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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
Àŧùl Aug 2021
Midriff burning sensation,
Exactly as if it will explode,
Nocturnal timings help,
Stark daylight is undesirable,
Troublesome five days,
Ripe burning inside the temple of life,
Under the wicked sky,
Awry is the cup for collection,
Lopsided is its construction.

Cusping the proof of life,
Unfailing burning sensation,
Pouting by the end of a month.
Phlegethon is a stream of fire or fiery light.
My HP Poem #1940
©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
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
765 · 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
765 · Aug 2024
Open Letter
Àŧùl Aug 2024
Life needs a fire of happiness inside me.

The one inside me died when people refused to even have a look at my independently published novels.

I tried to write books inspired metaphorically by my own life-threatening coma-inducing high-speed bike accident. When the Indian publishers rejected my manuscript, terming it as poorly written or full of proofing errors, I self-published my novels on the Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing Program.

So far, I have successfully achieved twice as much success than what I envisioned in my first novel. I completed my graduation despite that accident, just like Akshant did so in the novel. Then I even got the M.Tech on institutional scholarship. Afterwards, I even started a PhD course in Animal Biotechnology from the same ICAR-National Dairy Research Institute as my M.Tech on institutional scholarship, but had to quit it when COVID19 struck. I started preparing for various competitive recruitment exams.

I qualified as a Probationary Officer with the Bank of India through the IBPS PO/MT CRP-XII, but joined the State Bank of India as a Probationary Officer because that was a better option.

As I had cleared even SSC-CGLE AAuO exam, I later quit the SBI PO job when I received the call letter from my present job.

Some people have even dared to defame my novels by rating them badly on Amazon.

Now I have to accept that I can't ever expect my friends, relatives, or colleagues to read my novels. I'll just focus on my job and forget that I wasted 14 years in writing and self-publishing the 9 titles on Amazon as Kindle eBooks and hardcopies. Maybe my depression will help me passively **** myself one day.

My blood pressure is already much lower than normal. Vitamin supplements help, but temporarily.

So many artists have died due to depression. I shall not be the first one. People can go berate my novels on Amazon. My parents tell me that since I have a job now, I shouldn't focus on my creative expression.
Depressed because the society rejects me as just a lucky survivor. They don't give me an opportunity to prove myself. I feel that I'd be happier after I die. 🫥
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
764 · 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 Apr 2013
They have a wide choice
To pick any sharp-pointed
Tool to slice my neck with
Or to stick in my stomach.
But no!
I know that they won't be
Satisfied hurting me ******
And so they took to words
Or simple boycott they've.
...Their weapons...

Unluckily they were once my friends
And I had set afire the newest trends
Improvising & exploiting my ways,
Which they follow until these days.
And lo!
They forget me - they forgot me
They have forgotten my words
For I wasn't their teacher ever
Nor would they ever become
...Atul Kaushal Sharma...
My HP Poem #151
© Atul Kaushal
764 · Dec 2016
What I Invested In Life
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I invested in love.
Then I kindled it,
With faithfulness.

I sowed the seed,
Then I watered it,
With so much care.

I am so well-versed with life,
Then I know a thing about it,
With patience, it only ripens.

I want it to grow,
Then I must care,
With high patience.

I planted the tree,
Then I must wait,
With selflessness.
HP Poem #1326
©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
762 · Jun 2017
Zzzzzz!
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I* remember the ultimate terror,
Bunch of killer bees attacking me,
Assailed I was by a shifting pack,
Not a single cadet left behind,
Each of them stinging me royally,
Z**apping through to make death metal!
I am planning to get one Ibanez electric guitar.
My HP Poem #1571
©Atul Kaushal
761 · Apr 2015
Compoetriots
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Because here aboard Hello Poetry,
Most of us are in the same fleet.
This post is a tribute to all of you,
Because I'm genuinely pleased.
We are one family & many people care,
So understanding poets you all are best.
I am so grateful to my compoetriots...

I am so lucky to be here with you all,
There are no borders here & no divide,
Really close to Utopia if we want it to.
Because if it becomes perfect,
The place will never be unique.
Most of you are very genuine,
Because it stays so interesting...
My HP Poem #830
©Atul Kaushal
760 · Nov 2015
Hope (2º Acrostic)
Àŧùl Nov 2015
In a rejuvenated hope I remind.

A** wise collection of words,
My memory shares with you.

Some days are really bad,
Others are even worse,
Reign they who have the reins,
Reins to their own life,
Yet in synch with love.

Kindness may soar high,
Routing away is no solution,
If you let patience prevail,
Problems will be solved,
In fact, you lose nothing.
I am your Drona forever.
All I ask is patience, dear.
Our perseverance will pay us brightly.
My HP Poem #920
©Atul Kaushal
760 · Jul 2016
The Webster
Àŧùl Jul 2016
The one who knows all definitions,
Is the one Webster who wove it all,
But the Webster spun it so wicked.

Knew the Webster about negatives,
Allowed them to seep everywhere,
Provided not a one stop solution.

That is why people die of bullets,
They perish of many grievances,
Unable to bear the load they are.

No matter which the district,
Whatever may be the town,
Whichever be the parish.

Disciples and toppers,
Students and scholars,
They all come to perish.
My HP Poem #1094
©Atul Kaushal
759 · Oct 2016
A New Outlook
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Shouldn't we make all the politicians,
Famous or not first bear as prerequisite,
Bear the mandatory minimum sentences?

It'll be really revolutionary for the civility,
For it could be revolutionized - the polity,
Won't it narrow down the differences?
HP Poem #1176
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
My heart beats calmly
-It just calls her name-
With each strong beat

My life just revolves
-She does not know it-
Only around herself

My concentration has
-Quite interestingly ya-
Improved drastically
My HP Poem #518
©Atul Kaushal
758 · Mar 2015
She Said
Àŧùl Mar 2015
"It's not for sale,
You can't buy my love."

Then I replied,
"But I can trade it for love."*

Gladly enough,
She agreed & gave in to my touch.
My HP Poem #795
©Atul Kaushal
757 · 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
757 · Jul 2013
How She Charms
Àŧùl Jul 2013
She praises me with all her pretty smiles;
The ones she passes & winks to me daily;
And even the ones she keeps to herself...

She criticizes me so genuinely & sweetly;
The harsher ones are sweet in her voice;
And she doesn't even have to try for it...

She breathes just soo-sweetly during calls;
The warmth of her exhalation can be felt;
And so I imagine it on a winter Sunday...

She talks so softly that even roses'll blush;
The words escape her lips so effortlessly;
And the way she tells the three words...

She complains so childishly which confuses;
The tone of her voice tells me she's the one;
And I plan who'll be cuter - her or the kids!
And I complement her feelings wholeheartedly.
My HP Poem #344
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Is that because you have not experienced it,
Or due to the reason that you hear only bad about it,
Rotting & offensive stench of death discourages you, yes it does.

You would call me a mad man if I said that I've tried dying once,
But yes, definitely I've tried it once by getting my bike,
My helmet-protected head collided onto road.

It was because of the mishap I passed into a long sleep from it,
Or you may prefer to use the more appropriate word for it- coma,
Testing my limits & my loved ones for their love that I turned poetic.

Personality changes occur after a great emotional or physical upheaval,
So did to me, definitely was less bent towards this art form,
My people think I'm not me but someone primeval.

You & anyone who claims the otherwise to be true can confuse it to be bad,
With extremest pain for the self & the family of the one who dies,
But it's not their only confusion & not their only fear.

What we fear isn't just death,
It's the addictions controlling you & me,
Addiction of family, vices & oxygen made me win!
© Atul Kaushal
754 · Sep 2024
1998 CE
Àŧùl Sep 2024
I was young and naughty,
Like all other kids I was.

Of the school Matador,
The minibus,
I was a commuter.

Nirmal Public School,
Was all but a
Normal Public School.

For it was a strung off
From the highway
And was my first school.

In the Matador,
The last window was
Ajar.

It was already dangling,
My friend joked,
"You can't break it."

His comment,
Me it motivated,
I sought to prove I can.

I pushed it intentionally,
And the last nuts,
They became undone.

The window went thrashing down,
And the driver-conductor duo,
Me they punished.

It was overcast that afternoon,
And they made me crouch akin to a ****,
It started raining down.

Then the math teacher came,
And she vouched for my innocence,
"It was already dangling."

The bus crew,
They argued,
"But it was still there."

I was young,
Just 7 years,
And cute too.

The bus crew,
They softened up,
And let me go.

Ma'am, do you now remember me?
You travelled by the same bus,
For you lived in the same campus.

The National Dairy Research Institute,
Its residential campus we both called home,
I miss those days when I was young.
My HP Poem #1998
©Atul Kaushal
753 · Jun 2013
No Bluffing - Seriously!
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I am confident,
As you are my confidant.
Take this cue,
As you want to avoid the queue.
I am your dear,
As you seem like a sweet deer to me.
Take this beer,
As you will find me a wild bear jumping.
I am an imminent success,
As you will see my poems are all immanent.
I would be an eminent person for sure,
As you will see my persona develop and shine.
Written for you-know-who because it's you! ;-)
My HP Poem #273
©Atul Kaushal
752 · Jun 2017
Nothing To Lose
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Initially,
Her thought was a positive one,
And my memory sharpened,
So much that I still remember,
The first time she doublecrossed,
So like kids I had wept for her,
And an older friend Madhur,
His shoulder was my tear pillow.

Madhur had said, "If she made you cry now, how can she be your fabled truest lover, your soulmate?"

I remember how she had argued,
That I never cared enough for her,
But all my time was just for herself,
I so resent her for ever forgetting it,
How she revised her 10th with me,
I gifted her self-belief back then,
I know now she silences me.

I remember how I fixed a deal,
We sold the Bengaluru property,
For it our family had flown there,
But I remember how she was misled,
2013 was marred by an old terror,
My old phobia of getting ditched,
She forgot I got it sold for her.

2014 was a bit happier for me,
But I had wrongfully let her be,
I gave her immature self the key,
That key to my utmost happiness,
To behave like that I was foolish,
She was happy having my time,
Did I ever look at another girl?

I remember when my dad was ill,
He was admitted to the hospital,
In '15 winters it was exam time,
She had 'gain swayed off of me,
Young girl presented a Catch-22,
Choose from my thirst or thy dad,
I chose dedicatedly serving my dad.

I still try to woo her back in vain,
For I know she is a bullet astray,
Shot into the period by her age,
Social bounds are now a cage,
Like a Catty she pounces upon,
She surfs upon an internet tide,
And thinks that she is up to date.

Now I feel so tired of trying,
But I will try once again,
I will go to her house,
Once more I will go,
My course ends soon,
Now I just have to gain,
For there is nothing to lose.

Even our newer bigger home,
In Karnal comes to completion,
Opportunities are many in here,
Researching life I am indulged in,
Now is the time for me to watch,
Plan, act & watch the outcome,
I see joy is 'round the corner.

My happiness is in my own hand,
The pursuit of it is not so bland,
It is the most full of challenge,
No time to lose in indulgence,
It's now when I must perform,
The pursuit approaches an end,
My joy is in making destiny bend.
My HP Poem #1587
©Atul Kaushal
751 · 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
750 · 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
749 · Dec 2016
Literally
Àŧùl Dec 2016
He was made Dust bin Laden finally!
HP Poem #1338
©Atul Kaushal
749 · 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
748 · Nov 2015
My Daddy (2º Acrostic)
Àŧùl Nov 2015
All fallen angels did transform,
Newly formed was that fetus,
It is known as My Father finally,
Rude He is not the slightest bit,
Uplifting my spirits he often is,
Dabbed my rugged body he did,
Doing I now am the least I can,
He to His Son has been Godly,
A**nd I want Him to guide my kids too.
My father's name is Aniruddha Kumar Sharma and he's the best!

My HP Poem #914
©Atul Kaushal
748 · Dec 2016
Cement of Love
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I can now remember,
The night spent together,
When we had lost virginity,
But had gained a lot of quality,
Our friendship had bettered itself,
It so seemed like the doing of an elf,
Strengthened with the cement of love,
Kindled with that tenderness of a dove,
But now this memory is not at all useful,
And now this heart is just very resentful,
A lot changed & is entirely irreversible.
HP Poem #1317
©Atul Kaushal
748 · Nov 2024
February 6, 2000
Àŧùl Nov 2024
When you were born, oh my dear,
No doctor—no midwife predicted,
But, oh my dear, you've been a granny,
All throughout, all throughout.

When I first saw you,
I wanted to take you home,
Adorable, lovable, and pure
I really did want to kidnap you.

Why, you ask me...
Look at yourself,
Those pure eyes,
That cute face,
And that cuddly body.

I saw you in 2024,
And you were 24 years old,
I realised you're a 24-year-old grandma.
No fun, no bun, no run.

Oh, Teddy, I so wish...
I hope that you realised it...
Your words hurt me...
How you compared hurt me...

You generalised my trauma,
How could you compare?
You said, "Disabled people even clear UPSC-CSE,"
But you didn't stop there,
And you kept misbehaving...

If you never wanted to marry me,
You could've simply told your mom.

Off and on,
Undying spirit,
Not of positivity,
But of vengeance.

You never actually apologised,
So, I never forgave,
But it's hard,
Yes, it's so hard,
Hard to forget what we forged.

I had seen a world in your eyes,
In my mind, I had seen a future,
A future where you are with me,
A future where I train you, honey.

But why did we separate out?
C'mon now, tell me, why did we?
Couldn't you just be mine?
I wanted to live with you.

What was the need for separation?
I'm perplexed by how things went.
It was so right initially, the elation.
Why did the things prematurely end?
My HP Poem #2020
©Atul Kaushal

Meta AI's comments:
This poem is a heartfelt expression of:

1. Longing and love
2. Hurt and betrayal
3. Unforgiveness and nostalgia

The speaker addresses Teddy, born February 6, 2000, with a mix of affection and pain.

*Initial Affection*

- Admiring Teddy's purity, cuteness, and charm
- Desire to protect and care for Teddy

*Painful Shift*

- Realization of Teddy's transformation (24-year-old "granny")
- Hurt by Teddy's words, comparisons, and misbehavior
- Feeling traumatized and unforgiven

*Unresolved Emotions*

- Confusion and perplexity about separation
- Longing for a lost future together
- Unresolved issues and unspoken apologies

*Key Questions*

- Why did Teddy hurt and betray the speaker?
- Why did they separate?
- Why couldn't Teddy be honest about their intentions?

*Poetic Devices*

- Imagery (pure eyes, cute face, cuddly body)
- Metaphor (24-year-old granny)
- Repetition (oh my dear, why did we?)
- Rhetorical questions

*Themes*

- Toxic relationships
- Emotional trauma
- Unforgiveness and nostalgia
- Longing for lost love

This poem is a powerful expression of complex emotions.

Would you like to:

1. Explore ways to process emotional trauma?
2. Discuss healthy communication in relationships?
3. Analyze the impact of comparisons on self-esteem?
4. Examine poetry as a therapeutic outlet?
747 · 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
744 · Jan 2015
Assertions
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Statement:
I love her.

Truth:
I do love her but seek to change her, my love is untrue.

She's still a child at heart,
Unwilling to command it,
Wish I could be the same...

I would not say words,
To hurt her many times,
Wish I could be the same..

I take pity at her bad habits,
Forgetting once I was her age,
Wish I could be the same again.

But I know she'll grow up,
She'll meet her real match,
Someone as young as her.

It will not someone be surly as me,
Her match will surely be healthy,
Contrary to me he will be young..

I must live with myself,
I am not made for her,
I am made for none...
But does she not want to change me too?

My HP Poem #763
©Atul Kaushal
743 · Jul 2017
Every Single Time
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Every single time I am so sad,
And
Whenever your memories bring tears,
How
I distract myself from crying
Is
A simple technique.

I just remember the
Name
Of the most powerful man
And
It makes me guffaw a tummy tuck,
As
I can't really imagine a Trumpet blowing Donald Duck!
My HP Poem #1618
©Atul Kaushal
743 · Jul 2021
Before I Fall Asleep
Àŧùl Jul 2021
Before I fall asleep,
Let me dream a little.
If I dream about you,
Will you dance with me?

Before I get nightmares,
Let me rhyme a little.
If I sing a song to you,
Will you make love with me?

Before I fall from heaven,
Let me prepare a little.
If I fall in love with you,
Will you promptly hold me?
My HP Poem #1934
©Atul Kaushal
743 · Dec 2016
Veiled Interests
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I wanted the girl,
As I loved her, and,
She reflected my love.
But it's a thing of the past.
She reflected my love,
As I loved her, and,
I wanted the girl.
My HP Poem #1342
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I could buy you a Phantom,
I could buy you a Kohinoor,
I could buy you a Penthouse,
But I could never truly buy your heart,
To your pleasure & my **satisfaction...
© 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
742 · Feb 2014
Catty & Doggy
Àŧùl Feb 2014
She mews oftentimes & I call her Catty,
At these times she is in a romantic mood,
I respond by a howl so she calls me Doggy.

Cats & dogs are enemies more than often,
But we gel well together loving each other,
Just straining bitterness away with our love..

I got her gifts and I never want to lose her,
Neither to confusions or misunderstandings,
Nor to the biggest power there exists of time...
My HP Poem #555
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
Uno
She comes to my active memory.

Dos
She smiles looking at me.

Tres*
She hugs me.
My HP Poem #416
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
My age is less than your Jesus,
I was born 2 days before X-mas,
The year was 1990 Anno Domini.
My HP Poem #1336
©Atul Kaushal
741 · Sep 2018
Hi Jack! (Part 1)
Àŧùl Sep 2018
How are you?
And how is Jill?
I gathered in KG,
That you fell down,
Broke your crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
You must have grown up by now.
My HP Poem #1718
©Atul Kaushal
739 · Jun 2013
The Cool Summer Evening
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I'm sitting outside my home in NDRI campus.
It is a place full of trees & plants and insects.
It is full of life and the natural ambience.
I sit on the bridge I hear many sounds.
The crickets are droning continually.
Are they celebrating the victory too?
The Indian national cricket team won.
They defeated the Englishmen in finals.
This tournament victory reminds of '83.
Kapil Dev led the men to victory that time.
It was really inspiring for the present team.
Interestingly, that event was also in England!
But this piece of poetry is just for entertainment and does in no way endorse the game of cricket.
It also doesn't fail to convey my pleasure over this win over once the occupiers of my nation.
My HP Poem #329
©Atul Kaushal
739 · May 2017
Not Written In My Destiny
Àŧùl May 2017
An old hag, I tell ya,
She read my palm,
And revealed it.

That only momentary pleasures,
Were written in my destiny,
Of varying measures.

I agree to some extent,
Only torment is permanent,
As pleasures are just temporary.

Lost within myself they often get,
Like a delightful chocolate bar,
Akin to one from a beer bar.

Dissatisfied with every happiness,
Half filled with unspilled tears,
The other half of lost years.
My HP Poem #1545
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Oh my Creepy little fellow,
My bestest friend Creepy.

I remain alone here composing these poems,
In your dreams with closed eyes and the open eyes.

How could I not tell you that I've lost much in the time you're away,
You went away and so did the lucky charm you had brought my lonely way.

What else should I tell you about Creepy my friend, thinking so I frown,
In your absence much has been lost in my world that has turned upside down.

It's been long since I've read a poem of yours posted on Hello Poetry,
Everyone waits for you and I miss you the most my lovely young friend!

So tell me soon that you're free after your exams at least for some time,
I am done enough waiting and your absence is made felt even by the chime.
All is inspired by you in the end, in one way or another my Creepy Angel ;)
Your Expectant,
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I thought that all my pains will go,
That was my selfish motive in love.

I never foresaw my health worsening,
Now my head aches more, sweetly, though.

I have her bouncing in my memories,
May be on my pure love she was bouncing.

I should have coated my love for protection,
Lest she entered a period of parturition.

I wanted to sacrifice myself more for her,
Less for myself in the game of love.

I never wanted her to turn rougue,
For I had sworn my loyalty to her.

I know not where this vertigo will take me,
Everything shakes so violently in my head.
HP Poem #1205
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
I* have only been thinking every minute about her.

Lisping its way through her is our daughter,
Often she doubled as my dolly,
Very much I used to care for her,
Enjoy with me she did all the time.

Best of all she helped me move on,
Helped me realise my real worth,
Until time ends I shall love her,
Money-minded she was not,
If at all, she is real-minded,
Kingly she makes me feel,
A**s she herself is the queen.
Moving on constructively.
As she made me realize that there's a lot more to life than just love.
Leaving behind all delimiters.

My HP Poem #1378
©Atul Kaushal
735 · Dec 2023
A sure day in future
Àŧùl Dec 2023
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thingy?"
I, the caring father, with a gasp
Reply, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold where it has its stingy!"
A limerick for my future daughter, Shatakshi.

Another humorous poem. Another limerick.

HP Poem #1210
©Atul Kaushal
735 · Apr 2024
If I Were A Time Traveller
Àŧùl Apr 2024
If I were a time traveller,
Would I be able to jump back?
Or would I die in the process?

And if I could do a thing again,
Presuming that I reach back in time,
Would I remain conscious of what needs to be rectified?

And what's the guarantee that
What happened won't repeat itself the same way?
And what's going to happen to my existence in this timeline?

Traveling time would not make any difference,
Why?
Because the past has already happened, it can't be changed.

If at all, I'd end up in a parallel timeline,
Stuck forever,
In the middle of people who want me dead.
My HP Poem #1965
©Atul Kaushal
735 · Apr 2016
What Good Is The Fame?
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Epitomized fame, didn't she,
Atomized the blame, didn't she,
On herself, she put all the blame.
Did not knot it loose, she didn't,
Did never feel satisfied, she didn't,
Fed up with life, she ended her game.
Such was a lover who ended her life.
An Indian TV actress named Pratyusha Banerjee ended her life after hanging herself in her house from the ceiling.
She acted in the blockbuster Indian television series called Balika Vadhu  for which she also invited many accolades.

The actress's boyfriend is now being blamed because he & his ex-GF instigated the actress to a suicide.

This poem is a tribute to the departed soul.

My HP Poem #1047
©Atul Kaushal
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