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878 · Oct 2014
Sensual Therapy
Àŧùl Oct 2014
"I am subjected to nightmares each night,"* she said from the other end of the line, "I am afraid to go to sleep every single night."

Her sobs echoed through my cellphone over the phone call as she continued, "I feel really tired of it all," and added after a small pause, "Death would be a more pleasant sight than this fright."

I spontaneously said, "Don't you get worried dear," I let her regain her breath before adding, *"It's only few more years that I make it big and we get married. Your nightmares will cease in my embrace each night."
My HP Poem #681
©Atul Kaushal
875 · May 2013
Love-Logic
Àŧùl May 2013
If there was any such thing for humans,
The elemental concept of true love would truely stand failed,
Right is the saying 'love is blind'.

We just like & dislike each other's habits,
So love is mere straight-forwardness, modification and attachment,
That together make up the concept of 'true love'.

Just dream on & on till you finally plan,
And get your love ultimately gaining their deepest of desires fulfilled,
This way you can decisively prove yourself to *none but you.
But this in no way depicts my indecisiveness
My HP Poem #229
©Atul Kaushal
875 · 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
Àŧùl Jun 2017
You tell me that you love me,
"Oh thank you!" I say.
But you aren't happy with the answer.

And you keep on telling me so,
"I don't know what else to say."
I can only ever manage this.

My heart has been broken badly,
I can't tell you anything gladly.
Please understand and let me be.
I am sorry Kalpana Arora.
My HP Poem #1589
©Atul Kaushal
874 · Jun 2014
Hey You There, Listen To Me
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Madame, I often tell you the Mantra to success in love.
What I ask of you is only patience in life my lover.
Patience can do you great favours of various flavours.

One more year of calm determination is what we need.
Each of your duties is what you require to pay heed.
I promise that time will give sweetest fruits of this seed.

Life is like a grapevine you will observe along the years.
It gets even better as you nurture it with good habits.
Do not hurry or worry as life would teach you in tidbits.
My HP Poem #650
©Atul Kaushal
874 · Mar 2013
Frenzy
Àŧùl Mar 2013
They dubbed me a flirt,
The dictionary says something else,
Someone who passes suggestive comments.

But I've never passed any,
But I've only plainly complimented,
Someone & anyone who deserved compliments..

My mistake is just that I'm truthful,
My pitcher of years has never been empty or full,
Someone can relieve me from this burden I carry on my chest...

I just got into a frenzy and killed all of them in my heart,
Yes they're the ones who misjudged my character,
I just put a nail to the coffin prepared.

I'm unsure how I'll survive without friends,
But I know who is to be blamed for it,
What you call God & me, myself.

Not certain about my righteousness,
But I'm certainly not wrong,
I'm a harmless guy.

But would they ever realize,
What they broke inside me,
Was greater than my heart.
Probably just had their fun,
Something they always seek,
But I'm not at all a cheap flirt.
© Atul Kaushal
874 · Oct 2015
The Angel She Actually Is
Àŧùl Oct 2015
She is my dream angel,
From each & every angle.

She is my dreamy fantasy,
From a dream so fantastic.

She is my sweet lover,
From the height she never lets us go lower.

Yes, she takes us Higher & Farther,
Together.

Knightly I feel,
Rightly I know,
I will be great,
Paradise clinched,
Inch by inch.

I know problems.

Louder is the love,
On both my ears,
Veils my tears,
Expressing it she comes.

Yes, she brings me joy,
On my lips she sits as a smile,
Under my nose I can feel her.
My HP Poem #904
©Atul Kaushal
873 · Sep 2016
What Happened?
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Tell me what happened,
What happened to the two of us?
What went so wrong,
Tell me if you know.
What you took offence at,
Have I said something so wrong,
Why have we separated both our ways,
Tell me if you happen to know,
What happened to the two of us?

Breaking away everything like this makes no sense,
There was no secret that was let to remain from each other,
Then how come I am silent, how come you are silent,
Why something suchlike happened,
Tell me, come tell me.
Such a trivial issue has blocked our way,
What happened to the two of us?
Why did you - why did I walk away,
Come tell me what happened to both of us?
What secret do you keep in your heart?
Why are we so apart,
Smiling on the surface,
Sinking to the bottom then?

What happened to the habit of telling each other every single thing,
What happened to the attitude of blowing away our differences?
How did such cool attitudes change,
How did such a tiny issue broke us apart?
What became of that positive nature,
Why such small issues bothered us?
What secret do you keep in your heart?
Tell me-tell me, tell me-tell me,
What's wrong between the two of us?

C'mon, now c'mon,
Just tell yourself why you gave up,
Why did you give up?
My HP Poem #1123
©Atul Kaushal
873 · Jan 2017
Childhood Rhyme Translated
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Hello,
Hello,
You are buffalo!
Your underpants are yellow!
Coz you **** so yellow-yellow!
My HP Poem #1399
©Atul Kaushal
873 · Oct 2024
Khushi
Àŧùl Oct 2024
What did your parents tell each other,
Why did they say that to one another,
When you were born to them in that weather?

Aapse mil kar Khushi hui!

Your name is Khushi,
And Khushi means happiness,
Your parents felt glad on meeting each other.

And I bet that they were happy when you were born.
A poem for someone called Khushi.

My HP Poem #2019
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2012
I was alone when I was growing up as a kid,
With only you being by my side always,
Even when my parents were away.
I was alone when I grew up a teenager,
You were still there right behind me,
Just like a personal bodyguard.
I am still alone when I am at 21,
Still with me you stand mostly,
Clung to me as my pet.
I will be alone when I get old,
Will only you be by my side,
Even when I finally die?

Because you were, you are & you will be,
As long as the sun shines smartly in the sky,
You'd follow me as a permanent companion.
I won't matter wherever I might be,
You're natural and independent.
It won't matter whoever it might be,
You're real and permanent.
If I deserve your company then let it be,
You're my shadow only.
You always were,
You always are,
You always will be.
My HP Poem #11
© Atul Kaushal
872 · Jan 2021
Invitation
Àŧùl Jan 2021
My bed creaks with the pain of my loneliness,
My life reeks of the stench of my emptiness.
Do not run away considering me desperate,
A better lover than me you can only imagine.

My past is smeared with pains and sorrows,
My present painted with a cautious colour.
My future is bleak, I can't foretell a thing,
Come along if you want, don't be hesitant.

I'm not desperate, I've been lonely for far too long,
Now that you are here, I won't let you go away from me.
I'm not bad, I'm a PhD researcher, and have a future too,
Be my lover, we shall go for hiking on the hills & put up a tent.

In the night outside the tent, we shall make a bonfire,
And also cook the food with peaceful veg ingredients.
You just need to eat and feed me too, I shall do the cooking.
Afterwards inside the tent, we shall make love hot and pure.
My HP Poem #1905
©Atul Kaushal
870 · Sep 2019
The Night Lamp
Àŧùl Sep 2019
Its oil lit up by tiny sparks,
The night lamp in the corner glows.

Its light fills up this room,
The love flower is waiting to bloom.

The noise is from the loom,
Its expression will mute the gloom.
My HP Poem #1774
©Atul Kaushal
869 · Feb 2017
It Matters Not
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I am a rich man, not financially,
But morally, I am the Bill Gates.
None other than me is endowed so richly,
I am as close to perfection as it really gets.
I stay on the fair side of morality,
Carefree about standard she sets.
It matters not as she let herself down in reality.
My HP Poem #1420
©Atul Kaushal
866 · Apr 2017
Black O'Day, Dark O'Night
Àŧùl Apr 2017
I don't share this lonesome life,
I am not going to ever get a wife,
For my horoscope threatens her death.

And blindfaith holders are galore o'r here,
They will sadistically sacrifice true love,
But not marry a Martian Greenhead.

The planet Mars is too strong in my life,
So strong that it says I won't get a wife,
Perhaps only another Manglik will be mine.
This stupid Mangalik misbelief has got something to do with the situation of planet Mars in the space relative to the position of planet Earth.

My HP Poem #1488
©Atul Kaushal
865 · May 2017
Oh My Lover!
Àŧùl May 2017
FEMALE
Oh my lover, oh my lover!
We are two bodies with connected lives,
We are the desires of the same heart.
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

I surrendered my body & soul to you,
Nothing remains that I call mine.
The love I hope to get from you,
Even God can't fulfill this hope of mine.
Since the day we belong to each other,
We know nothing about the world over.
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

MALE
They narrate that in the world of love,
Two hearts are seldom compatible.
If they are compatible somewhere,
Even shadows of others don't enter there,
Even shadows of others don't enter there.
What situation now meets our lives,
Lest I name it or just remain amazed.
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

FEMALE
My lover, our this union,
Is as if is Ganga-Yamuna's union.
The truth has come to fore,
The dream has passed before,
The dream has passed before.
This land belongs to humans,
We are nothing else but humans,
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

MALE
Oh my lover, oh my lover!
We are two bodies with connected lives,
We are the desires of the same heart.
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

FEMALE*
Oh-oh-oh!
My HP Poem #1532
©Atul Kaushal
865 · Jun 2013
Cranium Of Diamond
Àŧùl Jun 2013
My helmet was seared then,
But I guess that protected me.
I got hit on the left cheek-bone,
By some metallic stick-like object.
The onlookers froze on their vehicles,
Nobody could slow it down to 6000 fps.
They saw him collide turning to his right,
And I was the colliding object unfortunately.
All of it blurred, froze and blacked out for me,
Then I don't remember any pain which I suffered.
But my cranium is of diamond probably for itself,
Because someone special was written in my destiny.
My HP Poem #283
©Atul Kaushal
864 · Feb 2021
When Love Arrives
Àŧùl Feb 2021
When Love arrives,
Don't be hesitant about it,
Don't be dumb towards it.

Improvise to be expressive,
Improvise your poems & verses,
Be romantic and passionate too.

Learn to be flirtatious & elegant,
Learn to be welcoming & courteous,
Be adventurous and spontaneous.

Receive love with all its grandeur,
Reflect it with twice the splendour,
Witness the magic of love.
My HP Poem #1907
©Atul Kaushal
863 · Feb 2016
But Nobody Knew
Àŧùl Feb 2016
You knew me as a poet,
You knew me as a writer,
But you knew me not as a singer.

You knew me as a fighter,
You knew me as a lover,
But you knew me not as a survivor.

You knew the zeal I have,
You knew the feel I have,
But you knew nothing of the risk.
After my accident, I was put on many medications - some of them carcinogenic but here I am.

My HP Poem #1032
©Atul Kaushal
862 · Oct 2016
Necessity
Àŧùl Oct 2016
My words might have hugged you in your memories,
When you were decided against me & my poems.
When you took the love of mine out of your heart,
You must've remembered me writing poems for you.

It was necessary for the river of your eyes to flow,
It was necessary to love as well as to separate.
It was necessary that we collected our desires,
But it was also necessary for them to breakdown.

Tell me, you remember when you had stolen my heart,
You made that stolen item the home of God.
When you used to say that you read my name in prayers,
You feared to miss the prayer of love.

But now I remember it all,
And know that they were just talks,
It was necessary to roll back on your words,
And it was necessary for your eyes to let the tears fall.

Our faces are the same, you're the same and so I'm,
But I'm lost somewhere, so are you.
You have been disloyal in love,
I was and am still the disbeliever.

We have attained our destinations but still are travellers
I wandered a lot after being cast out from your heart
But whenever I wandered I just remembered,
That to wander was also a necessity.
HP Poem #1218
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
O Destructive Entity!
You Make Your Presence Felt,
By Being So Destructive,
Globally & Locally.

O Creator Entity!
I Feel Your Presence Everywhere,
In The Trees-The Rain & Seas,
The Calamities & Disease.

O Insecure Entity!
You Make The Mankind Fight,
Against Each Other & You,
Presenting Greed & Death.

O Pestilent Entity!
You Make Me Think,
Wonder about the concepts,
Of Life & Time.

O Detrimental Entity!*
Sorry For Being So Skeptic,
You Or Me Could Do Nothing About,
My Mind & The Thoughts.
http://mysongpoemlyrics.blogspot.in/2012/12/my-concept-of-that-hand-which.html
© Atul Kaushal
861 · May 2013
Viral Fever
Àŧùl May 2013
The fever rages up,
People say it's because I think too much.
Perhaps I would give my brain some rest now.
My throat is also aching and there's not much of relief each passing moment.
It gets even worse than what it looked like initially.
On a small offing as I need to recover from this maddening hot feeling around my eyes.
But I'm me, I can survive much tougher things, what's this viral fever's plight.
2-3 days offing is much needed.
The thermometer read 103* Fahrenheit at that time.
I needed her to contact me whenever she read this.
My HP Poem #226
©Atul Kaushal
859 · May 2017
Full & Supple
Àŧùl May 2017
Between my fingers,
Right here in my palm,
Erogenous, cold & ****,
A lot more than just happy,
Smooth and creamy texture,
This ice-cream is so fantastic,
Full & Supple this ice-cream bowl!
My HP Poem #1517
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Blessed with an unusual power I am.
Once I am friends with people,
I can read their thoughts about me.

In the words they say & how they react,
I often find myself skimming my friendlist as they think lowly of me.

(-: But I think I got this power luckily because I read her mind. :-)
My HP Poem #328
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Electro
Encephalo
Graphy

They
Attached
Twenty
Or
So
Electrodes­
Onto
My
Skull

I
Sat
On
The
Couch
For
Complete
Two
&
Half
Hours

I
Started
Feeling
Sleepy
By
The
Time
It
Got
Over

An­d
The
Doc
Kept
Asking
Me
To
Stay
Awake
And
So
I
Did

But
My
Neck
­Pained
And
My
Back
Ached
Having
Remained
In
An
Awkward
Position
O­n
The
Testing
Couch


It
Felt
Like
A
Casting
Couch

Smelling
Th­e
Girls'
Scent
From
The
Testing
Couch


And
So
Was
It

Electro­
Encephalo
Graphy
Look at my profile picture and you'd know that it was an 'I'm irritated' look on my face during the arduous time. Counting the two on my chest, the four on my forehead and the eleven on my skull, they are a total of 7teen electrodes on my head. I had to bear them on my head for complete 2 hours and 30 minutes. Again & again I grew sleepy on the comfortable couch but the doctor kept telling me again & again to keep awake but keep my neck from dropping down.
Just ridiculous!
I hope this first time was the final time I've had to get an E.E.G. done.

My HP Poem #193
© Atul Kaushal
856 · Nov 2016
An Author Is
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Neither a person is ever born an author,
Nor a person is ever matured into one,
An author is an author is an author...
I became an author when my story's author,
That destiny-writer who controls everything,
Became lazy & stopped my story any further..
As now I am the author of my autobiography!
HP Poem #1249
©Atul Kaushal
856 · Aug 2013
An Obituary
Àŧùl Aug 2013
To a dead conscience,
To the bygone morality,
To the diminishing values,
To the idols of honesty, and
To their ghastly appearance.

To un-dead suicidal victims,
To their unblessed families,
To the tears they let flow,
To disappeared smiles,
To missed birthdays.

To suffering people,
To unbalanced sheets,
To sinking cash reserves,
To their zombie-like bodies,
To the stinking ***** politics.
Another piece of Concrete poetry from me.
A Concrete poetry work also conveys a message about the poem's topic.

My HP Poem #407
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Descend when he knows he's in the truest love,
For sure.

She's the companion on a long and lonely travail,
For sure.

Often there even when not around the corner,
For sure.
My HP Poem #439
©Atul Kaushal
851 · Feb 2019
Your Deceiving Eyes
Àŧùl Feb 2019
I looked into your eyes,
Hoping these to be true,
What I didn't see were lies.

I dreamt about you, please,
Holy Love of mine were you,
Who new loves you better than me?

Innocent they look as pure as ice,
Hopping without any rue,
When did I not see the lies?

I hoped for it to sustain long,
Hell, I didn't know they'd rust,
Where should I sing my swansong?

I trusted your romantic promise,
How you broke my trust,
Why these deceiving eyes?

I now suspect that you lie,
Hey, you can't cheat on me,
Whom new did you learn to love?
My HP Poem #1731
©Atul Kaushal
850 · Mar 2013
Religion
Àŧùl Mar 2013
So you are a God-fearing person,
I see...
You are suffering from a delusion,
You see..
Because you can certainly never truly,
Convince me.

If God is still alive and taking care of us,
Why you're in worshipping & afraid.
Of Him & the fabricated demons,
Inside of you and in others..
Holding onto His lanyard,
Day & night...
I have always professed my concept of the Creator as the one who has been in permanent hibernation after creating the universe & the world, letting us exist off our own accord.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Because you're my dear,
Because you're my love,
Because you're my life.

I used to look for a comparison,
Someone to compare you with,
But not now-not now-not now.

Because you're the happiest,
Because you're the sweetest,
Because you're the loveliest.

I used to remain so sore with life,
And I resented it for being so cruel,
But now you're here, yes you're here.

Because you're destiny's sun shining,
Because you're my garnishing beam,
Because you're my true-true-true love.

I feel so optimistic with future now,
And I know that I'm so vulnerable,
But now nothing can go wrong.

Because you're completing me,
Because you're wanting me,
Because you're loving me!
You know who it is for, because it is for the lovely little one; my one & only little one, my unique love.
My HP Poem #205
© Atul Kaushal
849 · Nov 2014
That Warm Brew Called Love
Àŧùl Nov 2014
A chunk of intimacy,
Another part of closeness.
Sweet traces of disagreement,
In the warmth of our arms.
Yes, together with these,
We brew the drink of love.
It being largely uncontrolled,
We let most of things happen.

And trust my words about love,
Things are being pretty perfect.
My HP Poem #690
©Atul Kaushal
848 · Apr 2013
Familiar Rituals
Àŧùl Apr 2013
They gather together with their guns all aimed at me,
Seeking to **** me once & for who I could ever at all be.
Later they would think that I had not been so wrong,
But it is just their bullets that I've been craving for long.

I hope when I'm dead they bury me and not burn me,
I've heard and often wondered about the world beyond.
I want to reach in physical existence and not as vapor,
I want to preach in their tongue be it the Lingua Franca.

Ready for the ado they embalm me for the beginning,
Further on they enforce a smile on my face so worn out.
They lend me four shoulders and I do not find it strange,
Don't they lend two to the players who won on the range?

My mother will weep rivers - perhaps cry - no - not for me,
But for losing a child whom she had borne in to this world.
My father would weep too - but silently - probably for me,
He would lose a son and a friend - a student and a teacher.

My enemies'd feel relieved & happy - perhaps pompous,
But their souls would salute a person with a lot of respect.
My friends'd find themselves wondering & questioning,
All the why's, what's, who's, how's rising in their intellect.

Far away at a distance miles from my coffin she'd lament,
Her reddened eyes & tears would belie her sweet smile.
She will furthermore let the memories seep into her veins,
Her attempts to let go of the memories would only fail.

She might try to slice her wrist vein with the kitchen knife,
But I'll return & stand by her side holding her shoulder.
She will then accept this fact that I've died & ceased my life,
And I'll want her to live on with our child in her womb...
7 Stanzas, 14 Sentences, 28 Lines of Elegant Grief
321 Words Of My HP Poem #175
Title included
© Atul Kaushal
847 · Dec 2015
The Intangible Truth
Àŧùl Dec 2015
You know me,
I can't love again,
This loneliness stays.
My HP Poem #928
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
This earth is actually 1 nation,
It is 1 complex society.
My compatriots,
They don't desist from being real *****.
My countrymen,
They spit phlegm on any public road.
My landsmen,
They bias against the ladies apart from ****** them.
My fellow humans,
They break all of the traffic rules.
My own friends,
They have been so imperfect.
My friends are my world,
And I am not proud of this world.

I am an idealist who never had them,
The mythical permanent friends.

The human society is full of bigotry,
I read about female exploitation.
This awful male-dominated society,
I am amused on its insecurities.
That unlucky unborn female foetus,
I mourn its ****** before its birth.
My HP Poem #1637
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Apparently,
They have not read any good poems.
Or maybe,
They have not read any good sagas.
Probably,
They have just seen breakups.
Sadly.

Literature - the written word,
It stays forever.
I love my "The 'Angel?' Series",
It is like a diamond.

And I love my story "7 Seconds",
It is my diadem.
My HP Poem #1613
©Atul Kaushal
846 · Oct 2014
Grip
Àŧùl Oct 2014
We love each other,
We are the best friends,
We have our plans.

We hold each other,
We take care of our grip,
We do not choke or strangle,
We give each other space,
We have a bold outlook.

We are unlike anyone else,
We both are very much unique,
We both are really similar.
My HP Poem #684
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I thank you a lot for being my lovely flame,
For helping me in continuing this game,
This game I refer to is played for life,
Not about playing with emotions,
You did not tell me any lie ever,
Neither did you confess back,
Nor did you reject mine...

I am happy because of your truthful things,
Being truthful you proved your strength,
Truthfully telling you my current state,
Just as you are in my dreams now,
Truly I'll see you filling the gap,
You did not deserve boycott,
Tested the waters I have...
HP Poem #1213
©Atul Kaushal
846 · Feb 2017
Let Me Go|Come Closer
Àŧùl Feb 2017
She: Let me go...
Me: Come closer.
She: Don't touch me...
Me: Let me ****** you.
She: Don't touch me at the wrong places...
Me: These wrong places are your hot spots.
She: Oh, do whatever you wish to!
My HP Poem #1435
©Atul Kaushal
845 · Mar 2021
Heavy Head
Àŧùl Mar 2021
My head feels heavy when
I get a lot of hair,
Or when I've an unsuitable pair.

My sight grows dim when
I get a broken heart,
Or when I see an unusual art.

My breath feels stale when
I get mouth sores,
Or in the morning I've just opened my eyes.
My HP Poem #1917
©Atul Kaushal
844 · Jan 2016
My Days Spent
Àŧùl Jan 2016
My days spent with you,
Were sweet like sugar,
I've got memorabilia,
Within my tired heart,
Mind you, I knew no art.

No arts to make you stay,
No skill to prevent you stray,
No heart to love you more.

Good-bye my lover,
All the best forever.
My HP Poem #980
©Atul Kaushal
842 · Oct 2016
May This Moment
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I have achieved you,
Oh my darling.
I have born again,
Oh my dear.
May this moment get frozen,
In the middle of our story,
And this way I will never lose you.
HP Poem #1186
©Atul Kaushal
841 · Jan 2018
Helen of Troy
Àŧùl Jan 2018
No, I don't understand her...
Who was Helen of Troy...
Who exactly Helen was...
Or what was Troy...
An ancient Greek city...
Was Helen a citizen of that city?
Or maybe she was not...

They also mention Troy to be a Hero...
A Hero from Greece...
Was Helen of Troy a bacteria then!?!
Did she live inside Troy's bowels!?!
So unique!
They fought over a bacteria!
Killed so many for a bacteria then!
My HP Poem #1696
©Atul Kaushal
841 · Oct 2016
Breathe In & Breathe Out
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Come and hug me tight,
Place your hands at my back,
And we waltz along our heartbeats,
Let your hands explore my bare back,
And in the meantime I touch yours,
Place my stamen in your bud,
Come & kiss me all night.

Come and breathe along,
Plus we should synchronize,
And we will fine tune breathing,
Let the only difference be physical,
And we want no difference spiritual,
Place my name on travel in your blood,
Come & realize that you and me are one.

Come and move it along,
Perhaps we move all night,
And it will be exactly alright,
Let the differences amalgamate,
And we will bounce upright,
Place inside you I do tight,
Come have all the long.
HP Poem #1224
©Atul Kaushal
840 · Jan 2017
Anonymity
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Lost in the vast bog of stories,
It dies a slow unsung death,
May it meet its personality,
Only impersonality shrouds it now,
Under the flutter of wings,
Shall not get all it deserves,
It'll remain majorly ignored in the clutter of words,
Not because it's poorly projected, but,
E**ntirely because it's not written in my destiny.
Secondary acrostic LIMOUSINE poem.
Though my eBook novel has the best story,
It will remain unread because of my destiny.
My destiny is dictated by the planet Mars,
And it has so far marred my happiness.

If anyone is interested in my eBook novel titled 7 Seconds, they may go to its Amazon page for purchasing it.
Find it on: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MYY0DMA
And help me bear my medical costs.
My HP Poem #1379
©Atul Kaushal
836 · Dec 2014
Drowning In Child Marriage
Àŧùl Dec 2014
Down the depths of the lake of your eyes' nectar flowing,
Very often I find myself lost in the oblivion - drowning...

It comes over me as handling - very much controlling,
Trying to dodge the memories of her which are entailing..

While I try to convince myself - I am cursed for life,
I am married since my birth and my wife's name is misery.
My HP Poem #717
©Atul Kaushal
835 · Dec 2016
I Wanted A Girl
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I wanted a beautiful girl,
The good thing was that,
She wanted me as well...

I loved a young woman,
The strange thing is that,
She thought she loved me too..

But her love was limited,
Really disabled was her love,
And she could understand it not.

I went to her home,
Slept on the bed,
Made of Kashmiri willow..

She came as I slept,
Kissed me on the lips,
Woke me up anticipating more...

What ensued is just history,
It forms a part of my story,
An unforgetable memory..

A memory that digs out,
From my heart into blood,
Off my brain into a tumour.
HP Poem #1300
©Atul Kaushal
835 · Jul 2020
Issues Be Resolved
Àŧùl Jul 2020
Issues are to be resolved,
Problems are to be solved,
But
Parliaments are only dissolved.
My HP Poem #1868
©Atul Kaushal
834 · Mar 2017
Always!
Àŧùl Mar 2017
Young but assume self mature,
Over the love put your desire,
Unlike me, you're weak here.

Listed in your service I had for life,
Onto another you moved your fife,
Selfish you were, so I bear this strife,
Exhausts my love & you won't be my wife.

All the best with your experiments in love,
Love you posed much as ideal dove,
Love flowed inside instead of blood.

Maybe you will succeed this time,
You say he is just like you & it's fine.

Lost in your memories my love is,
Only you have I ever loved I feel,
Victory will be mine one day soon,
E**nter I will a world of true love.
Selfless love was what I dispensed,
And cheating was what I received,
Always.

Like that part-timer,
I appeared the same once upon a time,
I say that with you all may remain fine.

I always lose myself in love and get a cheat in the end.

My HP Poem #1467
©Atul Kaushal

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832 · Nov 2016
Inexplicable Pretence
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I can't explain all the things,
Just because there are some things,
Few people won't want me to understand...
One such thing is her divorcing me pre-wedding,
I will die with the immortal failed love for her,
Which I have kindled and fondled in my heart...
She gives the pretence of incompatibility,
But I am as much a human being as herself...

Probably she was scared of my behaviour,
That very part where I always keep suggesting,
Suggesting her steps to improve herself...
She evades my love under the pretence of incompatibility.

HP Poem #1262
©Atul Kaushal
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