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Àŧùl Dec 2012
Finally known Myself;
I am a soldier of time,
Only the conquest of life,
Aboard the ship to Hell.

Finally known the World;
They all aren't players,
Only the cargo here,
Aboard the ship to Hell..

Finally known You;
You weren't the Angel,
Only a mirage of one,
Aboard the ship to Hell...

For I'm one among the few;
Who struggle this way,
Only the best ones survive,
Aboard the ship to Hell....

Because the World is preferential;
To winners & not strugglers,
Only the winners'd thrive,
Aboard the ship to Hell.....

And You were just like them all;
To me gave a sweet deception,
Only to leave me alone here,
Aboard the ship to Hell......

But in the end all of the World joins me;
To the trip of time in the ship to hell,
Only after serving their sentence,
Aboard the ship to Hell.......
It is my humble request to all staunch theists not to read this poem seriously, I don't intend to debate over any spiritual issues as I wouldn't change my stand ever.
733 · Apr 2019
Stupid Cupid Indulgence
Àŧùl Apr 2019
Harry was the best friend of Henrietta.
Harry cared about Henrietta,
So much so that he loved her.
One day Harry prepared to propose her,
Before he did, Henrietta told him something.
She told him that she loves Henry,
However, Henry was seeing Lisa.

Harry was determined to get Henry for Henrietta.
Harry wanted happiness for Henrietta,
As if she's his daughter, his alter ego.
One day Harry charmed Lisa & lured her into a room,
And all this while, he made a video of them making love together.
Lisa was not aware of the video he made,
Harry beamed the video to Henry.

When Henry ditched Lisa,
He accused her being a cheater.
Yet with Henrietta he did not indulge,
And Lisa tried to woo him back.
Lisa apologized and felt it too,
Bad for Henrietta, Henry forgave Lisa.
This left Harry helpless & hapless.

Finally he loudly spoke up an ode to her,
Harry to Henrietta that be,
"Can't you tell that I love you,
Oh how much I love you?"
I slept with Lisa to make sure Henry,
The guy you want so badly,
Broke up with her.
She apologized and he accepted her back,
Their love is flexible and true.
Yet you don't see me seething with resentment and pain,
How I wish for you to see that I love you so much!"


Henrietta's eyes brimmed with tears,
Tears of realization and happiness.
Harry & Henrietta stared at each other,
In a moment that was so pregnant,
All the ambience was so stagnant.

Then both Harry and Henrietta lunged for dear life,
And they jumped towards each other to let the lips lock.
They kissed each other and caressed the partner's neck,
As if life is forever here to stay and they can play the leisurely fife.
Stupid Cupid Indulgence.
A short poetic romance young adult fiction work. Do tell in comments what part of this story you like the most.

My HP Poem #1740
©Atul Kaushal
733 · May 2020
August Landmesser
Àŧùl May 2020
All the strength of my impertinent love.
I shall be the August Landmesser.

Low I shall keep my arm en masse,
Of course, I shall not heil the Führer,
Viewing my parents as the dictators, I am,
Expect me they do forget the love of yours.

Yet I shall not comply with their orders,
Of course, I shall always love only you,
Unless I am successful, rest I shall not.
My HP Poem #1846
©Atul Kaushal
733 · Jun 2019
Hesitation
Àŧùl Jun 2019
Kindly avoid going to any hill station,
While planning so, bear some hesitation.

You are so very hot,
But the hills are not.

What if you go there when,
All that area starts boiling then.
My HP Poem #1745
©Atul Kaushal
732 · Jan 2017
Raise A Toast To Yesterday
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Yesterday you were in my mouth,
Even I was enjoying ******* you,
And you melted between my lips,
Hot lips of mine made you drips.

On the cusp of love you waited to burst,
Heaving your ***** in a heavy workout.

Your depth was deeper than I thought,
Entering my mouth were all your juices,
And I gave you what you always sought,
Heavens I visit while eating you, ice cream.

Just come on, come and descend,
Upon me like a playful fox,
Seeming like eternity,
Trusting you.

Come here,
Over here,
Magically,
Excellently.

Tomorrow is unforeseen,
On the cusp of uncertainty.

Mangoes we deserve after such harsh winters,
E*erily quiet is this dead midnight approaching.
Another of my special secondary acrostic poems.
An unintended concrete poetry of a whisky toast.
My HP Poem #1372
©Atul Kaushal
731 · Jan 2016
Childhood Memories
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I was a difficult kid,
One who wished till every bit,
Not going to the school.

I still am like that,
But just not that bit I called difficult,
Now I go to the college.
My HP Poem #981
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
This is a thought for all the days,
Ponder upon it as the sun stays,
Even if a group of clouds plays...

Darker even than the darkest night,
Thin is the strand holding us tight,
Lighter even than the air so light..

Think of me when you're bothered,
Guess what I must've suggested,
Even as you struggle & get tired.

Think about these golden words,
Those we share & those we don't,
Saying all is something we won't..

Staying happy now in our misery,
When it is to love we're no miserly,
The love potion flows ceaselessly...
My HP Poem #421
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2015
From the first sunbeam of the morning,
To the last moment we are awake of the night,
I wanna love you.

From my back to my sides,
I want you to scratch me red,
And scratch me hard, harder.

I want you to pull me down the hardest,
Let's both drown in love together,
Someday in future if I do it, it'll be with you.

I wanna sunbathe with you in private,
With no inhibitions at all obstructing us,
And we let each other be the massage therapists.
My HP Poem #924
©Atul Kaushal
728 · Nov 2013
My Letter To My Loved One
Àŧùl Nov 2013
There are many such poems composed by you which I admire and love.

I respect you as a gifted human being in my life.

You have a great identity for me and you really rock my life.

Thanks for being the way you've been around for all these days in my mind buddy and for all the quality time spent with each other.

I have found you on the phone and over the Internet anytime I was feeling really lonely.

I can only keep wondering what auspicious moment was it that you were written in my destiny and merely smile to answer it.

I know that you are wondering what makes me blabber such cute stuff about us, but you know that you should also try harder to get what you want from your career.

In the end, I reassure you that I am and I will be around for you forever and ever.
Not a poem actually, but it seems really worthwhile sharing this.

My HP Poem #463
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
As I'm brought up by a working couple,
I have seen their mutual disagreement,
Not just in few but in many facets of life.

As I'm only facing loneliness since birth,
I have hated my lonely life as the only kid,
Not just in loneliness but also in a crowd.

As I'm treading on the path of life alone,
I have sought your constant company,
Not just in my dark but also in brightness.

As I'm experiencing your distant friendship,
I have this rare privilege of being inspired,
Not just in my poetry but also in my smiles.

As I'm going along you on this rugged path,
I have already started to realize your worth,
Not just make me feel blessed but also lucky.

As I'm looking out on the path of my life,
I have few reasons to be bothered about,
Not just about my health but also feelings.

As I'm receiving all the goods of happiness,
I have learnt a new lesson of love from you,
Not just about romance but also about care.
My HP Poem #426
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
When Trumpet can be all powerful President of the United States,
Then Viola can be the future Queen of the United Kingdom, and,
Surely a Drums Master can better be the Prime Minister of India.
My HP Poem #1404
©Atul Kaushal
726 · Nov 2017
I Shall Still Love You
Àŧùl Nov 2017
I shall always love you.

Even after our marriage,
Equally I shall still love you.

Let only me be your incubus,
Control your dreams,
And I shall still love you.

Even after our childbirth,
Equally I shall still love you.

I shall still love you.

I am not a fictional God,
I shall still always love you.

Let only yourself be my succubus,
Whatever the face be,
I shall still only love you.

Even I should know it,
That you will always love me.

You will always love me.
My HP Poem #1681
©Atul Kaushal
726 · Jan 2015
Novice
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I am 24 years old,
Call myself experienced,
Oh,
But so novice at loving.

And now I hold no wish at loving.
My HP Poem #742
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
May 7 is but here
I've nothing to fear.
I won't fall again in the
Deadly clutches of death.
People have left me in pain
To make way for better ones.
My heart's wish to be with ones
Who love me is getting here now.
To completion in contentment it gets
Now and just few more years it will take.
In the year 2017 I will complete 7 full years
Of this life so complete and I'll talk to her dad.
Hopefully by then I'll make my career too decent
Making it easy enough for him to decide about us.
May 7, 2010 was the eventful day in my life which I can't ever forget.
I met with a deadly accident that day which changed my life.
No, I don't mourn that day, but I celebrate the victory of life.
Victory of my parents in saving me and the victory of my well wishers' wishes over my ill-wishers' wishes.
So I am just happy in completing 3 years of my second life.
And that's not all, those who know why they know why. ;)
My HP Poem #218
©Atul Kaushal
726 · Jan 2016
Oh My Love!
Àŧùl Jan 2016
If forever you did stay,
I surely wouldn't stray.

You knew an agnostic,
But my love is cathartic.

I believed you to be strong,
But you turned out hollow.

It could have purged them,
Had you confessed your sins.

But you chose to escape,
Pity such a great Coward.
My HP Poem #965
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
Just feel free as you,
Ride me,
Let all inhibitions leave you tonight.

As you go to sleep,
With me,
Hope that you rest peacefully.

I'll make sure as you,
Join me,
*That you will rest in peace.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I woke up
In the Morning,
Startled,
By the Mourning.

I quickly got outta mah bed,
Wore my slippers & darted,
Only to witness the dread,
My neighbor was going to be dead.

He had suffered an attack,
In the lawn while he was mowing,
He sat there on the mower at first moaning,
Little later nothing but lifeless he appeared taken aback.

Then I opened my eyes with a start,
Only to stare at the ceiling,
I went out & made sure,
It was my nightmare with closed eyes.

Nobody was dead in reality,
I looked into my eyes while brushing,
First I grinned at myself through the froth,
And I lightly hit my own head from the forth.

Then I was made to think about,
My own Dad as he has gotten old too,
He was bad only during time he had lost it,
He's my Dad & was my Nurse along with Mom.

I went to my parents' room & found them gone,
Morning had started and they had tasks for their own,
My dad was mowing our lawn winked and smiled at me,
This was just one of the nightmares I saw with my open eyes,
Nursing was when I was at my worst health condition, 42% disabled I still continue to recover.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
23rd December, 1990; 20:45 IST GMT +5:30
The universe is born with a history & time is started.
Atul is born on a rainy-stormy frigid snowless night.**
People were made to believe that all of this has had been there since a long time.
But for me, the world started when I was born and will end when I die.
Just some Gibberish vain minded words.
Thought I'd scare you with my boredom today!
Ha ha ha! :-D
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Whether you come,
Or you do not,
I will survive,
Yes I will thrive.

Howsoever be the measure,
There won't be any pressure.
As you are connected to me,
And I am committed to you.
Whether you come,
Or you do not,
I will survive,
Would I thrive?

What fun will be my life,
Without you as my wife,
What life will be my life,
Each moment punishes.
So you should come,
Now you do,
I will survive,
Then I'll thrive.
Translation of my fourth Hindi language song.
The song called 'Tu Aaye' is translated herein.

My HP Poem #1410
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2017
I had her as a dear friend.
I wanted her to be my life,
Wanted her to be my wife.
It did not work in the end,
I want to play a happy fife.
It failed no matter what I send,
I had my love, now not even a friend.
My HP Poem #1459
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I am gonna live forever through my poetry and my story even if I perish to the suspected brain tumour from the internal injuries in my brain that still persist as massive blood clots, tinnitus, vertigo and hence a probable tumour.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/aw/B00MYY0DMA
http://hellopoetry.com/Atul/poems/popular
Not a poem.
723 · May 2021
Lies From The Tablecloth
Àŧùl May 2021
They cooked stories about Abraham,
Peddled the lies about plagiarism,
God Bráhmàņ became a deity,
Bráhmàņ people I mean,
Demeaned the ****** status,
Idol worshipping is optionality,
They typecasted Đhàrmà to an -ism,
My HP Poem #1927
©Atul Kaushal
722 · Apr 2018
Audacity Of Humanity
Àŧùl Apr 2018
Human life is not weak,
And it is very audacious.
Nearing its extinction,
Humanity was in the 1300s.
But humanity resurged,
Even after the great famine,
And the Black Death too.
My HP Poem #1707
©Atul Kaushal
722 · May 2015
Complete
Àŧùl May 2015
These are not just poems that I write for you,
But I lay down pieces of my heart in a jigsaw that you will complete.
These are not just words that I say daily to you,
But these are peacock feathers out of my wings of love complete.
These are not just feelings that I possess about you,
But these are delicate flowers of true love needing care complete.
My HP Poem #864
©Atul Kaushal
719 · Feb 2014
Grandiose
Àŧùl Feb 2014
The Grandiose Of Our Love,
Lies Not In The Fact That It Is Young,
Nor In The Innocence It Always Shall Bear...

The Grandiose Of Our Love,
Lies Not In The Fact That It Is True,
Nor In The Romance It Always Shall Bear..

The Grandiose Of Our Love,
Lies Not In The Fact That It Is Art,
Nor In The Beauty It Always Shall Bear.
My HP Poem #551
©Atul Kaushal
719 · Jan 2013
My Guides
Àŧùl Jan 2013
You Are My Guide
And My Parents
Are My Guides Too.

You, Her & Him
Just Are Three
Of My Five Guides.

I Learn Daily
The From World
About My Own Life.

Other Guides Are
TiMe And Me
Completing My Five Guides.

The Five Guides
Show Me Light
On The Path I Myself Chose.

Others Are Dependable
Guides In The Tree
Of Life That Gets Taller & Taller.

I Seldom Water
The Tree I Own
But It Shows The Parasitic Growth.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
I am a proud patient of OCD.
I am obsessive, yes definitely,
And that too I am compulsive.
But no worries 'bout that at all,
It's a part of what completes me,
If people are bothered by this way,
I will convince them to be like me.

I can not tolerate the middle path.
Either I do it just so very perfectly,
I want it all to be perfect totally,
If I do it then it gotta be perfect,
Or it ain't attempted altogether.
Else, it would get jammed up,
On my mind, yeah in my life.
My HP Poem #1403
©Atul Kaushal
718 · Feb 2017
A Perfect Smile
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Smile
In the
Night,
Day will be
Here during
Ill-light.

Benign will be your presence,
Exhausted I am now,
August will be your presence,
Unite with me,
Think about it,
Y*ou're the reason.
For the sole Sindhi Beauty I am aware of.
My HP Poem #1450
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
It's been 7 years since my accident,
Today my grievous injuries are old,
Nothing I could've done to prevent,
But I'm so happy today that I'm bold.
I will live and I will happily thrive,
When it is time I'll be really happy,
Elements are expressed in me all five.

A single terror that still haunts me,
I do not want a long life for future,
Instead I prefer a really small life,
If it is happy with a family to inspire.
Wait I don't for a beautiful partner,
I look for a fine woman as my wife,
Not another immature person for life.

Today I am really happy with time,
I am really happy with May 7, 2017,
Unlike 2010, this May 7 was happy,
This very day started in the midnight.
I had my rebirth day with friends,
My friend Kamlesh had her b'day,
We clubbed both of the celebrations.
May 7, 2017 was a great day in my life.
I celebrated my rebirth day and my sisterly friend Kamlesh's birthday in the department.
I had brought two cakes for the party and everyone loved the glazed fruits topping on the vanilla-base and green apple cream of the vegetarian round-shaped cakes.

Though I still resent Kripi for leaving a gaping hole in my life by ditching me unexpectedly out of the blues just for helping herself give into her own internal demons of incompetency. I know that I will find it easy to move on if I stop considering all new girls I meet as my sisters as I am not committed any longer with an insecure girl who would fret about losing me to a better looking girl.

My HP Poem #1529
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Never ever You would know,
This sapling that we grow,
Becomes much bigger,
Even more clearer,
It would carry our dreams.

Up with itself,
Into the sky,
With one,
Creepy,
Or two more creepers.

I could never ever,
Tell You how,
You make,
My own,
Heart skip beats.
My HP Poem #179
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2019
This is my first one for you,
Yes, the first among uncountable to come.
You should be ready, yes you,
Your life will change with my romance.
I am ready for you, yes, me too,
My life is scented by your unparalleled youth.
Let us make life happen - me and you!

I don't just want to live with you,
Yes, only when I'm with you, I want death to come.
You might get scared, but you shouldn't be,
Your apprehensions are resolvable with patience.
I know you are ready for me, yes, you are too,
My life is scented for you by my own set of experiences.
Let yourself fall in love with me - I'll catch you!

I shall come to your land and take your hand,
Yes, I shall propose you and your family, just let me come.
You be patient too, just like me, yes, you should be,
Your three spatial dimensions will expand and evolve.
I am a magician of the written word, yes, you know,
My life is scented by my own words that I now write to you.
Let me and my words seep deep into your sweetest heart!
My HP Poem #1737
©Atul Kaushal
717 · Dec 2015
I Had Just Lit The Path Up
Àŧùl Dec 2015
She was preparing for her exams,
And I was aiding her for the prep,
Over the telephone I helped her.

She was a bright student always,
And I had to rarely give even a tip,
On some biology topics I guided her.

I loved her like my child.

Misconception rose its head,
In the end the relation died,
So much is lost in this fight,
So much is epitomized here.

Young and cheerful her face,
Oftentimes I am remembering,
Unhappy I am as I fell from grace.
And it's my birthday again on 23rd of December.

My HP Poem #937
©Atul Kaushal
717 · Apr 2017
Slurping Her Juices
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Down on her I descend,
To kiss her pain away,
Slurping her tears...

Then I climb down more,
I kiss life inside heart,
Slurping her grief...

Further down the valley,
Bringing fire to that rift,
Slurping her pleasure...
My HP Poem #1491
©Atul Kaushal
717 · Dec 2016
This Moment I Am Alive
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Why should I live this coming moment now?
What difference would my presence make??
Will this world be gifted anything by me???

There might be a big alibis to my situation.
They will all have their conniving reasons..
Those are just manifestations interrelated...
My HP Poem #1344
©Atul Kaushal
716 · Nov 2019
Good Things Take Time
Àŧùl Nov 2019
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Rallying in hordes of horses,
Assassins from malsI pillaged us,
Maraud they did our temples.

Merely by converting out from Đhärm,
And reading the Satanic Verses,
Never you do forget your roots,
Demolish the original temple they did,
India is Bhāräŧ and will always be,
Right now the Hïnđū people celebrate.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
My HP Poem #1806
©Atul Kaushal
715 · Sep 2017
Volatility
Àŧùl Sep 2017
I have a dream.
Yes, I too have a dream.
A dream of a happier future,
A dream of a brighter tomorrow,
A dream of a lovelier morrow,
A dream of a beautiful wife,
The dream of a better life.

And I picturize it with you,
But this dream is so volatile.
It might perish unrealized,
If I do not achieve you,
You are not just a person for me,
But you are even an aim,
And I am the soldier for it.
My HP Poem #1662
©Atul Kaushal
715 · Jun 2017
Memories
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I still waste my tears in your memory,
I still miss the romance in my poetry...

In your company I was carefree,
And you bit your fingers naughtily.
You used to meet me often secretly,
A lot of time is gone but I still miss it.

I used to pull the corner of the curtains suddenly,
And I remember how you veiled your face behind the scarf.
Those sunlit hot afternoons when I used to call you,
And I still miss how you used to run barefoot onto the terrace to romance with me.
But now those memories pinch me.
My HP Poem #1581
©Atul Kaushal
714 · Jul 2017
1620 CE - A Severe Frost
Àŧùl Jul 2017
The Thames river froze that year,
Ênglish sheep husbandry I tell ya,
The Thirty Years' War continued,
Epic losses to sheep & men alike.

À cataclysmic year for many.

Testing year for **** sapiens,
Ênchanted were the scavengers,
True bounty for dogs & vultures,
Europe almost killed its cultures.
A tête à tête with history.

But human beings are hardy organisms.
They have always recovered from worse.
Most English sheep succumbed to winter that year.

Out of a flock of 20,000 sheep only 35 were left in England that year.

The 30 Years' War (1618 to 1648) that had killed 8 million people overall, had killed many people due to their injuries and the merciless cold.

A retrospective poem reminding the ability of humanity to preserve all life.

The English people had regained much of their sheep flock soon in the 5 years that followed.

My HP Poem #1620
©Atul Kaushal
714 · Mar 2014
A Day Will Come
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Your eyes would not ever get moistened,
Now just let me take all your pain away,
How much longer would you shove it in,
There is no place for tears in your eyes...

All your wishes and each of your desires,
They are all so tangy and sweet and sour,
Just wait until all the desires are fulfilled,
Do not worry dear such a day will come...
My HP Poem #579
©Atul Kaushal
713 · Apr 2018
Dear Pooh Bear
Àŧùl Apr 2018
Dear Pooh Bear
I can never get over
The memory of your scent.

Never let me
Find you gone and
Just stay here until the end.

We have a dream
To pursue and achieve
For our cute next generation.
My HP Poem #1706
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Three fifty four kilometers,
That's the distance between us.

Three mouse-clicks away,
That's the space between us..

Three+Two hours it will take,
That's the least from my city...
(: (: (: (: (: :) :) :) :) :)
My HP Poem #200
© Atul Kaushal
712 · Sep 2016
Do Not
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Do not be too much trusting,
For loyalty comes from within,
A woman cheated her father,
But her father was not at fault,
And now she apes, not her father,
She learnt nothing from him,
But from the woman instead.
My HP Poem #1121
©Atul Kaushal
712 · Apr 2021
I'm Looking To Get Married
Àŧùl Apr 2021
If you have any such bachelorette in sight,
Do inform me. I am a straight man.
I want to get married asap,
No restrictions on age, religion or creed.
Just want an in-law family, which is vegetarian.
+918950932456
712 · Aug 2016
'Coz I Know
Àŧùl Aug 2016
You will end up with someone disappointed in you,
Your moments of happiness will end up in blue.

Ditching me you are not going to be happy ever,
If I weep off my nights alone then you won't be happy either.
My HP Poem #1107
©Atul Kaushal
711 · Jul 2017
The Odd Girlfriend
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Smart was my first girlfriend,
Open minded she was a friend.

She was my 3rd crush,
Often she would blush,
Forget I'd all the rush,
The ***** of hers was so plush.

Why I remember our third kiss,
Ended it so sweetly in a bliss,
Royal caramel chocolate I miss,
Enthralling was her soft hiss.

Her memories I remember sharply,
Exceptional was my every reply,
Really my kisses were never haply.

Lies never ever appeared among us two,
In fact she wanted me to be her Mewtwo,
Penance she was my life number two,
S*he wanted to kiss me but atwo*.
I can't help how I always rhyme my poems.

My HP Poem #1641
©Atul Kaushal
711 · May 2017
Stone Hearted Lover
Àŧùl May 2017
O stone hearted lover,
I considered you mine,
My own God of love.
I made a big mistake,
Oh what I thought,
And what turned out.
O stone hearted lover...

Carrying your face in my heart,
I would even walk on cinders,
You're still there where I prayed,
I am still where you'd left me.
There's no crazy lover like me,
O stone hearted lover...

I had thought when the nights,
Become too much desolate,
The fire of faith in her heart,
It will enlighten my path.
When I got hit then I knew,
O stone hearted lover...

Wish you had known him,
The one you have rejected,
Not just a mirror or a crystal,
You have downed a divine heart.
Now even my skies are barren,
O stone hearted lover...
My HP Poem #1547
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
I remember our Metabolic Engineering result,

Mass reappear.

The examiner scared the **** out of us,

****** examiner.

But I'm not more than disappointed,

I'm a fighter.

I love challenges,

Hard ones.
My HP Poem #238
©Atul Kaushal
710 · Aug 2017
In Memoriam
Àŧùl Aug 2017
Keep missing her love I am always,
Richter scale failed during those days,
In the ones that earthquake struck,
Poor me - I sank in her crooked love,
I'm a man simple to stupidity's extent.

I tried so hard only to end up faithless,
Should love ever cross my way again?

Drooling over an apparent innocence,
Electric shocks I'll always remember,
Again I know she won't fall from grace,
D**eepening is this sorrow in my cage.
My HP Poem #1648
©Atul Kaushal
710 · Jan 2016
Bhumika
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I miss your poems.
A collection of bests they were,
Only not giving due credit,
And plagiarism they term it,
Your poem about your bunny,
It was as real as that hot sunny,
Why plug out my recharge wire?

Her poems were not all plagiarized,
At least not her poem about her bunny,
What you guys did was to pshaw her so much,
That she deleted her account altogether.
My HP Poem #1000
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Lady,
Only if you can guarantee that you would let me be,
Accept my love for you unbridled and be patient,
I want to hear your gab daily,
Not just for an hour or a day,
But for life - I would dare to say,
And you will be my pretty princess.
My HP Poem #731
©Atul Kaushal
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