true...

Write all our poetry,
Lovingly compose it,
Only for each other..

Luckily for me,
She's a poetess,
Krispi it is you.
The title is in German language meaning "She is my girl"

My HP Poem #564
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Nov 2014
Draftsman
Àŧùl Nov 2014
It was time till now indifferently writing my destiny,
But now it's me who determines all of it as its owner,
Yes I am the draftsman in-charge of my destiny now.

Yes I am the boss of my own destiny from now on,
I realize that this is my life and I will draft it now,
Dear time accept my apologies for belittling you.

Also, I have a beautiful objective in my life now,
But she's not just an objective - she's the co-owner,
We shall both sail peacefully in this armada of love.
My HP Poem #696
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2016
When I am all so alone
Alienated in this cruel world
And I am unable to withstand its tests,
I'm fretting my nightmares
For they scare me to hell of sorts
And I am unable to find quantum of solace,
I fear that I will die in the cradle of loneliness...
My HP Poem #1045
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Feb 2017
Deja Moo
Àŧùl Feb 2017
It is the feeling of having previously met,
Not necessarily as a professional vet,
Dairy animals mooing to attract.
My HP Poem #1426
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Jun 2015
Perversion
Àŧùl Jun 2015
Too *****,
Not too funny,
But actually thorny.
Call one your bunny,
But run after money.
******* is yummy,
Only for the dummy.
My HP Poem #874
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Dec 2016
Burning Sensation
Àŧùl Dec 2016
My nose burns inside when I inhale,
It pains me when I try to breathe,
And it is the same whenever I exhale.
HP Poem #1322
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Mar 2015
Bits About Me That She Loves
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Childish with her at times,
I laugh at my own poor jokes,
But she says ever so kindly,
"I love it that your laugh is funnier than the joke."
Soon after I look into her watery eyes,
I forget what the joke was,
And I join my bass tone in her melodic laughter.
My HP Poem #798
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Jan 2016
Barista
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I am the barista you seek,
I will brew the strongest,
Or may be softer love.

It maybe your choice,
It's a command for me,
I will just hum the tune.
My HP Poem #956
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2024
The sun doesn't revolve around us,
And it was known to the ancient Hindus.

How they estimated precise distances,
It's still an exclusive paradigm of sorts.

This poem is not a nursery rhyme,
For it discusses what went wrong.

Wrong with the history of Hindus,
And with the tapestry of the world.

Hanging down the global gazebos,
Is a wonderful story of lost wisdom.
My HP Poem #1999
©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
1.3k · Sep 2016
Disgusted
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I am disgusted with the idea of doomsday/pralay/qayamat.
They just don't seem to learn that doomsday can't be brought by anyone other than the human species itself.
There is no invisible hand in the sky orchestrating this complex biological and physicochemical existence in this world.
We were just created by mother nature and now we are orphans since a long time.
Please don't try to force such immature thinking upon me because I am happy with my affiliation.
If you will still insist in your posts that I pledged allegiance to your monotheistic discipline, I will block your filthy manipulative presence.

My HP Poem #1135
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I love myself for who I am,
Because I am suchlike,
Such a wonderfully positive guy.

I am still determined to chase it,
But she has abandoned it,
Such a beautifully difficult dream.
I definitely love challenges much more than she claims that she does.

Now it's a challenge for myself to be well settled as soon as possible and then propose her family for a marriage with K.
Yeah, that's exactly what I am. An undefeatable lover.
I will pursue her till I achieve her.

I know that she is not convinced right now and her ego is bound to the aspect of incompatibility, but I am not the weak guy that she thinks me to be.

I have loved her with all my heart and I will continue the pursuit of my love.

My HP Poem #1455
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · May 2016
Your Statistics
Àŧùl May 2016
There are three types of lies,
You're honing each one as time flies,
I have been intimate with each one of yours.

The first is the simplest lie,
You kept repeating it time and again,
I lost count of the times you said, "I love you."

The second is the **** lie,
This one is more complex and deceitful,
Even you lost count of saying, "I love you forever."

And the third one is called the Statistics,
As afterwards, you kept blaming its demise on me,
Many times I heard, "Countless times you forgot about me."

I never intended to blow the whistle on you,
But last night you said it on call that I kept forgetting,
I'd have forgotten my virginity or its loss before my accident,
But one thing I simply could not have ever forgotten,
I had become someone else from your own name.

But I hear a faint melody from a distant place,
Maybe a mermaid sings it softly for me,
Or who knows another barmaid!

Scared to death I am of love,
Neither can I bear another betrayal,
Nor can my heart now be a loveless barren.
7 Paragraphs, 23 lines of a broken dream.

My HP Poem #1081
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
I plan to give her pedicure once again this time.
She will be happy and bless me from her heart.
And her smile will be so content-filling to me.
Her blessings are such great that I met you.
It was on the last year's June 19, Tuesday.
She will complete fifty two years this year.
You led me here we were friends on 19/6/12.
If I must remind ourselves then I'll recount it.
We had met on the biggest socializing website.
Then you & me were like the beauty & the poet.

Here I have written several poems just for you and I know you enjoy reading those because you told me.
My mum lives over three hours away from where I live.
Written for my best friend, Kripi Mehra.
^_^
;-)
My HP Poem #224
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Jan 2017
I Love You
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Acrostic poem.
I tell you all 'bout yourself so deeply.

Loss of words I'll never get surely,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Victory will come so quickly,
Ever imagining it as purely.

Your question goes clearly,
Of course sharing openly,
Up & above all happily.
My HP Poem #1400
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Aug 2024
New Horizons
Àŧùl Aug 2024
I watched the skyline from the sea shore.
Staying seated on my comfy chair,
Behaving as if I didn’t care.
I still wanted to go to a new place,
Where I'd be loved,
And I'd be respected.
I realised that I must break the chains,
And I must surf the waves,
For I wanted to have new horizons.
My HP Poem #1978
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Jun 2013
I Swear We Didn't Cheat!
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I love her...
She loves me too...
I proposed...
She accepted...

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

But I swear we didn't cheat.
My HP Poem #306
©Atul Kaushal
1.3k · Mar 2017
Why She Left Him Forever
Àŧùl Mar 2017
She left him to rot in his dear loneliness,
He spends his life trying to move on,
Exhausted he is with all his love.

Into the depths of loneliness he's lost,
She moved on easily but he could not.

A** perfectly straight man he is.

Loving her through his times,
Excelling through wit & work,
Setting her as his ultimate aim,
Beautiful she was a young dream,
Into hers all his life got pent up,
A new lease of life he searches,
Now is the time to be happy.
My HP Poem #1470
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
And probably I'm the biggest fool ever existed,
As I still hope that she will come back one day.
And she'll announce that it was merely a prank,
As she just wanted to have fun by pranking me.
And she'll expect me to welcome her back here,
As old times she will expect me to still love her.

Maybe she rightly considers me an emotional fool,
For all of her experiments, I serve as the ideal tool.
Maybe I should just let her memories vanish now,
For my own happiness, all her memories I'll mow.
Maybe all my family tell me the right thing after all,
For she is indeed a common, desperate Indian girl.

She is the personification of a great wanna-be girl,
'Cause she had lost her way at an age so youthful.
She will bank on prior experience from childhood,
'Cause she has low emotional intelligence quotient.
She bereaved such a pure lover for some ego issues,
'Cause she was a demo of how good/bad a girl can be.

P.S.: Hope that she'll get complimentary coke/burger!
My HP Poem #1471
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
She Just Always Wore Such Artificial Makeup,
Also Just Touching Up Her Previous Pictures,
Lightening Her Complexion Even If I Object,
So Much I Love Her Original Indian Colour,
Lusting After A Fair Colored Skin She Was,
And What's My Loss In Her Transiting Youth,
Is Just My Bickering According To The Angel.
Angel Remembered – Part 6/7

HP Poem #1194
©Atul Kaushal
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