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761 · Jul 2013
The Ultimate Things
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Food>>>
Edibles: Love mate's thoughts can be relished upon.
Drinks: Love mate's tears of happiness and pleasure.

Gifts>>>
Birthday gifts: Love mate's presence is the greatest gift that anyone can receive.
Anniversary gifts: Time spent privately with the love mate away from the society.

Feelings>>>*
Happiness: The pregnancy test reports are positive.
Euphoria: The enthusiastic plans for future children.
Alternatively, the happiness on testing positive for pregnancy when one mustn't be pregnant due to age or morality issues can instead bring Panic!

The above collection is just a minor deluge of feelings and other stuff.

:-D  :-) ;-)
My HP Poem #371
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2016
I manifest the human form,
Born in India - a colourful land,
Knew I not that this cradle will hurt,
Flying in my eyes not just sand,
But such an extreme storm.

****

I had some dreams as a boy,
They were put into a young heart,
My mom wanted my royal wedding,
I dreamt that my heart is treated,
Never did I dream as a toy.

****

But alas! This heart was a child's toy.
It's doomed to be broken - shattered.
Love is supposedly a melodious lyre.
It's fragrant in stories & even poems.
All that can be arranged is this pyre.
My life's fairly disheveled - scattered.
But in the end, I remained just a boy.
My HP Poem #1046
©Atul Kaushal
761 · Mar 2013
When You Fag!
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I find it offensive,
I feel suffocated,
I hate the smell,
I can't breath,
I don't bleed,
I have my,
Trachea itching from the inside.

So just don't *** in front of me,
Unless you want to get into a scuffle,
In front of diseased people,
If you don't want them deceased,
In front of the kids,
If you don't want them to follow you,
In this addiction.
I press for abolishing of manufacturing ciggarettes worldwide
© Atul Kaushal
761 · Jan 2024
Take You To My Bed
Àŧùl Jan 2024
I really-really-really wanna take you home,
Tonight - tonight - yes, tonight.
You would feel relaxed when you spend the night,
With me in my bed - in my bed.

I really-really-really make a promise to you this evening,
Tonight be unlike any other you'd ever see.
You would feel the joy when you spread your pretty smile,
Watching me sink in my bed - in my coffin.

First I'd kiss into your mind a termination signal,
A signal which is mine.
I promise it'd be painless and clean altogether,
Death comes sooner.

The blanket over us will be our gravestone,
Tonight, yes, you try dying.
Try dying tonight in peace and love,
With me, in my bed - my escape.

I promise to take you away to a realm,
Tonight you'll enjoy dying.
Die kissing the lips of immortality,
With me in my bed - my abode.
After uploading it, I saw that the shape of this poem resembles a coffin! Spooky, eh?

My HP Poem #1958
©Atul Kaushal
760 · Jan 2014
Another Poem For My Love
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Scribbling away my usual thoughts,
I mostly come across your thoughts,
My shallow beats get deep thoughts.

As they joyfully prance on the dark,
Slaying the darker-grimmer shades,
My brighter thoughts will only win.

In my joyous moments I need you,
In my darker moments I need you,
In my present & future I need you.
My HP Poem #520
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
Oh my dear Darling!!!
It's a special day today,
Another year old they say,
If you asked me I'd say,
A very happy birthday!

This is your day divine!!!
It's one year more for you,
Another year passed by you,
If I wish on your day to you,
Another year awaits you!

I'll come two years later!!!
It'll be really awesome then,
Another year'll then be waiting,
If I had the privilege to come,
Another happy year awaits!

I again confess my love to you,
It's really funny but I do love you,
Another year is there for me & you,
If I blessed all the ages upon you,
Another couple of years to wait!

It'll be much intimate at that time,
It must be a relation of previous life,
It must be like this relation we share,
It must be - more sweet than sugar,
Another poem will be written daily.
Today on 23rd September, it's my best friend Kripi's birthday and this is another poem and a suggestion based on my experience for her.
And as I couldn't make a plan of visiting her city materialize, this poem is an attempt to make her smile. :-)
This is your lucky birthday buddy!
Smile and enjoy!
Relax & rejoice!
Keep smiling inside your heart.
Study well.
We will meet in the end as we are true and as you are destiny's sun shining through for me.
By the way.......
Your age = 16 = 1 + 6 = 7!
My HP Poem #430 (4+3+0=7!)
©Atul Kaushal
758 · Jul 2015
If I Find You Gone
Àŧùl Jul 2015
If I find you gone,
Then I would better be a recluse,
Gone in reclusion.

Neither a monk nor a priest I'll be,
But I'll simply be an ascetic,
These words are not a bit unwise.

They would not find me unhappy,
Because smiling I always am,
Thanks to you I smile perpetually.
Again exclusively for my youthful enamorata.

-by Drona

My HP Poem #893
©Atul Kaushal
758 · Apr 2016
Your Experimental Game
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Trust me when I say that I would give them both to you,
So what if you would break them both kiddo.
Because that is what you did because you knew that only,
No problem with that either because I let you go.
Friends & family all so long ago warned me about this fate,
So you need not worry as I was ready to see you go.
I take all the blame because I was the one searching for a mate.
My HP Poem #1057
©Atul Kaushal
757 · Mar 2015
You Know What
Àŧùl Mar 2015
A time will come when we will remember this painful time and smile looking at each other's wedding ring.

Then and there we will hold each other's waists while just silently letting our lips do the rest of the talking.

But till then we must persevere and preserve our love in this relationship while we make the best of this new found timing.

Exclusive is your love I now realize and recognize that you are so cute and beautiful that the world admires your sayings.

So just stay calm I will and feel happier with just the love you gift to me all the time in our life so sweetly singing.

I'll let myself feel as free as you and don't love me lesser than you do otherwise this tinnitus I will keep feeling.

To you my lover I promise that you won't ever feel ignored by me and all will fall in place for our Sun to start shining.
Just stay assured it will all be fine.

My HP Poem #814
©Atul Kaushal
756 · Sep 2020
Don't Fear Me
Àŧùl Sep 2020
Don't let this distance increase.
My HP Poem #1882
©Atul Kaushal
755 · Jun 2013
We Started Childish
Àŧùl Jun 2013
We started childish,
Became mature,
Quarreled apish,
Looked for a cure.

Our relationship is,
Yes flawed it is,
Imperfect it is,
But how sweet it is.

We have had tiffs,
You wept and,
I hardly slept,
But we solved if's.

Our little world is,
Free to fly it is,
Not to cry it is,
But we live as it is.

Gusts of winds blow,
Harsh & dry,
We never cry,
And we do not bow.

It gave us a shove,
Humble dove,
Of purest love,
We wore no glove.

Our hands had met,
We put a bet,
In this game,
Carrying full blame.
♡♥♡♥♡
A toast to the purest love!
♡♥♡♥♡
Cheers!
♡♥♡♥♡
My HP Poem #317
©Atul Kaushal
755 · Sep 2014
Seeing You
Àŧùl Sep 2014
Seeing you it starts singing,
My heart, my heart.
I just want you,
Along me, each birth…

You are in my dreams,
You are among my loved ones.
Seeing you it starts singing,
My heart, my heart.
I just want you,
Along me, each birth…

I’m in all your memories,
I’m in all your promises.
Recall those moments and dreams,
Just remember those which we spent and decorated together!
When you came, why I felt like…
You are housed in my heart, oh dear – you’re mine!
Seeing you it starts singing,
My heart, my heart.
English translation of my Hindi song.

My HP Poem #667
©Atul Kaushal
755 · Dec 2014
The Cold Creeps Into Me
Àŧùl Dec 2014
And it makes me sneeze,
'Cause it's no sea breeze,
So frigid it makes me freeze,
The cold gives me a crease,
It makes me yearn for cheese,
Makes me long for her please,
But I must not be a ******.

I will bake some cookies,
'Cause I have all the keys,
I will have to eat 'em alone,
'Cause now she is gone,
Yeah now she is gone,
Will I enjoy eating my cookies,
I doubt it now and I feel dumb.

Now gone with the wind,
She came like a whiff of fresh air,
Removing away all the smiles,
So distant by the miles,
Will I wait for her now?
I will wait for her till I age more,
The more I age the more mature.

Call me mad or ******,
Or maybe just a flower,
But I'll stay a lover,
All my life I stay for her,
And I won't call her back,
I don't need her back,
I have the memories.

Over the crescendo in calm,
My ears ring with blood flow,
I won't let my face droop low,
There will only be much pain,
Not will there be any gain,
I was born to lose it all,
My dreams get scattered like pearls.

Happiness dies in diminuendo,
But still failing to pour as tears,
Time is among the best teachers,
Surely among the worst cheaters,
Maybe it's a cycle most ridiculous,
As well as the one most obvious,
Sorrow is born again in my life.

If only I could write it all away,
It would have been much easy,
To prevent my head from the sway,
I feel my fingers trembling,
My joints too have started paining,
Much more to be lost is my sight,
But still would stay alive my vision.
My HP Poem #699
©Atul Kaushal
754 · May 2013
Spam Mails
Àŧùl May 2013
So irksome they are,
Reading preposterous ****** words.

You've won a million,
In lottery you didn't even participate.

I do not care about them ever at all,
So foolish they are.

Spam-bin is more full than the inbox,
So pointless they are.

Funny only up to a limit they are,
So irksome they are.

If any spammer reads this, please excuse me of such irritable spam mails 'coz I DON'T read them.
Save yourself some time in doing good to yourself & the needy instead of spamming false stories & tall claims.
My HP Poem #203
© Atul Kaushal
754 · Oct 2016
Heart Lost Since Long Now
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Oh my heart is lost since long,
I feel so heartless now.

What remains inside beating,
Is a hollow pump now..

And it still beats, not for me...
HP Poem #1176
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2014
No - no, I am not a vampire-bat,
But still I stay awake in the night,
Gazing the ceiling's glowing clock,
Forecasting our conjoined destinies,
Either we meet sweet success in love,
Or we are posed with strict resistance,
All our possibilities are weighed by me.
And dear, I am a realistic person who is also an optimist.

My HP Poem #654
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
The morning sun,
The twirling vines,
The chirping birds,
The cooing alarms,
The whizzing brush,
The laughing babies,
The rising moonlight,
The evening windows,
The passing moments,
The whirling memories.

Each and every thing talks to me these days,
The passing wind says the sweetest of all things,
For it softly whispers your sweet name in my ears.
My HP Poem #420
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You
Shy & unbound,
Like the vivid butterfly,
You
Relieving heat in winters,
Like the smoothness of silk,
You
Mascara of nights,
Like the lap of stars,
You
Me Love *You
Too

I
Saw You,
My heart said,
Tell me who are
You

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
Shy & unbound,
Like the vivid butterfly,
You
Relieving heat in winters,
Like the smoothness of silk,
You
Mascara of nights,
Like the lap of stars,
You
Me Love You Too

What praise should I tell about You,
The entire world is flattered by You,
Your purity is like an evening incense,
You're the sunlight & the shade,
You're the night & the day,
You're my land & sky....

I
Saw you,
My heart said,
Who are You tell
Me

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
As if your cloudy hair,
Like the blocked light,
You
As if savory thoughts,
Like colorful dreams,
You
As if your questions,
Like my explanations,
You
Me Love You Too

As if You had taken a bath in the dew,
So has a smile blossomed on Your lips,
You are like angels & the life of my soul,
If I have You then I won't come to my senses,
You do me this favor...

I
Saw you,
My heart said,
Who are You tell
Me

I
Have a,
Relation,
With You,
Since ages,
It seems.

You
As if shimmery bliss,
Like the soft daylight,
You
As if good old memories,
Like remembered promises,
You
As if cave in stormy weather,
Like the seven directions,
You
*Me Love *You Too
Written for you know who,
Because my baby it's you.
My HP Poem #183
© Atul Kaushal
750 · May 2017
Yellowing Mangos
Àŧùl May 2017
I just love this season,
When mangos ripen,
We get watermelon,
When sorts of flowers bloom,
And nature is alive.
My HP Poem #1525
©Atul Kaushal
750 · Mar 2016
My Defective System
Àŧùl Mar 2016
I can not ever move on now,
The love I felt for her was wow,
Nothing after her - this is my vow.

Her memories I can not just mow,
This heart is no more a trough,
I put love in it with a plow.

Two flowers used to grow,
The heart is sad & I'm so low,
I kindred them with all the love.
My HP Poem #1039
©Atul Kaushal
749 · Mar 2016
Pain
Àŧùl Mar 2016
Pain, pain, pain...
It's getting the better of me,
A walking sample I am,
Of a man sans any heart,
Memories remain only to haunt.

Pain, pain, pain..
It's now becoming run of the mill,
A lot of mental pain & torture,
Since I befriended her,
As I thought that she was *my saviour.
My HP Poem #1041
©Atul Kaushal
747 · Oct 2013
Just Us
Àŧùl Oct 2013
How I wish to take you far-far-far away,
To that end of the world where love won't sway.

With each new day your smiles won't get fainter,
We won't be needing any fake-fake-fake Godmen.

Cheerful children will be around for you and me,
Choosing our world to be the sweet-sweet-sweet place.

Cackles of our babies fill this dreamy cute home,
Caring for the next generation we will live happily.

Wonderful echoes of a glorious past will persist,
We will be able to look after the bright present.
My HP Poem #440
©Atul Kaushal
746 · Apr 2015
Truest Love (2º Acrostic)
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Making me sing daily for her,
F
ar used to be the sorrows,
Ma
ddening was my love,
Mad
e** her feel special..

Me singing & writing poetry,
Separately for her was regular...

For her I will improve myself,
Testing my capabilities I am,
Reeling the love I kindle inside,
***ling I'm my hard outer shell..

Companion of mine is perfect,
Together we gelled just so well,
Tomorrow seems very golden,
Grappling with all the troubles,
Challenging time with my effort,
Focused were all my techniques,
Graduating in the field of love,
Completed seemed my jigsaw.
My HP Poem #849
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
The common Indians, famous for visions,
But actually infamous for their laziness.
Me included.
We need to rise above such lucid dreaming,
Then we will observe our world improving.
Yes, surely.
And we won't feel the need to study elsewhere.

The Indians who move out are necessarily required,
To do petty cleaning or similar petty jobs,
Your ego is too big for that.
As much I have known you, you can't handle it,
And I believe that I have known you the best,
Your traits are all known to me.
And that is why I keep on advising you, often needlessly.

I know why you are upset and hopeless regarding me,
Because I have always tried to be your parent,
I tried to be your gaurdian angel.
But you have killed the love inside you by yourself,
I don't fear my own eternal loneliness as much,
As much I fear your eventual failure.
And your probable self-destructive nature at that time.
HP Poem #1279
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
How could someone be so cute,
I asked her so trying not to sound rude.
How could I be knowing about this,
She answered back looking even more cute.

But oh somebody must make her understand,
That it was she whom I complimented.
But it won't matter if not many did tell her this,
Satisfied I am that I could first start it.

Kreeps dear this one's for you,
No matter how far we stay,
Wait for the time anew,
It'll show us a way.
@Little one: This one's for you :-)(-:
© Atul Kaushal
746 · Jun 2017
Guru - the Coach
Àŧùl Jun 2017
This is a black day for sports,
Even if not in the world,
Surely Indian sports.

Virat - the young junior player,
He made the engineer quit,
Kumble had to give up.

Virat Kohli has a harsh ego,
He let his ego defeat the team,
Whereas Anil Kumble had none.
My HP Poem #1597
©Atul Kaushal
745 · Nov 2012
I'll Love You The Best
Àŧùl Nov 2012
I'll love you the best,
Yes, I tell you a fact,
No, it needs no proof,
I'll definitely love you the best.

I'll love you the best,
Yes, I'll embrace you in drowning sun,
No, time won't be on a lightning run,
I'll definitely love you the best.

I'll love you the best,
Yes, you just need to try me,
No, don't you be uncertain,
I'll definitely love you the best.

I'll love you the best,
Yes, I'll take you to a dreamworld,
No, there won't be any trouble,
I'll definitely love you the best.

I'll love you the best,
Yes, you're going to enjoy it,
No, I won't make it harsh,
I'll definitely love you the best.

I'll love you the best,
Yes, you're going to forget the world,
No, you won't miss any of it,
I'll definitely love you the best.

But oh dear,
Who knows of it,
You always live so near,
Closest to my heart like the beat.
My HP Poem #6
© Atul Kaushal
745 · May 2013
How My Card Palace Falls
Àŧùl May 2013
I build my palace of cards.
High, huge & majestic I build it.
People see it & envy me for having it.
But still it is just a palace built of cards.
Our maid switches on the ceiling fan now.
All the cards scatter & I just watch helplessly.
Wish I could just prevent the palace from falling.
My HP Poem #231
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
The violet boat at the Karan Taal,
The indigo one,
The blue one,
The green one,
The yellow one,
The orange one,
The red one too,
And their pedals,
Wait for you,
And I crave for you,
I crave for you.
Karan Taal is a lake having mythological importance to the followers of the Vedic religion and is located at the northern edge of my city, Karnal in Haryana, India
Written for my lazy-lovely-little one!
My HP Poem #158
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I have accepted my defeat,
And I know that I can't love you,
Not now.

Unlike you, I am not immoral,
But the lover inside is immortal,
Now I know.

I will love someone yet again,
That someone who is luckier,
But of course.

She who is smarter & intelligent,
The one that will love me like I do,
Yes of course.

That someone who is focussed,
Goes on a straight way to success,
Not off course.

Neither intending to insult you,
Nor it intends to glorify me,
This poem is a confession.

I am a plain idiotic lover,
I do not wear Prada like you,
Not borrowing such pleasures.

I am not for you.

I will skim the downpour,
Aiming the best for myself,
And I will succeed.

For my love does not perish,
It just changes its forms, and
It gives me pleasure.
HP Poem #1319
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
"You are so cute and deserve the best!"**

But I just sensed her own strong interest.
When I proposed her after she grew up,
She felt she was not at par with the rest.

I offered to show the world differently,
I wrote many songs and epics for her,
She agreed as instincts told to do so.

I saw her grow from a child to a woman,
When she was directionless I oriented her,
She got my focus and the comfort of poetry.

I invested my time in her once upon a time,
Gave her kind sermons to make her happy,
She even felt like having found that road.

But I got careless halfway through it,
Thought she had matured enough for it,
I was wrong 'cause she was always mature!

I loved her truly even if she was a bit unruly,
But when I said there's something so lovely,
She stepped on my love's throat carelessly.

And during this time I have gotten ancient,
My eyes feel so tired of her changing colors,
That I have sought death than this lonely life.
My HP Poem #1127
©Atul Kaushal
744 · Feb 2016
BhuJi
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Poetess Bhumika Fulwani is going to get married soon,
I'm so happy for her because she's not gonna swoon,
For she gets to marry her beau under the stars & the moon,
I bless her to always be with her beau Jitin Waghwani she's granted a boon.
Both their parents have agreed for the union.

My HP Poem #1008
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
Amplify my cuteness,
Oh! Bidaal Devi,
Like a cat,
Kitten,
Like a cat,
Oh! Feline Devi,
Amplify my cuteness.

I shall adopt some kittens,
Oh! My Cat Goddess,
Maybe a Tom,
Or a Pushy,
Maybe a Tom,
Oh! My Cat Goddess
I shall adopt some kittens.

I shall adore my kittens,
Oh! Feline Goddess,
Bring me a Tom,
Or a Pussycat,
Bring me a Tom,
Oh! Feline Goddess,
I shall adore my kittens.

I wish that cats adopt me too,
For except my parents, I'm alone,
After them, I can't imagine my life,
That's why I shall adopt some kittens,
After them, I can't imagine my life,
For except my parents, I'm alone,
I wish that cats adopt me too.

I offer my heart, Oh! Cat Goddess,
Oh!! Shashthi Maia, hear my plea,
Without your children, I'm alone,
I don't want to end up all alone,
Without your children, I'm alone,
Oh!! Shashthi Maia, hear my plea,
I offer my heart, Oh! Cat Goddess.
My HP Poem #2011
©Atul Kaushal
741 · Dec 2016
The Best Playgirl Ever Born
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Kindly I agree that she used to be innocent,
Rose-like her behaviour used to be scented,
In the ******, she deserted my ship,
Puncturing holes in the old floor as she left,
I** was then looking in the air for a support...

I am not aware why this bitterness lingers,
Senseless memories do not fade away easy.

Hear my plea, O Isis, send your best warrior,
End this search of mine that Aphrodite couldn't,
Rise I will then like the morning bloodshot sun.
HP Poem #1340
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I
-I am-
I am like
-I am amazed-
I can't believe it
-I told my Soul Love-
Yeah she's my Sole Love
-That I'd enter her fortress deep-
And I told her that I'll soon one day
-My tongue must be black from underside-
Because she told me that any such war in India
-Was illegal till a later age as the books of law said-
But now it'd be legal at an age which she reaches soon
-The eager period of eagerness has begun and is teasing-
And I wait for breaching the fortress when we meet
-I'll hope she has performed great in her exams-
Care will be well taken by me that our first
-Experience with each other as we meet-
Would be great meeting the first time
-Not necessary her fortress will fall-
Eagerness is there but controlled
-Full ease in handling myself-
She'll see Angels in me
-And Demons too-
(: Surely :)
And they rolled back the law - just as I expected!
It is believed by some in India that a person with a black spot on their tongue's underside tell the future
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
And so I asked my future wife,
With a smile on my calm face,
When we made a new decision,
About getting a new apartment,
To which she replied innocently,
"How would it be helping us now?
If we made away with Craig's list,
Wouldn't he be at significant loss?"

I didn't reply and merely smiled,
It was a slightly pleasant surprise,
Taken by her cutely innocent reply,
I told her that what a Craigslist was,
Even she was laughing at herself now.
Just a vision.

My HP Poem #454
©Atul Kaushal
740 · Aug 2013
The Thin King Is Thinking
Àŧùl Aug 2013
He is a puppet of great calibre,
This suffices his description,
Both anatomically and morally.

Always moving at the Queen's command,
Feeding himself only with her fed words,
Doing not the right thing but her bidding.

Words like 'We strongly condemn,'
Or 'We will take appropriate measures,'
Sit elegantly on his lips all the time.
Every time he sits alone for dinner,
Or every time he stands in front of mirror,
The Thin King Is Thinking what he succeeded to.

My HP Poem #390
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
As I expected,
Nothing exceptional happened to anyone.

Earth remains,
What happened to the ancient prophecy?

That's why I say,
Predictions & Probabilities Are *BASELESS!
21/12/12 Goes Uneventful
© Atul Kaushal
739 · Jul 2017
Onomatopoeia of Time
Àŧùl Jul 2017
I have a black heart,
Not just for the sake of art,
But because I am healthy.

My HB is around 15,
Not just for maintaining,
But 'cause I eat healthy.

My weight 6 weeks ago,
Not more than 74.600 kilo,
But I wanted to reduce it.

Some memories don't let me be,
I started skipping meals & jogging,
'Cause I wanted to reduce weight.

Her I wanted to inspire,
That nothing is impossible,
And impossible is nothing.

I lost more than 10 kilograms,
But not that I am ill-fed,
Not ate more than required.

I achieved the feat in 6 weeks,
But just for proving myself,
Not 'cause I don't want to live.

But Death has other plans for me,
Not enthusiastic for taking me along,
I live in the onomatopoeia of time.

Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic.

Time, you have been tipped,
I won't again get slipped,
I want to get ripped.
According to acceptable Smart BMI (SBMI) levels he minimum desired weight for my 176 cms height is 58.6 kg and the maximum desired weight for my height is 83.4 kg.

But I want to further reduce my weight by running more and eating less.

I will reduce until I am content.

At least my body fat ditching me won't break my heart like the little one did.

I am unable to move on beyond her memories.

So I am trying to starve myself to certain death someday.

Her memory is my alibis for such extreme weight loss.

Soon, my M.Tech will be over and I will get 1 more year to prepare for a PhD entrance exam.

I will strive for getting my muscles ripped in the time being while studying and preparing for the next year's PhD entrance exam.

I have complete faith in myself now.

I now know that I can do anything which I have determined so strongly.

My weight loss of 11 kgs in 6 weeks with no stretch marks has taught me that yes, I can.

My HP Poem #1629
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
By reading this particular,

Poem which you're reading,

Which you will read on further,

To finally come to the conclusion,

That I Was Just Trying To Disgust You!
Just getting bored of life as ever! :P
© Atul Kaushal
736 · Feb 2016
When You Turn Twenty Five
Àŧùl Feb 2016
And the old ways are not satisfactory enough,
You feel like wanting to marry a petite girl.
A beautiful girl she should be who gives you a feeling pleasurable,
You start dreaming of her imparting satisfaction immeasurable,
Imagine her digging nails into your back as deeper you seep.
Not away from marriage you keep your desires ever,
And the imagination takes the better of your youth,
The volcano accumulates lava & erupts blissfully.
My HP Poem #1022
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
He married her.
She was from really far away.
She lived in a home over two thousand kilometers.

He had promised her.
She had been defied by him later.
She was promised by him that he would shift to her land.

He wished to be more active.
She couldn't bear the stench of his breath.
She was having a bad time with it and was more inactive therefore.

He later turned perfidious to her.
She again felt defied and extremely cheated by him.
She could not accept that her husband was doing what she had only heard of.

He never regretted when caught red-handed.
She prevented herself from committing suicide at that time.
She thought of her son on a second thought when she was considering of a suicide.

He could not see beyond the mountains & the valley.
She was scared and could never wish to grasp the tower he offered.
She only considered marriage as a union of souls beyond the basic physical requirements.

He was not as wrong he seemed and his family boycotted him.
She never thought of love to be existing beyond the words and the promises.
She always thought of love as untouched & divine set free from all the requirements & the cravings.
21 Lines of Misunderstanding & Infidelity
My HP Poem #164
© Atul Kaushal
735 · Jan 2015
A Hope & A Promise
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Come out of the torment you are going through,
I will be waiting dear,
At the other invisible end of this dark tunnel only for you.

Come slap me with your results when they're out,
I am very confident that they will be fine
And I promise that I will only hug you in return.

Just please don't go so far away right now,
Take some time and don't come to conclusions.
In you, I saw my yesterday, in you I see my today, and only in you I will see my tomorrow.

Tomorrow will surely come,
You and me both know it,
It won't be too late and no damage done.

Just be calm,
Be generous,
Only shower your love on me.
For Kripi,
She's upset with me.

But actually,
She has just panicked in the shadow of exams like 2 years ago.

I understand it now even though she doesn't,
I got really upset when she said those words and abused her verbally for ditching me when I was in B'lore trying to sell our home there as I wanted to get settled here in the North and not in the South as B'lore is a difficult city and foremost reason, 'Kripi would be so far away from any society that she can easily communicate with as the language prominently spoken there is Kannada. Also, I didn't want her to feel too far away from her own home in Amritsar. While Karnal is only about 7 hours away from Amritsar via road/rail, Bengaluru is much more far away from Amritsar even by air.'

I am sorry Kripi, but now I understand your situation.

And have faith in yourself,
You will succeed in the worldly gauge of success for sure. But you have already succeeded in my eyes.

I won't hurry, you just patiently and dedicatedly appear for your exams.

Even then it's your wish whether you see a future with me or not.

My HP Poem #753
©Atul Kaushal
732 · Jul 2013
My Red Heart
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Got its colouration from the sins;
The sins I do and the atrocities you do;
Mysteriously upon me - just me...

My red heart scarring CRIMSON still;
There's no torch shining to search for you;
I now drop you as you've stopped struggling;
In the dark night I find myself laughing.....

I went away after I'd finished my job-task;
There's no heart beating for you any more;
You called this upon thyself & now sleep...

There's no gun issuer alive now anywhere;
I'm not a mad guy so I don't live a nomad's life;
You did succeed in rending my sinner's life;
Into a meaningless transporter's life.....
My HP Poem #341
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2023
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I am very happy now.

Loving my days as they shine,
Over the edge I pushed sorrow,
Viewing my love grow mature,
Enjoying the achievements I am.

My most adorable person,
On Earth and in the universe,
My father comes next.
These days I'm a Probationary Officer at the State Bank of India.

My HP Poem #1713
©Atul Kaushal
730 · Mar 2014
It Is Love
Àŧùl Mar 2014
How intensely I love you,
You wouldn't ever know,
But you know it is true...

How truly I love you,
You'll always know it,
Just till we meet at all..

How actually I love you,
You can only then know,
When we will really meet.
My HP Poem #588
©Atul Kaushal
729 · Jun 2017
What My Studies Taught Me
Àŧùl Jun 2017
My studies have shown me the value
Of the perseverance & dedication
Nice in life is really very high

Although you are upset with me now
My love is not so weak as you think
Our future I dreamed & planned
Under a beautiful sky we will live
Rob me of love even yourself can not

Kindly open the doors for me
Ring your door bell when I do
Indeed I'm a mad egoistic man
Past has that old night of love
I** miss your kiss on my lips...
I am that stubborn, hard-willed and persistent lover.

My HP Poem #1593
©Atul Kaushal
729 · Feb 2018
Longing
Àŧùl Feb 2018
I AM LONGING FOR YOUR LOVE
I was born with a morose luck.

Awnings of my eyelids contain it,
Meaning to contain the deluge.

Love me not with anything restricting you,
Onto my future, you should move,
Not carrying the baggage of your past,
Genteel breezes of your breath, me they heal,
Into the future you must step with me,
Not worrying about negative things,
Guest you be mine and just accompany me.

Few to wait are more years,
Over the long and lanky,
Rosy and sunny days.

Yes, only your love saves me,
On the days of loneliness,
Under the wicked sky,
Rugged are otherwise my feelings.

Lost in the past is my sweetheart,
Ostensible is my love for you,
Veering away from it you are,
Expecting I am this exclusivity.
I am longing for your love

My HP Poem #1704
©Atul Kaushal
729 · Mar 2017
A Sinful Mistake
Àŧùl Mar 2017
I try to kindle a sweet pupa
As I bring it here to my room
And I keep it there on the floor.
Then I start to observe it regularly.
Soon one day it starts to stir up
So I try to help the moth inside
And I cut its pupa with a knife.

What came out was a beautiful butterfly!

But the butterfly would not fly,
Instead it started squirming there,
And it looked quite pitiful grounded.
The natural struggle had been absent.
It was a sinful mistake at that time,
My helping it break open its pupa,
It had not learned to struggle.

I watched it staying so grounded there!

I could not make it learn anything,
My helping it metamorphose was bad,
And it was actually criminally awful,
Now it will spend its life thinking,
And only thinking that it is normal,
Lying & squirming was its capability,
I hate myself for ruining the pupa.
I am so sorry for The Mystery.
I have realized what mistake I made.
It was totally wrong trying to manipulate.
I'll admit that I should've stayed away.
Now the girl might never realize it.

But she had a lot of scope to toil hard.
Toil hard to reach the pinnacle of success.
I'm sorry to have ever come close to you.

Please don't be like the disturbed pupa.
You can do a lot of hard work yourself.
Please don't hesitate to work hard in India.

Away from India you have to work harder.
And I have known more stories of people who broke down.
Please don't think that you must do the opposite of whatever I say.

I rest my case in hopes that you will not do your own damage in a bid to show me that I have always been wrong.

I wish that I could revert the time back to December 31st 2012 wee hours when the actual damage happened behind the veil of love.

It was untimely love for you and me.

I don't say anything like you were immature for love at that time but I just wanted to recount the things as they came out.

My HP Poem #1469
©Atul Kaushal
728 · Apr 2017
Love
Àŧùl Apr 2017
If love is successful,
It can translate as life.
If love is unsuccessful,
It can be deadly too.

If love is successful,
One may play the leisurely fife.
If love is unsuccessful,
One may start their countdown.

If love is successful,
It can bless a person.
If love is unsuccessful,
It will **** the person.
My HP Poem #1511
©Atul Kaushal
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