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Àŧùl Dec 2016
I could be controlling all my relationships,
Just like any mature cell can be induced,
To behave as pluripotent stem cells...
Just adding few transcription factor genes,
Oct4, Sox2, cMyc, and Klf4 genes be all,
To induce older cells as stem cells...
But alas, life is not as simple as science!!!
HP Poem #1323
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Aug 2017
Their Special Language
Àŧùl Aug 2017
Twins, they are your kids,
Identical they are delightful,
Tie them together you do,
S**ensual feeling for both you & me.
My HP Poem #1654
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Mar 2021
I Found You | You Found Me
Àŧùl Mar 2021
I found you
Looking for me,
Looking for some guidance,
Which I gave to you,
In return,
You gave me your heart,
Which I shall cherish forever,
And ever.
My HP Poem #1910
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jan 2018
Nirvana
Àŧùl Jan 2018
Loving you I discovered myself,
Loving you I've attained Nirvaṇa.
Loving you I've defined my Karma,
Loving you I've adopted my Dharma,
Loving you I've found my identity,
Loving you I've moulded my life,
Loving you I've known myself.

Loving you is my sole mission,
Loving you is my only passion,
Loving you is my raging fashion,
Loving you is my loyalty creation,
Loving you is my full regression,
Loving you is my lonely lotion,
Loving you is my fuller ration.

Loving you never was a regret,
Loving you I have recounted it all,
Loving you is a thing I always knew.
This one is for you, my darling best friend Pooh Bear, like all other poems of mine.

Regression: Past life regression, recounting one's previous birth.

My HP Poem #1693
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Sep 2013
Night-watchman
Àŧùl Sep 2013
It is brought to Hello Poetry confederation's notice,
That I am dearly missing my dearest poetess friend.

Anyone and everyone that blesses her in their minds,
I tell them all thanks for blessing her for her career..

And I want to tell her that I am always here for her,
If she feels lonely or helpless then I'll illuminate it...
Yes my friend, I'm always here for you and you just have to keep the advice that I supply you with in your mind and use it.

My HP Poem #435
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Nov 2016
Like A Spider
Àŧùl Nov 2016
She was ultra thin,
But neither her head,
Nor her breast.

Limbs all rickety,
But neither her bed,
Nor her crest..

Words spun like web,
Crept around my skin,
I lost all my control...
HP Poem #1245
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · May 2013
Comas Took Loved Jilly Bean
Àŧùl May 2013
Ihis As P Tilly Soem,
What Till Yake Lou Maugh,
Anly Ofter Dou Yecipher Phis Toem!

Wou Sill Yay:
Ihis Ns Tonsense!

Ind A Lill Waugh!

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D
An Irritating Poem For Those Who Can't Decipher It
My HP Poem #213
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Aug 2016
My Lover, Oh My Killer
Àŧùl Aug 2016
Neither in the day, oh my killer,
Nor in the night am I pacified.
What madness is this age of rage,
That you have got tattooed some name,
The name is not mine either.

Rewarded my love greatly, oh my killer,
You greatly rewarded my love,
My lover you have stolen more than my heart.

All flowers of my love have wuthered,
Only this wind of thorns have come to my account,
I didn't like the sweet spring dreams,
For it ended up with the brazen summer.
My lover you have stolen more than my heart.
Rewarded my love greatly, oh my killer,
You greatly rewarded my love,
My lover you have stolen more than my heart.

Having put these beads of thorns 'round my neck,
You are happy making out with some new fish.
You betrayed my trust,
See you murdered my trust,
My lover you have stolen more than my heart,
You have greatly rewarded my trust.

I had bore with a smile all your tantrums,
I wear as pearls the tears in your memory.
Listen to my heart's agonising call,
Be heard oh heart's agonising call,
You have greatly rewarded my trust.

Rewarded my love greatly, oh my killer,
You greatly rewarded my love,
My lover you have stolen more than my heart.
My HP Poem #1115
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jan 2019
Remember, Remember
Àŧùl Jan 2019
Remember it always, The Bhagwad Gita already prescribed these four broad methods of worship:
1. Idolworshipping: Simple and sweet. Easy to decorate, imagine and connect with the PäräBrähmä. It promotes arts and literature.
2. Non-idolworshipping: These forms of worship don't require any stone or materialistic idols to connect with PäräBrähmä. It's also very easy to misinterpret.
3. Agnosticism: Here people are not concerned about PäräBrähmä as such but their refuting the existence of Brähmā is making them Hïnđūs.
4. Atheism: These people are fed up with the popular concept of PäräBrähmä because there's no point that they can see is favourable for them.
In Bhāgwäđ Gītā, Präbhü Śrī Kṛṣṇä lays down a very simple explanation of how all of the above ultimately lead to The PäräBrähmä.
A philosophical outlook
1.0k · Feb 2015
You're Going Away
Àŧùl Feb 2015
And my breath becomes so heavy...

Come closer, don't go away
And my breath will become easy...
Thanks for staying, I won't disappoint you ever.

My HP Poem #780
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Dec 2015
Defective
Àŧùl Dec 2015
I'm that boy who she wants as her toy,
But alas, I am defective as I'm a man now & not a boy,
So the kid got bored of trying to mould me.

She got bored of listening to wise advice,
Perhaps I was wrong on my part too in the end,
So no use ensuing the blame-game now.

I just accept it now,
I was born defective,
Accident just worsened me.

But if you sit calmly and think of it,
All the injury to my brain can heal,
Not the injury to my heart under a veil.

Broken, assaulted & assassinated,
I am time & again due to my errors,
I don't blame anyone for defects I made.
Of course, she says that she's busy with someone that gives her his full attention.

Well I can't do that sacrificing my career just for some momentary pleasure.

I don't think she'll ever grow up to suit my preferences.

Basic habits of eating, drinking and daily habits are a mismatch.

I am proud of my prose,
But I am not proud for whom it rose.

My HP Poem #940
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jan 2017
Fairy Tail
Àŧùl Jan 2017
The fairy flew like a dried leaf,
Way beyond the red coral reef,
It flew unto its fairy mom.
The mom was unlike other fairies,
For it is red in colour & has horns,
It also has a pointed fairy tail..
For it is the Devil's own fairy agent!!!
A fairy tale ruined wickedly.

My HP Poem #1363
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2016
He was so happy when I was born,
Now I am so happy as he reaches 60,
But I am a bit sad too for he'll get old,
Wiser he gets as he is more ancient,
Wrinkles suit him much better now,
And his face is the cutest paradox,
His childhood is always apparent.

वे बहुत ख़ुश थे जब मैं पैदा हुआ था,
अब मैं बहुत ख़ुश हूँ जब वे हो रहे हैं 60 के,
परंतु वे वृद्ध होंगे तो थोड़ा उदास भी हूँ,
प्रौढ़ावस्था में वे अधिक चतुर हो रहे हैं,
झुर्रियाँ अब बहुत बेहतर लगती हैं,
और उनका चेहरा सबसे प्यारा विरोधाभास है,
उनका बचपन हमेशा प्रत्यक्ष होता है।
My father's birthday is tomorrow on the 12th of May, 2016.

His government service now reaches superannuation and by the end of this month he retires from a highly successful career at ICAR - National Dairy Research Institute, Karnal.

My HP Poem #1070
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Dec 2016
Innovation
Àŧùl Dec 2016
In our research work at the lab,
We are getting positive results,
But just for one gene we get them.

TFF3, the sole positive expression,
TFF1 & TFF2 expressions're -ve,
But we will try another tissue now.

We just tried the umbilical cord yet,
Now I have suggested more,
We now need two more tissues.

TFF1 or sP2, may well be extracted,
Purified from the intestinal tissue,
And its expression maybe seen...

TFF2 or sP1, may well be extracted,
Purified from the spleen tissues,
For its expression to be seen...
My HP Poem #1356
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
The formal union after some more years,
After the flow-away of those familial tears,
We will play together after some more years,
After escape from those few familiar tears,
The sunny beach-trip on our honeymoon.
My HP Poem #349
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2015
Nothing can do us apart except your own ego.
My HP Poem #869
©Atul Kaushal
999 · Dec 2013
23rd Of December
Àŧùl Dec 2013
Today I completed 23 years,
It's been a really long time,
Since I shed any of my tears,
Even when I felt like crying.

Though blessed with rebirth,
I used to feel forsaken in life.
Sulking in the sadder shades,
Escaping to the blues felt easy.

Tears stayed behind the lids.
Imploding into myself forever,
Singing the saddest of songs,
Ever felt the sadness to stay?

That day I met you in myself,
I had felt like meeting myself.
Slow & steady, we come closer.
Especially for me, you descend.
Tears of loneliness held back by a mature conscience,
I had feared for myself, staying unsatisfied forever.
You have come like a promising dream to me,
How may I be thankful enough to you ever?

I thank you, my friend, for descending in my life as the greatest constant there ever will be in my life.

Thank you.

My HP Poem #503
©Atul Kaushal
999 · Sep 2017
My Dear Love
Àŧùl Sep 2017
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
I just dreamed of someone as cute.

Crazy & loving to fall for my love,
Amazing it is for me to get her love,
Reading her truthful heart in love,
Exactly the lover I wanted to love.

Another dream it seems temporary,
Boastful we will not be ever here,
Ostensibly she loves me to be near,
Ultimate heartfelt emotions surface,
Targeting my efforts I will be for you.

Your divine heart inside is so cute,
Of forever separation I have fears,
Uncountable heartbreaks scare.....
My HP Poem #1659
©Atul Kaushal
998 · Dec 2012
Villainous Laughter!
Àŧùl Dec 2012
HA-HA-HA!
They surround me in the middle,
Their maniacal laughter pierces my ears!

HA-HA-HA!!
They group lick their lips around me,
They bring out their knives ready for lunch!

HA-HA-HA!!!*
They stab me with all their crystal knives,
But What Kills Me Is Their *Villainous Laughter!
© Atul Kaushal
997 · Feb 2015
Untold Saga
Àŧùl Feb 2015
There is a saga in your glittery eyes,
It is hidden by your sweetest smiles.
Tanning with time I tell not any lies,
Come let's walk slow for few miles...

All of the roses lack such cute poses,
Your face is the zenith of innocence.
For you & me a bright future awaits,
Read a saga in its image in my eyes..

Goes away that bleakness of future,
As I get a look at your face so divine.
Smile o life dear & just hold on here,
The saga is of success & a happy life.
Dear, have full confidence and prepare honestly.
I believe that you can do it.

My HP Poem #784
©Atul Kaushal
995 · Sep 2024
Sing, Smile, Laugh
Àŧùl Sep 2024
I remember that I had promised,
That girl from Chandigarh,
I had promised...

I promised to sing,
So, in her memory, I sing...

I promised to smile,
So, in her memory, I smile..

I also promised to laugh,
So, in her memory, I laugh.
My HP Poem #1995
©Atul Kaushal
995 · Jan 2016
Craving
Àŧùl Jan 2016
This heart will now crave,
For the love which nobody gave,
I'm feelin' like a dead man in a grave.

I carry singly my lonely zeal,
Now this heart won't soon heal,
Except heartbreak nothing's real.

This heart has suffered a wound,
Feels like its clock has unwound,
A baby deep inside wails around.
My HP Poem #963
©Atul Kaushal
995 · Jun 2017
Fails
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Oh how conveniently I often fail,
But not that my arms I do not flail.
Neither that soldier spirit ebbs away,
Nor this fighting spirit will ever sway.

What is wrong with my health,
Why all my systems get derailed.
Have I not lost so much of wealth,
How I avoid this approaching death.
May be a bad news for a few of you,
But as a good news for some of you,
Multiple systems in my body now fail.
I am not sure where I will land,
If in heaven or in hell,
If there exists a life after death,
I will await your ascent right there only.

If I die, ask my father for the password.

My HP Poem #1576
©Atul Kaushal
992 · Jul 2019
Pink Eyes
Àŧùl Jul 2019
Here it goes... :-)
So, you descended from those skies,
The moment I saw those pink eyes,
I fell from grace believing those lies,
Bewildered I was seeing your eyes.

Of angels you're a priceless princess,
This is the most real fact in my life.

Unbelievable beauty met my eyes,
Of those herons you're ******,
You are my story's heroine.

Everything about you is so beautiful,
Very trustworthy & honest you are,
Often times you come to my dreams,
Loving this new journey I am to bits.

I am addicted and you are my drug.
My HP Poem #1752
©Atul Kaushal
992 · Aug 2013
7 & I (Part I)
Àŧùl Aug 2013
There're no lucky or unlucky,
No benign or cancerous,
Nonsense or sensible,
Bitter or sweet,
Numbers.
But,
Apparently,
There's a strange,
Number in every life,
Insignificant but important,
Like there's number 7 for me.
Read 7 & I (Part II), to better understand this poem.

My HP Poem #399
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Yes, today I tell you about naïvety,
Our bright moments all got faded,
Up high above the sky love took you,
Raze you did my love to ground.

Hardworking is a trait of the naïve,
Escaping is the trait of others.
As innocent they might behave,
They might not be dupable.

Innocent people work dedicatedly,
Not the saying the same for smart ones.

Yelp they often for help,
Often they do so for ease,
Underworking lifelong,
Resting most of the time.

Lies you construed for convenience,
Infinite and uncountable lies,
Fife of carelessness you played,
Especially in your romantic life.

Wish they do for an easy life,
Ill they unintentionally wish for you,
Long they will for an expert,
Lastly they will follow their lazy heart.

Teeming with tears your eyes are left,
An aching heart eventually gives away,
Keen to relax with your love they are,
Eastward or westward escape won't help you.

You will rue your actions one day,
Our memories you might forget,
Unto paradise youth will not come.

Down the whirlpool of memories I sink,
Of your guilt you will also feel bad,
Win my heart you did with your naïvety,
Now you are matured as self-centred.

Taste you will many serums,
Of different people they will be.

Another Atul won't cross your way.

Bringing any friends won't help,
Ringing any relatives won't either,
Of loneliness it will be a big hell,
The dome of love you despise,
Have it your way right now,
Enjoy now when you can,
L*ife will settle scores...
I want my heart back.

HP Poem #1295
©Atul Kaushal
989 · Sep 2016
Constipating The Believers
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I love these aircrafts rambling overhead,
Fighter jets they practise for the J-day,
But the judgement day never comes,
And forever its threat looms here,
Scaring all the civilians to ****,
Just constipating our minds,
In the lovely ugly paradox.
This is about the problem with the Jihadis.

HP Poem #1149
©Atul Kaushal
989 · Jul 2017
Force
Àŧùl Jul 2017
A gorgeous formula for force is:
F=dp/dt or F=d(m.v)/dt
By employing mass into velocity.
This formula uses the momentum
To elucidate the force involved
And to deduce the frontage
Of any effect developed
My HP Poem #1625
©Atul Kaushal
989 · Nov 2016
Her Beauty Was
Àŧùl Nov 2016
She was so beautiful,
Yes, she was gorgeous.
But then she was young,
Yes, when she was young.
She was really very strong,
Yes, she was really stronger.
But so sad, all is in past tense,
She turns so badly treacherous.
Kissed me in the dark secretly,
Such a fickle hearted beauty.
HP Poem #1237
©Atul Kaushal
988 · Oct 2016
Baneful Boon
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Love has always been a baneful boon,
Neither the sun sunk nor rose the moon,
That promised evening never broke cocoon,
How much I dreamed for she never let me say,
I only kept waiting & just an idea took her away,
Time is said to pay nice but it instead made me pay.
All I am left with is love & memories, and a right hand.
I don't have any of her photographs now.

HP Poem #1170
©Atul Kaushal
986 · Jul 2017
Niké Says
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Just
Don't
Qu
it**

And it has encouraged me,
Even my parents tell me so,
Just as my compelling spirit.
My HP Poem #1628
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
There're two ways of being unique.
One is by being inspirational to all..
The other is by being corrupting to all...
You will be accepted by all in your contact..
You just have to be straight, normal and you'll be happy.
Being straight is much more exciting than being homosexual.

I have accepted being straight is a much more sensible thing.

Try to be different the honest way than being homosexual.

It's against the laws of nature and love to be homosexual.

Homosexuality is a psychotic disorder that can be treated.

Try not to restrain oneself from commenting against the homosexual psyche.

To the homosexual people who are looking for ways of criticism for this piece of sound advice:

Just ask yourself in the mirror whether you have never felt embarrassed inside your own mind when you foolishly declare your homosexuality in front of the world without any problem.

My HP Poem #451
©Atul Kaushal
985 · Oct 2016
Truly Entirely Yours
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Every minute I will wait for you,
I am sure you will make it worthwhile,
Because I am truly entirely yours.
HP Poem #1173
©Atul Kaushal
985 · Dec 2012
The Only Solution?
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Yeah!
The ****** Good-For-Nothings!
The Undue Weight On Society!
They Are Not Men!
They Don't Deserve To Be Men!
Castrate The ****** Rapists!

Yeah!!
The ****** Good-For-Nothings!!
The Junk Material Of Society!!
They Put Their Hands On Others' Sisters!!
They Need To Be Satisfied Forever!!
So Castrate The ****** Rapists!!

Yeah!!!
The Only Solution That Is!!!
The Permanent Extinguishing Of Their Thirst!!!
They Need Their Hands Cut Off!!!
They Invite The Final Solution!!!
Just Castrate The ****** Rapists!!!
© Atul Kaushal
985 · Dec 2014
Toothpick
Àŧùl Dec 2014
They have constituted police for the maintenance of our societal masks,
They have further institutionalized education for our apparent welfare,
They have set up laws & language not exactly meant to be abused.
But how much meaning can it justify?

After all, in the end we still need to brush our teeth after the toothpick.
Me and she live in a difficult society,
We know the calculated risks & dangers,
Yes we do give each other ample space and we have our lessons - all past, present and future lessons.

We will succeed and be united in the end surpassing all the dangers.

Our names will be remembered by the world, 'Drona' & Kripi.

My HP Poem #697
©Atul Kaushal
984 · Dec 2016
The Fabled Alcmene
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I am not Hercules who needs Alcmene,
But I am someone who definitely needs love.
My heart is so clean I do not need a pure body,
When my soul is like an innocent dove.
HP Poem #1337
©Atul Kaushal
980 · Mar 2013
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
979 · Apr 2017
I Like Risk
Àŧùl Apr 2017
That's why I walked right into her
While I knew she would change
Because change is so natural
She just stepped in my life
And pupate out one fine day
But she will not come back here
Whatever that was thought or said!

For she is just another butterfly,
And I'm not looking for insects.
My HP Poem #1508
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2018
I am the soul that you have regained,
I am even the best crush you ever had.
I am the love story that will never end,
I am yours as if I have always been yours.
I am always ready to adjust and to bend,
I am ready just for you and only for you.
I am proud to stay happy with you only...
My HP Poem #1697
©Atul Kaushal
979 · Nov 2019
You Are My Happiness
Àŧùl Nov 2019
You are my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey.
You're my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey.
I am your life-force,
You dunno it yet, honey.

Live close to me,
You do...
Live with me,
You do...
If you're not here, oh honey,
What's my identity...
If you're not here, oh honey,
What's my identity?

You're attached to me,
You dunno it yet, honey...
You're attached to me,
You dunno it yet, honey...
I'm your attachment,
You dunno it yet, honey...
You're my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey...
I'm your life-force,
You dunno it yet, honey...
Translation of my original song titled
"Tu Hai Meri Khushi"
https://youtu.be/RG76uwli4F8
Circa August 14, 2009.
My HP Poem #1795
©Atul Kaushal
978 · Jul 2017
Zephyr Sagittarius
Àŧùl Jul 2017
The most gorgeous girl in the world,
I* remember *Pragya by her anonym,
Now all I have are her memories,
Yes they are sweet and delicious.

Real life angel she was my friend,
Each day in her company was good,
Memories of us smiling together,
Early riser she so inspired me,
Maybe she does not have time,
Busy she is too much for memories,
Regal used to be her elegant smiles,
Again I hope that I come across her,
No one is immortal but memories are,
Centuries ago maybe I had known her,
Every memory I can recollect sharply.
Pragya also had her surname as Mehra but she's unrelated to anyone here.

I miss her and the days spent with her.

Her sunsign is Sagittarius and she chose Zephyr as a suitable nickname for herself.

My HP Poem #1645
©Atul Kaushal
978 · Aug 2013
Inspiration
Àŧùl Aug 2013
The pleasant voice
Was muted up by
Circumstances.

The outgoing guy
Was holed up by
Ill-health.

The guy aged 19-years
Was shattered up by
Destiny.

The parents' only child
Was then threatened by
Death.

The belief in love
Was broken up by
Misfortune.

The die-hard lover
Was stirred up by
You.

The poet inside me*
Was woken up by
Time...
There's no sun each day that rises or sets for me sans your name on my mind.

The guy aged 19 years as mentioned above is now aged 22 years and is in love with a girl aged barely 16 years.

7 Paragraphs of My Biography moulded to poetry.

My HP Poem #396
©Atul Kaushal
977 · Feb 2014
Romance A to Z
Àŧùl Feb 2014
As we lead our lives,
Boring or interesting,
Calm and caring for it,
Dealing the problems,
Elevating our quality,
Freshening up daily,
Greatly upscaling,
Happy smiles,
Intimately,
Jerking threats away,
Kissing happiness,
Leading  brighter,
Much  more  long,
Newer  &  higher,
Over  the  clouds,
Pouring hot love,
Queer  above  all,
Resting  relieved,
Staring night sky,
Treetops craning,
Up onto the stars,
Violins  of nature,
Waking  up fresh,
Xenophilia popping,
Yearning divine sin,
Zesty opera of our lives.
My idea of our romance in torchlight!
Another concrete poetry from me.
The Romantic Torch

Not an electronic torch but an Olympic Torch kind-one.

My HP Poem #525
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Because the government announces only some money as a compensation.
Because the press makes much hue and cry for some days only as a story.
Because the civilians can only shed a few tears before finally moving over.

Because I don't want my mother to cry over my mutilated corpse one day.
Because I don't even want my father to stand numbed over my dead body.
Because I don't ever want an angel - my angel to cry over my lifeless body.

Because I don't want to come back mangled remains & cause them winch.
Because I don't want to come back ever with a conscience guilty of killing.
Because I don't want to come back hands filled of instrumental blood ever.

Not at all like that because I fear the bullets searing my soldier's body in life.
Not at all like that because I fear bombs blasting up my body organs away.
Not at all like that because I fear ******* enemies ambushing me from rear.

Not at all like that because I have a soft heart or that I can't shoot my target.
Not at all like that because I have a sympathetic stand towards the enemies.
Not at all like that because I have a low level of love for our national virtues.

Not at all like that because I don't want my friends to ever lament upon me.
Not at all like that because I don't want my future children to get to know it.
Not at all like that because I don't want my fresh hobbies stay unrecognized.

Not to mention how all of the civilians and the press make much hue & cry.
Not to mention how all the topics they choose are only useless T.R.P.-based.
Not to mention how all of the time the soldiers spend under such conditions.
My HP Poem #267
©Atul Kaushal
975 · Feb 2015
I Was Reborn
Àŧùl Feb 2015
A 2nd chance in this life on Earth just felt so unplanned & unpleasant and seemed unwanted until I met you.

After having met you, I feel the need of immortality & impossibility of dying a lonely death with wine.

Aspiring to churn out a fine man out of me I search & destroy my bad points so I am the best for you.
My HP Poem #788
©Atul Kaushal
974 · Oct 2016
Bending Over
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I had been bending over,
I used to do that for her.
Little did she ever hear,
Seldom she treasured ever.

Maybe I just can't get enough,
Never she went astray, though.
Determinedly I wasn't tough,
She managed to spoil the dough.

Perhaps life would someday shine,
Someone might come my way.
And then she'll be mine,
On this life's highway.
HP Poem #1169
©Atul Kaushal
973 · Feb 2016
Some Fears Affirmed
Àŧùl Feb 2016
How I watched them ruin their marriage,
And of course my childhood was lost in soliloquy.
I talked to myself more than others - they found it normal,
And I still continue that habit - nobody cares.
Now I watched myself fail again, again and yet again,
None can even imagine - let alone sensing my pain.
My HP Poem #1013
©Atul Kaushal
973 · Jan 2017
Jockey
Àŧùl Jan 2017
My heart retired a jockey,
A disc jockey,
Composing and singing songs.

Now I am so much tired,
It is so tired,
Of all the heartbreaks they gave.
My HP Poem #1367
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
We were higher above the entire planet,
And maybe you are afraid of heights.
I tried to conserve the relationship,
But so scared you jumped off it..
Come, hold my hand again,
Why scared of the pain...
Come where sky is not the limit.
HP Poem #1289
©Atul Kaushal
970 · Jul 2013
Vengeful Act
Àŧùl Jul 2013
He went to her home in late hours.
She had invited him intentionally.
He reached late in the midnight.
She had long prepared for him.
He smelled roses & lavender.
She had deliberated them.
He had no clue about it.




And just as you are searching for more,
The poem takes an unexpected sharp turn!
She pulled out the dagger and she had no regret thrusting it into his unfaithful chest that smelled of various ladies.

My HP Poem #361
©Atul Kaushal
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