Please don't be the modern-day Jezebel,
I request you to not incite others about me,
You already have given up on your Yahweh.

I haven't,
No I did not,
I still stick to love,
And love is my Yahweh.

In winters,
Sunbathing is divine,
And soothing.

Whenever you come to my thoughts,
I always believe in being imaginative,
You come to my house now and then,
Then we exchange wishes on meeting,
I often lose tract of time dreaming on,
You are often found hacking my mind,
Whenever you come to my thoughts...

Previous Life

You were Kripacharya's sister,
Born out of Earth as his twin,
You were unlike the brother,
Shantanu took both of you with him.

In his chariot you were taken,
To the king Shantanu's fort,
There both learnt archery,
Here was that I fell in love with you.

I was bestowed with a boon,
Immortality was needless,
I gave it up for our son,
Aśvatthāma was immortal instead.

I preferred mortality like you.

Present Day**

Just like you even I was reborn,
Love story was to be completed,
Experience makes me extreme,
And you reject me profusely...

Our love remains incomplete.

People have become so familiar
With so many failed love stories
They seek protection from love
Categorizing lovers as peculiar
Keeping at distance from them
Branding the lovers like aliens
They often oppose idea of love
But guys please read all of this
Read that I am obviously fully
Hundred & One Percent Sure
That my love will materialize

Ever & anon I think about her,
I talk to her sooner or later in the day.
She inspires me while not physically being,
Now & again I feel like I see the world in her being.
I imagine her talking to me in her sweet voice,
Now & Then - Kabhi-Kabhi.

Unlike my life before the accident,
I now have short-term amnesia,
But you are stuck here permanently.

Tujhe bhoolna to chaah bhi nahin sakta,
Kuch aise bas gayi hai dil-o-dimaag mein,
Fark nahin padta tujhe kuch, oh zaalima.

I won't let you fall,
I won't let you fail.

If challenges come to your tail,
I'll make them know that you're not frail.

Slow it might come but success will be tall,
Don't be disheartened because it's slow as snail.

I had a lot at stake for a long-long time,
The guillotine could not wait to fall,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I was about to go bankrupt just recently,
The vultures had set eyes on my loss,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I could not afford that loss if it happened,
The scavengers roamed freely around,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I was saved with lot of effort & her love,
The vultures were kept away by her,
So glory to the king of hearts...

I won my love back putting all efforts,
The guillotine fails to get my neck,
**So, glory to the queen of my heart...

If I say that a gorgeous girl like you,
Exists not in the world,
What's just India?
That would be an understatement.

Lucky is the man who gets to see you daily for the rest of his life.

If I say that a raw beauty just like you,
Exists not in the galaxy,
What's just the Earth?
That would be an understatement.

Lucky is the man that gets you as his lovely life partner wife.

I climb on the mountain,
Pestered by grief.
I hide the recent stain,
Anointed by sorrow.
I try to subdue the pain,
Inflicted by remorse.

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

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

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

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

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

This way we book our places in the Heaven,
We hope to find death in each others' arms only,
Here we find happiness flowing - flowing - flowing,
In the stream through Garden of Eden - Eden - Eden,
Where we also find safe haven - safe haven - safe haven,
(: In that Magnificent and Glorious Gateway of Heaven....... :)

Did not you use to eat my brains out,
Seeking to eat my thoughts and memories,
Did you not use to impose your own?

She's my dearest everyone.
She's my unwritten poem.
She's my guiding light.

The wind keeping me away from stillness of water.
The pure delight on a gloomy day acting as the daughter.
The everyday sugar in my cup of unfaltering life.

She's my dear darling love,
She's my sunbathing dove,
She's my future wife.

The dancing celestial nymph in my corner mind,
The beautiful-beautiful signatures' right-hand,
The relaxing Immortal Goddess in my real life.

She's my most-prized friend,
She's my passionate trend,
She's my relief from daily strife.

Romance with the death,
Survive after major injuries,
Love a complete paradox,
Find veiled happiness in solace,
And a self-satisfying episode,
Who doesn't want happiness,
Perhaps a disappointed fellow.

Top it all with the following loneliness.

Tung-tung-tung-tung...
Emanates the sweet sound,
From the school's music room,
Hands move in surgical precision,
Produce melodies uncommon,
Making me so very happy,
Tung-tung-tung-tung...

Hey moonlight move with patience,
My darling doll is now asleep...
Come listen to me - let us talk it over,
Flirt whatsoever to delay the sun..
Though my angel is not so delicate,
But let her catch some sleep pridefully.

Hindi - the original language of my poem.
मेरी परी सो रही है

देख चाँदनी धीरे गुज़रना,
मेरी गुड़िया सो रही है।।।
चल ज़रा बात सुन मेरी,
सूरज को भी ज़रा पटा ले।।
नाज़ुक तो नहीं है मेरी परी,
मगर थोड़ा नाज़ से सो तो ले।

Some people are either such fools or double-mouthed liars,
They can bring my blood to boil and my sanity to turmoil.

Chat with me as if I'm a brother and much more than just a friend,
Send me your pictures and all,
But suddenly,
Then tell me that I am a stranger when I ask your number in the end?

I'll just block your sick personalities,
Your HP profiles and email address.

I won't leave any stone unturned,
Enough being the ideal good boy.

I will be the realistic man,
Not for your playing a toy.

When Simon was born,
He had a rare syndrome,
The Treacher Colin one.

It included missing ears,
And condescending from it,
Were the missing years.

But he had his luck shining,
He met Vicky on sign language classes,
That he attended as he is challenged.

Even though Simon can not hear,
He heard Vicky's heart beat for him,
And both of them had a baby.

Unluckily, the baby has TCS as well,
But we must take time to appreciate,
Time & love the parents dedicate.

They named the daughter Alice,
So beautiful and healthy she is,
For Simon's burning wounds she is the ice.

Especially Simon Moore is careful,
Careful that his daughter is happy,
So she doesn't get the missing years,
A tough road lies ahead with missing ears.

Dreams should be sweet & serene,
But our dreams are not so clean,
She dreams Incubus assaulting her,
I get the Succubus assaulting me,
Her Incubus has my face & voice,
And my Succubus has her face & voice,
Both of us have been in this soup.

Atul Subhash, I empathise with you,
This modern age is evil.

Your wife behaved narcissistically,
The judge behaved more so.

I can understand your situation,
And you're a lesson, an inspiration.

I won't ever get married, brother,
For I fear divorce, yes, I do.

Instead of getting married,
I'd rather get a cat, yes, a cat.

As for my monies, oh the dust,
I'll donate it all to a cause.

Animal welfare,
Medical research.

Somewhere useful,
But not in a marriage.

Hid behind the beautiful veils,
Inter-Services Intelligence – ISIPak,
Sends some female agents undercover,
Research & Analysis Wing – RAWInd is no less,
RAW & ISI have always been fighting,
Do we keep count how many die,
And that be an unsung death?

A
Doctorate
Title
In
Farts!!!

He
So
Casually
Leaks the
Farts!!!

He
Is
Already a
Master of
*Farts!!!

Your divine aura surrounding my mind,
The collier of your bangles reminds me,
Beautiful was the last night like always.

The sweet heart ache was astounding,
The remnants still linger in our bodies,
Beautiful is the realization that dawns.

A picture of the previous evening shines,
The picture shines in my mind-your mind,
Beautiful was the setting sun yesterday.

Sweet sugary bourbon biscuit in your lips,
How I chased you down onto the cushion,
Beautiful are those moments of a lip-lock.

Sweet was the biscuit or your sugary lips,
I zoomed onto the smiling curve of yours,
Beautiful is the shape as they pout open.

The beautiful baby girl here,
Whom I hold without any fear,
Is named Anushka Sharma.
Don't get too much puzzled,
Only that the names are same,
Nothing to do with the actor.
And you know what,
She doesn't have a weird duck face,
Her heart is plain without makeup.

Literally Atul Kaushal
Would mean
Incomparable Skill.

If Superman farts
And
His cape is set afloat
Then it is appropriate
For Indians to sing
The retro Bollywood
Peppy number:
"Hawa Mein Udta Jaaye
Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka
** Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka!
** Ji! ** Ji!"

As the song means:
*"It flutters in the wind,
Your red muslin scarf,
Oh your red muslin scarf!
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!"

Coz I'm Loving You,
And I'm Feeling True.

Now You Feeling Me,
I'll Make It Very Sweet.

Wherever You Are,
It's My Paradise Yaar.

As You Come To Me,
I'm So Feeling Free.

Never Felt This Way,
So Never You Betray.

You're The Yaar In Me,
I Feel You In Everything.

As You Travel With Me,
I See Success Reaching You.

The More Toiling You Are,
Sharpening Your Mind Yaar.

Further Up The Trail You'll See,
You'll Be Where You Wish To Be.

Touch Me Finally As You Wish,
I'll Make Sure You Attain The Kiss.

I relished applying the butter on her body,
She enjoyed slurping my cream,
God knows how strongly we both used to dream,
And now,
Taking her higher for babies she lets out a scream,
I am writing this ***** poem,
She too is obviously not riding an Audi.

I have not been bitten by a mad dog,
Instead I've only been smitten by the love bug.

I do not feel uncontrolled addiction,
Instead I've only been feeling love for her pure & divine.

I can not make her understand it right now,
Instead I've only been trying to make her understand love.

Things will have to clear up as the plain sky of May,
But it will take time is all what I can presently manage to say.

I Can't Breathe Easy
In This Chamber Air

My Family Was Made
To Submit Before Them

Their Fattest Soldier Farts
With A Mask On His Face

And We Were Made To Smell
The Stench Of Undigested Meal

Stuck We're Inside This Gas Chamber
Somebody Be Our Saviour & Protect Us!!!

They are numbered,
They are few.

Rarity is their virtue,
Uncommon their traits.

They are lumbered,
They are new.

Clarity is their class,
Platinum their rates.

Governments avoid,
And people loathe them.

They are cumbered,
They are feared.

To prevent them,
Nothing can be done.

By any forces however,
Either collared or aided.

A drop-dead gorgeous young lady,
With the eyes of an angel she looks,
Her gaze met mine in dark of day,
My thoughts are just like clay,
Getting molded as whatever she may say,
I feel my senses waning off,
For she is My Chloroform.

You were sad,
Upset with your mum,
And with your dad.

I made you so glad,
Made you forget tears,
And you forgot.

What was it,
I could only wonder,
All you made was a mockery.

O my mind's magical drop,
Tell me the meaning of UP,
Why everywhere it is used,
And why it is abused,
How can a bottle in the *** be up?

The only time I had had *******,
I now remember fully each detail,
She had told me to get off prematurely.

The girl was on the defensive mode,
I perfectly remember how she fumbled,
She was nervous if I emptied my load.

The way she requested me next day,
I can remember it with bittersweet hue,
She said, "Don't marry anyone else."

The fate had wished something else,
I met with a really serious road accident,
She used to visit me then in the ICU.

The injured me was in a comatose state,
I was told that she often used to visit me,
She surprises me as a guardian angel.

The injured me could remember it not,
I was looked after by the dark angel how,
She wiped forehead sweat from fever hot.

The surgeon in charge of my treatment,
I was told by him as well of how she cared,
She used to summon him oftentimes.

The girl told my mother about both of us,
I was just her best friend she told my mom,
She named my ex- as my then girlfriend.

The girl asked me on phone desperately,
If I could remember about the Agra trip,
She was just disappointed with my reply.

The girl is now married to someone,
I had killed the relationship between us,
She knows not I remembered it not.

Perhaps I should accept it now,
I would have to be alone forever,
Now that I remember all of it.

The under 17 football team of India,
It has beaten the Italian team, yeah!

Once again I am the single lion,
I am on the lookout for the Miss Fortune,
To help me tidy-up my ugly Misfortune.
Come on, be my beautiful lioness,
I am really in need of your love,
To help boost me towards success.
Come on, rule my beautiful world.

Losing my loving parents untimely,
Losing my best friend to some quarrel,
Losing my wonderfully erratic memory,
Losing my hearing sense before I meet you,
Losing my precious gift even before getting it,
Losing my life before I meet you in person,
Losing my voice with the course of time,
Losing my sense of basic true & false,
Losing my eyesight 'fore I see you.

Was a mistake.

I'm all ears,
I'm all yours,
For coming years!

He was born in 1924.
The month was November.
And the date was 20.

He passed away in 1991.
The month was September.
And the date was 25.

I couldn't consciously listen to him.
I missed out on a grandpa.
I could've learnt so much.

He also taught Sänskřŧäm.

She sure has that x-factor in herself,
More beautiful herself than an elf.
Perfectly carefree she renders me,
Her thoughts leave me in a trance.
I often feel she is thinks about me,
How she is gonna make me dance.
Particularly I'd be hopping a little,
May it be a reality sooner enough.
She definitely has had that charm,
Mere her name saves me from harm.

I was in the usual bad mood back then,
So to divert myself from the mess,
I just scanned FB randomly.

I joined a group whose name I forgot,
But how should it matter here,
I just met her there then.

I then befriended the cutest devil,
We now verse well together,
I just long to meet her.

Firstly, forget all those people who only criticize you;
Coz their faces are ugly,
And their butts are fat!

Secondly, forget all those people who just jeer about you;
Coz their voices resemble howls of hyenas,
And their faces are as though bowels of pigs!!

Thirdly, stop hating yourself & just counting your drawbacks;
Coz until you don't work upon them,
And don't make them vanish you can't love yourself!!!

Heavy drops of tears,
Now crawl sidewards,
Towards her ailing ears,
Descending downwards,
As that ailing elderly mother,
Tries her very best to sleep,
Contained the tears she tries to keep,
To prevent those tears from leaking,
Remembering who they were,
Her own children them both,
Sent away to war in a land very far,
Two coffins with no more than a humble note of regret & praise for the two dead soldiers had come back.

The father had fainted after listening to this news,
After few months spent wasted in tears,
Truer could not have been his fears,
He could neither let the pain ease,
Nor could he make the repentance cease,
Of letting both the brothers follow their hearts,
He tried to make any sense if there was in war,
And pondering only over the same he died,
A repentant father he wrongly blamed himself,
But the boys' mother lives on with the memories,
Alone and lonely in her lonesome life,
Her senile smile sits under her now-crooked nose,
As she looks at old family albums through her glasses,
Tears drip down her aging lonely chin onto the happy family photograph.

The seriously sweet spirit is youthful,
Your playground is not at all calm,
What bothers you is this seriousness.

Now listen to me oh youthful friend,
Do not fret or sweat in difficulties,
Just stay focused and fly high in sky.

A* girl who is hoping to be with me,
Theming all her poetry around me,
Unable I am to reflect her feelings,
Lose I did myself in my past lover.

Love her I did that bit too much,
Of her decisions I was an abider,
Vainly are all the sacrifices I made,
Except only when unavoidable,
Did I ever ignore her? I did not.

Killed me she with her love and deceit,
Remain just the memories of her,
I let my mind linger in past,
Pleasured I am by her memories,
I just cannot once again take chances.

And I will just live with her memories,
Not that I consider myself so worse,
Desist I will from marriage all my life.

I am so scared of loving anyone else,
Slowly I watch my days running out.

Now I will never be uncertain,
Of course I would be sans fear,
What scares me would be past.

Scientist I want to become for real,
Concentrate I will more on career,
And her memories won't plague,
Romance I will with myself more,
Elephantine will be my happiness,
Dress rehearsals I do for success.

Old memories will not haunt me,
Finally I'll be one with happiness.

Last desire of my heart,
Of course won't be fullfilled,
Very sure because I am lonely,
E**njoy I'll this eternal loneliness.

Day & night,
I'm enticed by you.

Day & night,
I'm lost in your thoughts.

Why are you so beautiful,
Oh, plain mirror?