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918 · Jan 2015
Presumptions
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I know not how I get projected as a shy guy,
Weird presumption, I would now just say.

People come speak to me for like a few hours,
They just don't interest me enough to invite replies.

But most often, it happens in the classrooms!
Teachers are oftentimes the ones with this complaint!

Is only some overtly tough subject eligible for my thoughts,
For my words, for my questions and for my answers?
A funny thought that came to my mind.

:-D :-D :-D
:-P

My HP Poem #727
©Atul Kaushal

50 more poems till I take a long vacation from writing new poetry.
918 · Jul 2015
Torrential Rain
Àŧùl Jul 2015
Me & you got stuck at the club,
But there's nothing to worry bud,
As we don't intend to go home,
In the torrential rain we can't either.

So come closer to embrace me,
Don't fear the thunderstorm dear,
Nothing to lose - memories to gain,
Just enjoy the tip-tip sound of rain.
A spontaneous poem that I wrote after I got inspired from a video call with my mate while it was raining and I was playing badminton inside the sports club building.

My HP Poem #891
©Atul Kaushal
917 · Oct 2016
1960
Àŧùl Oct 2016
The Pill was invented then,
And humanity lost all its morals finally.
Girls started using The Pill,
And now *** is for recreational purposes.
Birth control lost its meaning,
And condoms were now used just for fun.
The Pill came and all morality was lost.
HP Poem #1184
©Atul Kaushal
917 · Jun 2016
Far Away Shores
Àŧùl Jun 2016
Listening to the stories of lands far away,
Oftentimes finding the golden sheen,
L**ured away by a buttery light.
Indian men & sometimes women are lured away by the prospect of a better life to lands far away.

My HP Poem #1087
©Atul Kaushal
916 · Oct 2013
The Devil's Double
Àŧùl Oct 2013
I wonder what it'd be like having to be darkness's son,
What if I was really the devil himself and what if I had a double?

Terrorizing the subjects of darkness all the time I'd relish,
Ignoring the other ladies I come to your heaven for some peace.

Tired I'm if of all this devilry and feel exhausted so I need rest,
My double will then impersonate me playing my role where I can't.
A poem inspired by a Hollywood flick of the same title.
My HP Poem #445
©Atul Kaushal
916 · Apr 2017
Too Tired To Live On
Àŧùl Apr 2017
I am too tired to live on,
The memories are bitter.

I am so tired to love on,
Karma is a stinkin' thin'.

I am far more interested in death,
As I live a ghoulish life in loneliness.
My HP Poem #1474
©Atul Kaushal
915 · 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
914 · Nov 2016
If You Think
Àŧùl Nov 2016
If you think that I shall shy away,
Concede my defeat at their hands,
Then you have never been yourself,
And you have never known Atul,
You have just known your defeat,
If you think that I will let you...

No, I am not a loser in life,
I have such remaining time,
When atrophy won't hurt me,
And death won't do us apart,
You just know my name,
If you had known me, you won't be leaving...

Leaving me in my labyrinthine thoughts,
Of why you left without a good reason,
Why me being so faithful wasn't enough,
Oh how the worldly vices attracted you,
More than I ever could've managed to,
Loving you is the sole motto of my life...
HP Poem #1268
©Atul Kaushal
913 · Mar 2014
Yesterday, Today
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Yesterday, it was all so gloomy,
Yesterday, it was all so grim,
But of course, it was yesterday.

Today, it is all so happy,
Today, it is all so fun,
But of course, it is today.

Yesterday, all hope was gone,
Yesterday, all here was tears,
But o'course, 'twas yesterday.

Today, all hope is back,
Today, all here smile,
But o'course, 'tis today.

Yes I feel the difference dear,
I feel happy in the best way,
The reason is you, yes you.
My HP Poem #561
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
And I replied:

*"मगर यकीन है मुझे,
अगर ज़्यादा पास तुम आई,
तो मैं तुम्हें भी खो दूँगा।
Magar yakeen hai mujhe,
Agar zyaada paas tum aayi,
To main tumhe bhi kho dunga.

दोस्त ही ठीक हैं हम,
नंबर मांगती हो तुम,
मैं एक की जगह दो दूँगा।
Dost hi theek hain hum,
Number maangti ** tum,
Main ek ki jagah do dunga.

+९१८९५०९३२४५६
+९१७०१५५६९६१४
+918950932456
+917015569614"
­
"But I am sure about it,
If you come closer to me,
Then I will lose you as well.

We are okay as just friends,
You ask for my number,
Have 2 instead of one.

+918950932456
+917015569614"
My HP Poem #1595
©Atul Kaushal
912 · 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
911 · May 2016
Relative Summers
Àŧùl May 2016
Your midnight hour is my midday,
The sun blazes red hot overhead,
Your hotrod is much more cool,
The people here're just expended,
Your calm moon is our blazing sun.

The midnight here is lost in cooling,
Your 125ºF will be our 52ºC,
We get that often.

But you never get that normally.
Well, this is our story from the other side of the globe in May-June.

My HP Poem #1077
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
(I am woken up by her honey-sweet voice in the morning.)
She:  Good morning honey!
Me:  Good morning baby!
(I yawn my mouth wide as I say that.)
(She smiles & replies tauntingly as she pulls my ear lovingly.)
She:  Seems you had a laborious night!
Me:  Yeah, a really laborious one indeed.
(Even I smile as I remember the last night; full of spice.)
(Now she bends towards the side-table and fetches coffee.)
She:  Hmmm... I've prepared coffee for you darling, you were asleep.
Me:  Oh dear, should I say thanks or kiss you again!?
(I move my body forward from the sheets craning my neck - the cutlery makes tinkling noise.)
(She cackles and barely maintains her balance as she retracts herself.)
She:  Seems you're still undone, my naughty boy!
Me:  Ah! How truer could you be, kiss me again!
(I offer my lips as I take the cup offered by her.)
(She smiles and just gives a brief peck on my lips with hers.)
She:  Now we should get our day started, otherwise we'd get late.
Me:  What did you just say!? We'd get laid? Oh I'd love to!
(I muster an apt piece of laughter for both of us.)
(She looks even more angelic as she laughingly pulls both my ears & cheeks.)
She:  Get out of the bed, you naughty boy!
Me:  Aye-aye madam! And I'll be hungry soon after getting done with my morning duties.
(I say greedily to invite another sweet smile from my angel-faced woman.)
(She seems to be ready for that and says in a learned manner.)
She:  So my dear hubby, what would you have for breakfast?
Me:  I'd have you with cheese & salt, milk & sugar and lots of love!
(I say that cheekily hoping to make her blush.)
(She blushes and turns towards the kitchen, I follow to help her.)
A futuristic piece of poetry.
My HP Poem #323
©Atul Kaushal
909 · Oct 2021
End Of The Great War
Àŧùl Oct 2021
Here it comes,
The great war it's called.
Stuck you're since eons,
But good news comes with the herald.

The war will be over soon,
You can finally return home.
Don't celebrate your loss,
You lost many friends.

Those friends that died,
You sang melodies with them.
Melodies to the Goddess of death,
Melodies to the wife at home.

Now be strong,
And move along.
For they are dead,
And the dead don't return.

This war showed you a lot,
A lot that matters to you.
Friends are like leaves,
They are lost in the wind.
My HP Poem #1945
©Atul Kaushal
909 · Jul 2016
I Might, I Think
Àŧùl Jul 2016
I might smile, I might laugh,
But happily, I think so not.
12 Word Poem

My HP Poem #1095
©Atul Kaushal
908 · Nov 2017
You Have Me And I Have You
Àŧùl Nov 2017
Oh my darling, I really love you,
You have me and I have you,
I'm happy and so are you.

We are yet to meet for real,
Every pain of yours I do feel,
Each other we started to heal.

I am so sure about the two of us,
Relax and enjoy having faith in us,
I am making my life so large for us.

We used to be alone but no more,
Now we're together with each other,
For you I will permanently be there.

This I shall always and forever repeat,
Together each hardship we shall beat,
These moments, away they'll never fleet.

Loving you I've found myself again,
I'm relieved of the never-ending pain,
And I'm so grateful for your love's rain.

I am here with my magical love,
You observe my ingenuity, my love,
'Coz you're the actually magical dove!
My HP Poem #1680
©Atul Kaushal
908 · Aug 2013
I'm Sorry (Romantic)
Àŧùl Aug 2013
I am really sorry her younger sister,
Don't mean to spoil your fun but really,
You would not get to tease her forever!

I am really sorry her little brother,
Don't mean to take your artist away,
You would not get her to do charts!

I am really sorry her strict mother,
Don't mean to insult you but we'll elope,
You would not get to polish her by scolding!

I am really sorry her loving father,
Don't mean to question your upbringing,
You would not get to love her as much as me!

Oh my dream-most-real how I wait for you,
The brush of these twigs of the love tree,
I will gulp the swigs of tears belonging to you!

Oh my young inspiration how I love you,
The gush of the potion of our love is awaited,
We will have a toast of happiness each!

Oh my young companion how I require you,
The lush gardens of love expect us really soon,
Come to my street forever I wait for *you!
Just in case if you noticed,
This poem as well like my life,
Starts with 'I' and ends with 'you'!

My HP Poem #389
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
But a really dire bitter resentment still stays,
Languishing in my memory are those days,
When she was directionless I guided her,
When she felt loveless I pampered her,
It was when she felt physically unfit,
Then I instilled confidence in her,
My social work's she is an heir.
HP Poem #1204
©Atul Kaushal
906 · May 2015
Never
Àŧùl May 2015
Never kiss if you don't mean it with actual love.
Never promise if you would probably break it one day.
Hearts can get shattered & never love again.
People can perish in the self-lit fires of guilt, insult & pain.
Oh how I wish the world realizes & respects the value of true love.

Only if the world realized the value of faithful love,
It would surely have been the best place to live,
Nobody would want to give up, weep and leave.

Learn being faithful to your partner in love,
Everyone be a faithful lover, husband or wife,
For it is not a rave party our life condemned by witches,
And of course we are humans not dogs or *******,
Learn love, higher love, it's about time.
Inspired not from my personal life but from general observations.

Never make fun of true love.

Don't please insult truer feelings by sharing your body just with anybody who you possibly don't love.

My HP Poem #856
©Atul Kaushal
906 · Feb 2014
Missing You, Dear
Àŧùl Feb 2014
Tell you about how I miss you,
All the time I want to kiss you!

But I seriously control myself,
I keep myself busy somehow!

Study academic stuff so often,
Poems each day I write for us!

Even you write poems for me,
But you must study ten times!

Because even you know how,
How important it is to study!!
For a brighter tomorrow,
For dreams to come true.

So please do not mind studies,
Personal experience speaking.

My HP Poem #545
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
She is from Amritsar,
Home to the Golden Temple,
And a historically important city.

He is from Karnal,
Home for some research,
And Indian Milk Revolution..

She is still innocent,
Drawn to his charming self,
And that too quite righteously...

He is experienced,
Drawn to her innocence,
And is always there for her....

She is very receptive,
Often listens to his advice,
And much to her advantage.....

He is most supportive,
Showing her lighted path,
And so for her is all of him......

Both replace all pairs,
Many poets know of them,
And Mystery-Atul just rejoice.......
My HP Poem #566
©Atul Kaushal
905 · Nov 2013
Mirror Rhyme
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Tale | elaT
Of | fO
A | A
Mirror | rorriM
Is | sI
Best | tseB
Told | dloT
By | yB
Itself | flestI
And | dnA
Not | toN
On | nO
E-Paper. | .repa9-3
My HP Poem #481
©Atul Kaushal
905 · Aug 2016
The Climax
Àŧùl Aug 2016
Anticipating a positive end result,
I give it my best attempt,
'Coz the anti-****** is not desired.

Love depends on my career in life,
I have kindled the dream,
For long enough to let you go now.
Call me a psychopath, Krispy, but I am only mature enough to not give up on myself and hold on to the dream I saw with you.

My HP Poem #1113
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
The driver did not stop,
He did not fear any cop,
Human heads he was to chop.

Made a red purée of humans,
He read Satanic Verses,
It's a religion of peace.
Sweden bleeds.

My HP Poem #1485
©Atul Kaushal
903 · Nov 2013
How She Coils Up In Her Bed
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Thinking about me,
She starts longing,
For me & my touch.

She coils in her bed,
Missing me she smiles,
The pillow in her clutch.

Twinkling in the sockets,
The two dwindling stars,
She sinks deep in the bed.

But she could only imagine it,
How my manly touch would be,
Soft & sensual or strong & rough.

Pitch dark nights she spends awake,
Whispering my name from far away,
She swings alone in crests & troughs.

Missing me dearly & often complains,
Satiating her with my words & poems,
That's all that I could supply her with.
Just wait for a day after few years for us to meet.

Inverted Wine Flask

My HP Poem #478
©Atul Kaushal
903 · Nov 2013
History Maker
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Me: I am a weird guy.
You: Well, who isn't weird?
Me: True enough, but I am a bit more weird.
You: Alright, go on, tell me your story.
Me: I met with a life-threatening road accident.
You: So what, several do, even I did.
Me: I was in a 23-day comatose state.
You: That's interesting, what had happened?
Me: I was hit by this idiot on the highway.
You: Who was at mistake - you or him?
Me: Both, I was over-speeding and he turned without any indication.
You: What was your approximate speed that day?
Me: Around 90, it's a highway, you can't expect me to drag my bike below that speed.
You: Alright, but in the end your life went off the track.
Me: My fourth semester exams were going to be held 10 days later, I was made to shift my college due to circumstances.
You: That means you're at loss in the end, what happened to the other biker?
Me: A good man took me to the hospital and noted the other bike's registration number.
You: You are still at loss.
Me: Yes and no. I have accepted that the accident had happened.
You: What happened with your studies?
Me: I started life again at the new college sans any older friends but I have performed what they term 'miraculous' as I cleared 10 examinations at a go instead of the regular 5 examinations to end a semester.
You: Very good, but be careful now on. (Admiring me inside)
This is not a poem, merely an example of how people who are talking to me react if they come to know about the accident.
902 · Feb 2017
Eufeminism!
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Her feminism is more of self-discovery,
Although I am not intending to insult it,
Than it is about empowering females,
Even I am a feminist essentially...

Sometimes she fails to find sense,
Horribly so and ever non repeated,
Even she herself might laugh inside..

Maybe she is adamant right now,
E**arn I will her love someday surely.
My HP Poem #1454
©Atul Kaushal
901 · Aug 2013
7 & I (Part II)
Àŧùl Aug 2013
There's a prime example,
Which reflects the importance,
Of number 7 in my life.

It's the sequence of my rebirth,
In real world after an accident,
On '7th' of May, 2010 which put,
Me to the horror of my family,
Into a comatose state..

Now before you start taking 7,
As an unlucky number for me,
Let me tell you that my story is,
Far from over yet as I am alive,
After surviving the serious injuries,
From the accident that the doctors feared,
And I braved death in the HDU number 7.
Read Part I of this work to make any sense of it all.
I was in the ICU number 5 at the Sir Ganga Ram's Hospital located at New Delhi and after that I was shifted to HDU number 7.


An ICU is more serious than a HDU.

Intensive Care Unit
High Dependency Unit

My HP Poem #398
©Atul Kaushal
900 · Aug 2014
Pacifier
Àŧùl Aug 2014
Oh my angry youthful lover,
This is a poem to pacify you.

You are angry since forever,
I feel so lonely without you.

Please forgive my ignorance,
I'm going to take care of you.

Don't be angry, drink water,
I learnt a lesson, you're right.

You are truly like me inside,
As possessive and as caring.
My HP Poem #659
©Atul Kaushal
899 · Jun 2016
There's A Lot More
Àŧùl Jun 2016
There's a lot more to life,
A lot more than just love.
My HP Poem #1092
©Atul Kaushal
899 · Mar 2014
I Am Missing You
Àŧùl Mar 2014
We haven't ever met yet,
Deep in hearts we have.

I'm missing playfulness,
I miss you pinching me.

I'm missing your laugh,
I miss that tickling you.

I'm missing the shyness,
I miss your naughtiness.

We haven't touched yet,
Already I am missing it.
My HP Poem #563
©Atul Kaushal
899 · Feb 2014
Prestidigitator
Àŧùl Feb 2014
I have been hypnotized,
You've really jinxed me,
Such are your charms...
Loving me presdigitator,
Was a very lovely stake,
Kissing me in dreams...
Having loved me fullest,
Xeroxing all your traits,
Oh you have loved me...
Zesty & savory flavours,
Celebrating the festival,
Asking not what is love...
Barring nothing we feel,
Drafting the instrument,
The instrument of love...
Picking colorful flowers,
Years to follow decades,
Everything seems cute...
Unique friends we are,
Guests in garden of life,
Jaded our relationship...
Frisking different angles,
Many plans still being set,
Nearer to our hearts daily...
Version old never scaring,
Quickly vanishing worries...
Each first word of each line in this poem starts from a unique letter and all alphabets are covered exactly once.

My HP Poem #524
©Atul Kaushal
898 · Apr 2013
Quill & Parchment
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I want to go back in time.
No, not just a few years.
No, not even till earlier than my birth.

I want to go back in time.
Full two hundred years.
Yes, I want to get a set of quill & parchment.

I want to come back to this time.
Complete two hundred years.
People might ask me, 'Why do you want to do all this?'

I want to travel time surely.
And reach back to this time securely.
I want to fetch just a pair of quill & parchment.

I want to travel time surely.
People would surely discourage me.
But all I want is to be back with quill & parchment.

I want to travel time back & forth.
People would ask me why.
Even you would want to know the reason.

I want to travel & get antique quill & parchment for writing love letters to you.
Yes, I want to make it appear classic.
People would tell me that I could get the same even in today's world.

But I still want to travel time & fetch antique quill & parchment.
Yes, perhaps I'm crazy - crazy for you.
Now the people would understand why I want to travel time.
And if they don't, I don't care about them not getting the point.
I just want you to grasp the pulse of this poem, baby.
My HP Poem #184
© Atul Kaushal
897 · Jul 2013
Tranquillity of Love
Àŧùl Jul 2013
There was a torturous time back then,
I was holed up in the homely prison,
For committing no perfect crimes,
I was in serious mental trouble.

The happy days were not a distant memory,
I was greeted with mental & physical pain,
As for then I had been greeted with pain,
The ****** pain seemed easier to suffer.

I used to reminisce myself of the golden days,
Of healthier & better days with happier ways,
Going with olden friends like maverick guys,
Cruel time snatched my ways of life always.

There was a better time prior to that time,
Then every night must be brightened up,
By another sunrise and sweet birdsong,
So was that hard time & the pain gone.

The evenings were again in mood,
The nights gave me a new full moon,
The Angel's warm encouraging embrace,
The incantation she said took the pain away.
You're the Angel of love for me,
My most faithful-best-ever friend.
You're also my youthful companion,
My unfaltering lamp in the dark of life.

The words from my heart don't deceive,
These plain eyes just say "I love you,"
This poem draws you closer to me,
The promise of love is shining.

My HP Poem #377
©Atul Kaushal
896 · Aug 2013
Someday Sooner
Àŧùl Aug 2013
Someday I'll finally graduate,
This tiring time will be over,
Yes it will be over finally.

Someday I'll own a 4-bedroom,
This house will then be gone,
Yes it will be comfortable.

Someday I'll hold your hand,
This shiny ring will be on it,
Yes it will be the wedding.
Someday sooner I'll be closer to you,
This cute smile in the head will be on your face,
Yes, I will see you smiling live in front of me.

My HP Poem #391
©Atul Kaushal
896 · Jul 2017
XodaRap
Àŧùl Jul 2017
An ugly beautiful relationship,
Or
A beautifully ugly relationship.

A faithfully faithless lover,
Or
A faithlessly faithful lover.
My HP Poem #1639
©Atul Kaushal
894 · Apr 2017
Realizations
Àŧùl Apr 2017
It is me who changed,
I now know who to blame.

For she is just like her self,
She didn't change at all.

No, I do not blame her,
For she is exactly the same.

She is just like she was,
Still video chatting clothless.

The difference is that I'm here,
The new one is overseas.

He has told me everything.
My HP Poem #1501
©Atul Kaushal
894 · May 2016
Conditions Apply
Àŧùl May 2016
She said,
"I am truly yours,"
And me,
I am a fool always.
Waiting,
To be cheated,
They always say,
"I have found someone better,
He's just like me & so compatible."


I had read her acceptance letter then,
She had promised me to love me,
I had even renamed myself,
For her, I took that step,
So long as lifelong.

Reading her old love letters,
I now realize its postmortem,
That I read none complete,
At the bottom of the offer,
Was written in small letters,
**"CONDITIONS APPLY"
My HP Poem #1076
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
"I love my 57474 Forever"*
A variation of this phrase,
Used to be my password everywhere.

Yes it was so easy to remember,
For each heartbeat repeated it,
And I could just not forget it ever.

But then she chose to walk out on me,
A rethink she gave not her decision,
And seemingly I am going to be lonely,
Not just for a day but forever & ever.
On a T9 keyboard with some memory,
The number 57474 will translate as her name.

My HP Poem #1573
©Atul Kaushal

PS: I've changed my password everywhere ever since she departed from my life.
890 · Apr 2015
It's Only Words
Àŧùl Apr 2015
My love is only a collection of words,
Words can not be strong themselves,
That's precisely why I try to improve.

I will be better than any other stars,
Eclipsing their lights in the daylight,
Hiding this ego for projecting yours.

None will be able to equal my light,
I take this hard time just like a test,
Showing path to my loved one's life.

Just have trust that I'll make it large,
My love won't rust as time passes by,
Only few more years to shine bright.

Tomorrow will be a good, right day,
Later it will be a better, perfect day,
My dear, this love we kindle will last.
My HP Poem #841
©Atul Kaushal
888 · Feb 2015
How Much I Love You
Àŧùl Feb 2015
How much I love you,
This I know not.
But never I can survive,
Separated from you.

Someone else looks at you,
This heart gets jealous.
It then gets difficult for me,
To manage my heart.
I must then make efforts,
Stone hearted I must get.
What you would know,
How much I love you.

I have often seen people,
They bear separation.
How they bear it I don't know,
Each day far feels a year.
Since how long I wait for you,
This I know not.
But never can I survive,
Separated from you.
A rough translation of a retro Hindi song named 'Humein Tumse Pyaar Kitna'.

My HP Poem #786
©Atul Kaushal
887 · May 2013
We Planted A Sapling
Àŧùl May 2013
It was on the 19th of June, 2012
That me and you became friends
And our similar tastes ensured it.

It blossomed in our shared love for poetry,
Nurtured by songs of love & future-hopes,
Flourished in our understanding natures.

Hopeful I am that our sun will rise,
Hopeful I am that our son will rise,
Hopeful I am that a daughter will rise too.
My HP Poem #255
©Atul Kaushal
886 · Oct 2017
Karma
Àŧùl Oct 2017
Your cuteness is my beauty,
Your prosperity is my lookout.

Your smile is my compatibility,
Your affection is my pout.

Your job is my duty,
Your happiness is my Karma.

Your satisfaction is my responsibility,
Your health is my Dharma.
Because you call me Sharma!
Ha ha ha!
You will love it when you read it.

Karma: Duty.
Dharma: Religion.

My HP Poem #1668
©Atul Kaushal
885 · Apr 2016
Which Angel|Witch Angle
Àŧùl Apr 2016
So cute like an Angel,
But about her only I felt so,
None of my friends thought so,
They could just have been jealous,
No body else thought so either,
But I just loved her purely,
So much like a father.
I didn't give more than a 'Hmpff' to people critical of her nature always.
All because I loveD her so much as if she was more of my child than my GF.
I guess that's where I failed, I couldn't identify her telltale symptoms of a psychopath.

I realize that it's only me who is responsible for my own emotional doom and no one else, I will now abandon the search for love.

My HP Poem #1063
©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
883 · Jun 2013
How Could I Tell You
Àŧùl Jun 2013
That Why I Love You.
I Can't Find Enough Words Ever.
What My Heart Says Is For You To Understand.
You Don't Know It Yet But You - Yes You Are My Happiness.
So Oh My Baby - I Can Just Say That I Love You.
And You Fill Up The Half Of Me.
And You Complete Me.
5, 9, 12, 15, 12, 9, 5
My HP Poem #294
©Atul Kaushal
881 · Jul 2016
Jealousy
Àŧùl Jul 2016
I can guarantee one thing with one hundred percent accuracy,
The moment you put your original display picture, many boys will go crazy,
And twice as many girls will contemplate suicide in jealousy.
This one is for my Sindhi friend Bhumika Fulwani!
She's so downright legitimately gorgeous!
The comedy about it is that she doesn't realise it yet.

I miss her poems, she did make few mistakes like plagiarising but she was unaware of the seriousness it means.

Some people here are just so hostile that instead of teaching her not to repeat it, they abused her emotionally and she was made to delete her account.

My HP Poem #1105
©Atul Kaushal
880 · 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 2015
I lay in my bedroom,
Near lifeless I was,
Hardly any movement,
Neither voluntarily,
Nor involuntarily,
To parents' utter disappointment,
And to their sadness.

I had never thought,
Not even dreamed,
Heavy felt every step,
Never so desperately,
Narrower felt each passage,
To my parents' daily observation,
And to their dismay.

But still they were strong,
Harder than diamond,
Impossible to shake their spirits,
Time admitted defeat in the end,
Thanks to their nerving nerves,
I could only muster strength,
And I walked upright again.
My HP Poem #937
©Atul Kaushal
879 · Mar 2013
Humanity's Worst Enemy!
Àŧùl Mar 2013
They say cigarrette & alcohol are something which humanity has innovated,

Intelligent - huh?

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