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Àŧùl Oct 2016
Staring Up At The Plain, Lifeless Ceiling,
I Spend A Sleepless Night Alone Talking,
The Ceiling Says That It Is Never Falling,
And That Her I Should Finally Ignore,
But How Do I Ignore myself knowing,
For She Habitually Uttered Such - Lies,
I Had Been Such A Foolish Young Man,
Best Way To Moveon Is To Stop Feeling.
Angel Remembered – Part 3/7

HP Poem #1191
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
You listened to me once before,
I am happy that you're satisfied,
For a bigger test you prepare,
Don't you fret as I'm by your side.

You ask me who you are to me,
I answer it looking carefree,
I tell you with a smile,
You are a normal one,
And a chatting friend,
Who is a Nature's gift,
You're closest to heart,
And the best gift I received,
You smile brilliantly reading this.

You raise your eyebrows as you read on,
And baby you're much more to me,
You're my sweet lover,
I'm a learned advisor,
Your life-long friend,
You're my everything,
And the love between us everlasting,
You feel your love for me even stronger.

Rude I might be but so it is my dear!
I care for you!
But you still must prepare your notes!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
There's no escaping it in the real world!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
But you need not sweat, you need not fret,
I'm here to help you.
For real.

But don't you worry,
I am here by your side,
I'll help you proceed easy,
Towards success.
Don't think you will study less,
You will study more than others,
And you won't sweat or fret,
Because sky is what you want,
Toil hard & the moon is what you get.

(: I am here to help you my beloved little one. :)
Always & Forever
(: (: (: (: (: :) :) :) :) :)
My HP Poem #200
© Atul Kaushal
645 · Jul 2017
Dear Doctor Suman
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Troubleshooter she is,
How convenient it was,
And now I end my M.Tech,
No one else could help,
Kindest person she is.

Yes you were strict,
Oh and so cool too,
Understanding me.

Slowly but surely,
Under this ceiling,
Mam you helped me,
And like a real sister,
Not a doubt here.

Did your job require you to?
I do not think so, madam.
Did you help me as you could?
I** think you helped a kid brother.
Thank you Suman Didi.

The Hindi word Didi simply means "Elder Sister".

My HP Poem #1626
©Atul Kaushal
644 · Nov 2019
Unquenched
Àŧùl Nov 2019
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The sun knows where my truth is,
Higher than any other thing,
Exactly beside itself.

My thirst for your love
And company so pure
Is just unquenchable
Not permanently though

Miss Universe you are
In my life & future
So soft are your thoughts
Sitting in my mind
Injected into my veins
On the occipital lobe
Not doubtful if it's love

I am so lucky yet so unlucky
Not having you near myself

Multilingual I am although
Yet to meet you in person

Lies I do never utter
I only have the truth for you
Fostering this bond now
Empire of our love is founded

I desire to be your angel
Still is my thirst unquenched

Joyful I am in love
Enticed by a dove
Never sad these days
In my beautiful life
Far from reality is our dream
Although surely reachable
My HP Poem #1804
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Which The Doctor Prescribed To Me That Day.
Had He Not Told Just About Making Friends?
Why In The World Did I Let Myself Fall For Her.
Have I Been Spending My Time Being Dumber?
When I Don't Trust Myself How Can I Survive.
Was I Too Busy Chatting My Way To Happiness?
How Did I Not Notice I Broke My Own Promise.
Would I Just Let The Time Pass Us By A Second?
Here I Could Pass Days With Her On My Breath.
Where Must I Wait Very Patiently Till Then...?
Will Those Arms Of Her Be Warm Or Nervous.
Would We Be Pulled Into That Other World?
Yes you are my poison & elixir.
My HP Poem #285
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
A Father mourns his children's death,
Parthenogenesis brought forth their birth,
The Father was hence too connected with 'em.

A Mother supported the father bring them up,
Feeding & nourishing the children from her *****,
The Mother was therefore also very connected with 'em.

Each day Father Time & Mother Earth cry helplessly,
Watching their their children fight amongst themselves fiercely,
Humans advanced win the race - killing the trees & the animals - daily.
It is pointless - vain - to try explaining them not to '****' Earth's nature.
© Atul Kaushal
642 · Aug 2017
My Destiny
Àŧùl Aug 2017
You are my destiny, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
Listen to my heartbeat, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
You are my destiny, my love.

Somehow all of a sudden,
I started feeling that I love you.
This is the colour of missed springs,
That has spread like the canopy of life.
O, I looked at you and felt the love.

You are my destiny, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
Listen to my heartbeat, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
You are my destiny, my love.
My HP Poem #1650
©Atul Kaushal
641 · Jul 2013
With Love, Yours
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Oh My Dear Love,
All I want to say is that

Maybe I shouldn't love you so much,
Maybe I am just using my love as a relief,
Surely I'll fall just for you to catch.

Maybe I shouldn't fret about losing you,
Maybe I am just being a bit selfish in love,
Surely I'll not find purer happiness.

Maybe I shouldn't disappoint you in future,
Maybe I can't tell you a lie in love ever,
Surely I'll attain nirvana the day I attain you.

With love,
Yours
A love letter format poem.
My HP Poem #348
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
A baby is born devoid of any hair,
It has no tension but only hunger,
It is only trying to eat everything,
It grows up to identify the edible,
A baby will be keen to taste & bite.
My first 5-line humorous poem - a Limerick.
The humour content is low but this is a cute poem I guess, if you have ever observed a baby.

A limerick has roughly ten syllables per line.

My HP Poem #408
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I play hide & seek with my daughter,
It's my turn to seek her this time,
Sankshaya, my girl, blindfolds me.

As she is scurrying away from me,
It's only her tiny footsteps I hear,
I follow her sounds and follow her.

And suddenly she screams in pain,
I remove my blindfold instantly,
It's imperative to instantly help her.

I see her writhing on the floor in pain,
It's a nightmare for me when I see,
See her dropped down onto the floor.

I take her to the hospital immediately,
I answer as they ask about my wife,
"She recently died battling cancer."

"I am so sorry, don't mind it please,
We will take care of your daughter,"

The doctor assured me so very kindly.

Sometime later,
Coming out of the emergency room,
The doctor says with a serious face,
"We have performed some tests."

These tests are always so very evil,
I enquire that doctor cautiously,
"When the results'll be here?"

"Soon, within the time of a week,"
The doctor said very calmly,
I didn't get more scared.

A week later,
I was holding the report,
A tear rolled down my cheek,
The result shows that the patient has eye cancer.

All hell had broke loose on me!
Inherit it she did from her mom,
The daughter carries the oncogene.

The doctors had it tailor made,
That suggestion to such patients,
Remove the eyes as cancer spreads.

I cautiously confess the truth,
Sankshaya smiles her Angel smile,
'Let's play hide & seek one last time.'

Truth hurts, I know it since long,
But this is the limit!
WHY DID YOU CREATE CANCER?

I just weep silently,
With a resentful heart,
Clutching my daughter.
My HP Poem #1610
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2023
[Tu hai meri Deewaani, (You're my Inamorata,)
Tu meri hi Deewaani, (You're only my Inamorata,)
Tu hi hai, tu hi hai, (You are, yes, you are,)
Mere sapno ki raani. (My dream girl.)]×2

Main ek naghma hoon, (I'm a melody,)
Tu meri mehfil hai... (You're my audience...)
Main ek raahi hoon, (I'm a traveler,)
Tu meri manzil hai. (You're my destination.)

** keh bhi de, (Oh, just say it,)
Hai mann mein jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Haan keh bhi de, (C'mon, just say it,)
Hai dil ki jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Ab bol de, (Now just tell it to me,)
Kuch na chhupa, (Don't hold it back,)
Aa keh bhi de, (Come just say it,)
** o o o... (** o o o...)

Main teri dhadkan hoon, (I'm your heartbeat,)
Tu meri tadpan hai, (You're my yearning,)
Main tera Maanjhi hoon, (I'm your rafter,)
Tu meri Nadiya hai. (You're my river.)

** keh bhi de, (Oh, just say it,)
Hai mann mein jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Haan keh bhi de, (C'mon, just say it,)
Hai dil ki jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Ab bol de, (Now just tell it to me,)
Kuch na chhupa, (Don't hold it back,)
Aa keh bhi de, (Come say it,)
** o o o... (** o o o...)

[Tu hai meri Deewaani, (You're my Inamorata,)
Bas meri hi Deewaani, (You're only my Inamorata,)
Tu hi hai, tu hi hai, (You are, yes, you are,)
Mere sapno ki raani. (My dream girl.)]×2
It's a Hïnđī song in B Major Scale with a happy tune and the chords E major, A major, D major and C major.

My first original musical composition for my imaginary ideal lover.

This is my happiest and most hopeful original composition.
My HP Poem #1840
©Atul Kaushal
639 · Aug 2017
An Idea - Notice
Àŧùl Aug 2017
I am thinking of a congregation of the Hello Poetry users at the Gateway of India in Mumbai. Anybody interested in organizing such a short and crisp congregation may inform me as well.
Do respond.
639 · Jul 2019
I Am So Very Lucky
Àŧùl Jul 2019
All this cuteness,
I don't really deserve.
All this fondness,
I didn't ever reserve.
All this naughtiness,
I happily observe.
All this womanliness,
I watch with all the nerve.
But all this happiness,
I shall always preserve.
My HP Poem #1753
©Atul Kaushal
639 · Aug 2016
Boring
Àŧùl Aug 2016
I miss a true lover,
She was true never,
I know that it's over.
Technically, if your love is true, you won't quit ever.

6 syllables,
5 syllables,
6 syllables.

My HP Poem #1108
©Atul Kaushal
639 · Sep 2018
Hi Jack! (Part 2)
Àŧùl Sep 2018
Where's your pet Sparrow?
Did Edward Teach teach you?
Did you learn sailing from him?
Will you be a Blackbeard too?
Or would you rather not be?
My HP Poem #1719
©Atul Kaushal
638 · Nov 2013
If In The End All Must Rust
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine a time when you get older,
Even I get older with you by my side,
What do we do if all remaining is rust.
We will remember that day we talked first,
Never will sway this cauldron full of trust,
Support this with our knees if we must...
We will be with each other as we must,
Never will wane our cute ***** trust,
We will love our love life as our first..
Support this way we confessed first,
Never will any distance be in trust,
Support this another mile if you must.
My HP Poem #488
©Atul Kaushal
637 · Feb 2014
Uniformity
Àŧùl Feb 2014
We, me & she, love each other
People approve or disapprove
If they approve then it is good
But what if they disapprove it.

We just needed to concentrate
People admire & envy success
If we wish to be together we'll
But we'll just have to go rebel..

So wait patiently for us to wed
Because efforts today will pay
O! Yes they will pay tomorrow
A golden future we'll rejoice...
My HP Poem #528
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
The autumn leaves have fallen,
They have been collected in heaps.
Eyeing the brownish heaps I wait now,
The garbage van should be coming soon,
They collect olden golden fallen autumn leaves.
Soon to be replaced by new green spring growth,
But till then this season-cycle must persist & propagate.

Sometimes even relationships need patchwork to be done.
My HP Poem #197
© Atul Kaushal
635 · Sep 2024
A Door
Àŧùl Sep 2024
A door is a door,
Whether you adore it for it's made by a doer.
Keep procrastinating and let the defect stay,
or get it replaced.
A poem about a misfit door.

My HP Poem #1984
©Atul Kaushal
635 · Jan 2015
As Far As You Can Go
Àŧùl Jan 2015
You may try going,
As far as you can go,
But I know, yes I know.

You are missing me bad,
As far as I may keep trying,
But I know my final destination.

You failed to get me once,
Oh Death, slow death will come,
Immense emotional decay to fill in.

You must be frustrated,
Why does he not just die,
Probably you should concede it.

You can never forget me,
Stop trying it Lady Death,
I have with me my sweet Lady Luck.

You must be tired now,
Why not take some rest,
Probably even you should sleep.

I will die when it's time,
Not now do I plan to die,
Yes, I will when I need to sleep.

Knowing your strength,
I pay you respect truth of life,
I am not questioning your powers.

But what defeats you,
Is your own demon within,
O sole truth of life you get arrogant.

Having taken life for granted,
You refuse to accept defeat by it,
Each current, planned & unplanned life.
My HP Poem #732
©Atul Kaushal
635 · May 2017
Life, Wretched Life
Àŧùl May 2017
Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.
Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.

I could never escape it,
What have I got after all?
What have I got but suffering?

Some bittersweet memories,
And some tear-jerking ones?
Every happiness shrouds a grief,
Every happiness shrouds a sorrow.

Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.
Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.

Oh my life,
So messed up,
In my life.

Oh my life,
So messed up,
In my life.

Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.
Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.

Oh my life,
So messed up,
In my life.

Oh my life,
So messed up,
In my life.
Translation of my original composition called "Zindagi Saali" in Hindi.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pd8D3aG_kU

My HP Poem #1520
©Atul Kaushal
634 · Jun 2013
A Vagabond
Àŧùl Jun 2013
The real world feels like another planet,
I find them raising their eyebrows.

No place to call a home,
I feel alienated in this house.

Writing an incessant number of words,
I think as many words as I travel.

No particular destination,
I take this world as my home.

But I do roam the world writing poetry,
Much like A Vagabond poet in love.
My HP Poem #311
©Atul Kaushal
634 · Jun 2017
In The Lunar Palanquin
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Looking at the moon,
I suddenly so desire,
That may you descend.

In the lunar palanquin,
May you come to my life.
In the angelic embrace,
May you come to the arms of my wife.

I swear that I have not seen,
Anyone as cute as my imagination.

In the lunar palanquin,
Here comes my cute princess.
By the grace of the angels,
May you be calligraphed in my life.

I swear that for me she is the cutest,
None else is even half as beautiful.

A dream home is being built,
My dreams get moulded.
Let all my dreams come true,
I will decorate the walls with love.

This dewy moonlight is so soft,
My imagination may get real.
Lit by this softer moonlight,
How more sweet can it get?
My HP Poem #1577
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I have always been beckoning
In the streets and classrooms,
In the schools and coachings,
In the soccer goals and chess games.

I have always been searching,
In the lonely evenings and nights,
In the sunny days and afternoons,
In the packed markets and parties.

I have always been so very patient,
In the empty Sundays and holidays,
In the private moments and hours,
In the public places and datings.

But true love was nowhere,
I searched the whole world,
Then I finally had it accepted,
That true love was only twice.

First was when I was born,
To my mother and father,
Second was the rebirth,
In an ICU's rebreather.
My HP Poem #1604
©Atul Kaushal
633 · Sep 2017
We Are At War
Àŧùl Sep 2017
We have to defeat our grief,
And we have to make love,
Howsoever it may be brief.

I want you to feel free,
Right now and whenever,
Especially when you are with me.

I can see your beautiful potential,
I see your ***** and am turned on,
I feel that between us not these feelings but love is preferential.
For my newfound source of inspiration

I know that you will feel elated after reading this.

My HP Poem #1666
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
The things I say might make you cry or make you feel bad about your current situation but try to see the depth of it, the meaning...

It's fear what's stopping you. Fear of facing who you are! Accept and challenge yourself...

Don't just get settle down...We always have two options Atul, either remain at the same level or become better.*

Everything you said is just a hypothesis,
And your hypothesis is your hypocrisy,
I have had spent my tears in gone time,
But now I won't cry for a girl like yourself,
Coz neither you loved me nor do you cry.
HP Poem #1166
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
I find my memories all hijacked, by you.
I find my thirsts all quenched, by you.
I find my troubles all shot at, by you.
I find my poetry all initiated, by you.
I find my habits all affected, by you.
I find my smiles all admired, by you.
I find my duties all completed, in you.
I find my feelings all inflamed, for you.
I find my stories all completed, with you.
Concave lens concrete poetry.

My HP Poem #424
©Atul Kaushal
632 · Mar 2014
Postmortem
Àŧùl Mar 2014
I want you to have access to my dead body,
For that you better become a good doctor,
I have my own logical reason behind it.

If I am surely to die someday in future,
You should perform my postmortem,
And claim what's yours - my heart.

I want you to donate it to someone,
That someone who would need it,
A part of me could still survive.
My HP Poem #582
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Because I was surreally cute in childhood,
And I know that my child will be so cute.
And I am unaware who'll bear my child,
Because I do not think any human can.
Because I cannot ever be so compatible,
And to this fact, exception there is none.
But yes, I want to father at least one child.
My HP Poem #1351
©Atul Kaushal
631 · Oct 2016
A sure day in future
Àŧùl Oct 2016
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thing?"
Me, the caring daddy, with a gasp,
Replied, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold the end where lies its sting!"
A limerick for my future daughter Shatakshi.

Another humorous poem. Another limerick.

HP Poem #1210
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2019
A beautiful saga of love and longing,
Turns now towards its completion,
Ultimately turning into achievement,
Love gets stronger like black coffee.

A melodious voice says my name,
Not fearing the society or religion,
Demanding only love from me.

Jelling deliciously is this pudding,
Excellent is this sweet romance,
Neither shameful nor shameless,
Indians from two different religions,
Few attempt what we plan for us,
Alive for each other and our families.

Living for the good of all life on Earth,
I love her and she loves me back,
Veil of her face is an elegant blue,
Elegant are her eyes from the slit,
Deriving pleasure from my imagination.

How we must get together,
A married couple is by hard work,
People do get old and die together,
People otherwise die in loneliness,
I am so blessed in this togetherness,
Love me you do in an untouched way,
Yet I feel you by my side in my life.

Evening the odds through honesty,
Victory is definite for both of us,
Even for peace, it will be a union,
Reason will only be love, our love.

Actually, I think that we shall do it,
Fatwas will never work against us,
Threats will be there but relax,
Except the Maulvi, none will bother,
Rest of them, our love will smother.

Truthfulness in your kind young face,
Heavenly is the sight to behold,
Earnestly we must get married,
Irate letters we shall then face,
Rising higher in the heavenly eyes.

Marriage is not just a wonderful word,
Also it is a beautiful permanent bond,
Rings in our fingers will mean more,
Rings and a Mangalsootra as well,
In our dreamland, we are together,
Atypical life we shall celebrate,
Gleefully we shall see our babies,
Eternal gifts by this love story of ours.
A romantic acrostic.
Lived happily ever after their marriage.
My HP Poem #1756
©Atul Kaushal
631 · May 2013
How I Was In My Childhood
Àŧùl May 2013
Both my parents are working,
And we live in a desolate campus,
Neighbourhood is a stranger's place,
Ever since my being a kid with a tricycle.
So it does succeed in explaining something,
It does give hint o'my being a loner ever since,
That explains how lonely a neighborhood can be,
But that doesn't explain how I was in my childhood.

I was just Lonely.

So

L

o

n

e

l

y

I was.

There were few friends intermittently,
And kept losing them to a new school.
I kept making and losing friends along,
But now I have found some poet friends.

The one I really love & care about is also a poetess,
But now I don't fret loneliness as badly as I used to.
I don't much like the fact that I read in 4 schools.
My HP Poem #239
©Atul Kaushal
631 · Aug 2018
Bathykolpian Dreams
Àŧùl Aug 2018
I envision a happy future,
You are underneath me
And the position is missionary.

And I am relishing your deep,
Lovely and **** valley
Of bathykolpian dreams.
My HP Poem #1715
©Atul Kaushal
631 · Feb 2017
The Immortal Writer
Àŧùl Feb 2017
A writer often hits a block,
As they say, writer's block.
But the immortal writer, you know,
Immortal writers do not hit a block.
I guess that I am one of them,
Not exactly am I another gem,
But I am a bit too different than you.

Words just flow on paper,
When I need, they're here.
But I will not bluff, you know,
Not all my poems make sense.
Immortal writer, I may be,
Not the finest of them all,
But I do learn from all of you.
A writer's block is something I refuse to believe in.
When I don't feel like writing, I just don't write.
I don't waste that time proclaiming that I hit a writer's block.
Also, I know that for many writers a writer's block exists.
I don't blame them, I am just jealous of them that they get something I never get.
My HP Poem #1451
©Atul Kaushal
630 · Jun 2016
Invisible
Àŧùl Jun 2016
Even when they're not around,
Their teachings are always along,
Never ever letting me feel alone.

They introduced me to this life,
I learnt to breathe from them only,
And they did teach me to speak.

And I know that much,
I'll surely remember them,
Even when they're not around.
My HP Poem #1090
©Atul Kaushal
630 · Oct 2013
With Friends Like These
Àŧùl Oct 2013
You don't need enemies when your friends conspire against you.
My HP Poem #443
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
My life is sinking day by day,
And I am not scared for it.

I am aging just internally,
And my body fails now.

Be it digestive system,
Or be it respiratory.

I don't know when,
Nor how it failed.

It's only few days,
Or maybe months.

I see myself dying.
My HP Poem #1554
©Atul Kaushal
629 · Jun 2017
The Insufficient Kisses
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I had met her only once.

Kissed I had her dry lips twice,
Night I slept and she kissed me,
Oh she woke me up to join in,
What I did was to drink her lips.

When I missed a chance to romance,
Have I such a memory? No,
Always cared for her throughout,
Truly I have loved her since eternity.

Yet she forgot about the care,
Oh, she ignored it conveniently,
Under an effect of worldly desires.

Did someone else prevent her,
I suspect her father made her,
Destiny is a roadblock in here.

The story ends with a breakup,
Hanging in obiter is happiness,
And each expectation shatters,
Tantalising hints of eternal love.

Another time I have failed,
Upon life she was a scourge,
The story is being renewed,
Ukulele orchestra plays within,
Morose tunes it plays lavishly,
Night fell long ago but it never ends.
My HP Poem #1582
©Atul Kaushal
629 · Feb 2017
Invisible Tears
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I still cry over my accident that happened,
The accident that happened nearly 7 years ago.
Of any gains to me, there seems no hint at all,
And of my pain, there seems no happy end.
Reason with my invisible tears I often do,
Irrecoverable damage after all that happened,
More was the damage that was consequent.

I lost my friends, I lost my career overall,
The accident did no good to me except one.
Of my family ties, it strengthened them all,
And my physical pains are long subdued.
Reason I fail to find for my lost years,
Irrecoverable is the lost love and friendship,
More is that grief of the invisible tears.
My HP Poem #1445
©Atul Kaushal
628 · Apr 2013
Our Epic - Has Just Begun
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I met You on Facebook,
We took some time before we were close actually.
Seeing my taste for poetry,
You guided me here to this world of Hello Poetry,
I bet nobody else could.

I made friends with Tim,
Tim's wife Hilda, daughter Marian & others too.
They & You read my poetry,
You all love my poems which I post by my heart,
I feel elated writing these.

I write my poems for You,
At least one poem daily for my loveliest friend.
The poems I write for You,
Are each an expression of my feelings untold,
I bet my life that it is true.

I more than care for You,
Always taking care that I don't suffocate You.
How much I care for You,
In my life no sun has risen in '13 without You,
I only have You in mind.

I've great affection for You,
And You know it all these days You read me.
True relief You deliver to me,
It's just Your thought that keeps me smiling,
I do not have any sadness.

I harbor a desire to be with You,
Forever & ever - Forever & ever - Forever & ever.
Impressed by my feelings You're,
Happily You're reflecting back similar feelings,
I feel lucky in having Your love.

I have high respect for You,
Both in my mind & my heart - quite similarly.
Taken by Your soft feelings,
Enthusiastically I read the sweet poems by You,
I respect all Your thoughts.

I find You healing my scars,
The scars anointed by a fat troublesome past.
I see a happy future with You,
Even though I haven't met You in reality yet,
I cherish the smiling sweetness.

I feel You hugging me tightly,
Whenever I'm tensed up 'bout something.
All of my tension gets relaxed,
As I listen to Your sweet voice on phone,
I feel love in Your Young voice.

I really don't fear losing You,
But I can't imagine being away from You.
I find all my thoughts drifting,
Away in poetry & You smile in my mind,
(: I am happy that You are here. :)
All I can end the poem with is that I don't see Our Epic finishing any day at least 85 years from today.
P.S.: I'm never going to lose You my Lovely Little Poetess.
P.P.S.: I truly love You my Magical Angel. :)
My HP Poem #159
© Atul Kaushal
627 · Jan 2016
The Messenger
Àŧùl Jan 2016
When you feel you're alone,
Cut off from this cruel world,
Your instinct's telling you to run.

Listen to your heart,
Those angel voices,
They'll sing to you,
They'll be your guide
Back home.

When life leaves us blind,
Love keeps us kind,
It keeps us kind.

When you've suffered enough,
And your spirit is breaking,
You're growing desperate from the fight.

Remember you're loved,
And you always will be,
This melody will bring you right
Back home.

When life leaves us blind,
Love keeps us kind.
When life leaves us blind,
Love keeps us kind.

Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh!
Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh!
Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh!
My favourite song in this grim mood.
©Linkin Park
627 · Dec 2012
Another Day Passed By
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Another day passed by,
But this wasn't as uneventful...
Emotions were slightly bent,
Making it eventful...

They disposed off the pain in their noses,
By sending the poor angel out of the nation...
One of them even dubs the protests as being fake,
But while saying so they ignore the steaming notion...

They're unable to get hold of the seriousness which it has instilled,
In the minds of the younger generation who protest the event...
It's not that a really rare event took place in the nation,
But the people observe & react towards it now...

And soon they will forget what they called the protests,
And all of the rest would forget what they protested...
But the day we sit to remember the year past 2012,
We will surely visualize some men attacking a girl...

Another year passed by,
But the next might be fruitful...
Emotions won't face a batter,
Making it peaceful...
© Atul Kaushal
An India Specific Poem.
Àŧùl Mar 2017
Though my life changed that very day,
Good guitar I can no longer play,
But I have started crawling back there,
And time willing I will get back.
May 7th, 2010 was a day that I wanted not.

My HP Poem #1468
©Atul Kaushal
626 · Dec 2016
Someone Unlucky
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I have felt that love twice as yet,
And I only suffered breakups till now.

I have only loved them purely & true,
And they have disregarded it all.
My HP Poem #1348
©Atul Kaushal
625 · Feb 2017
Come Here, Baby
Àŧùl Feb 2017
There's no need to work in the night,
How I need to satisfy you tonight?
Extremities of your cold body.

Now just come here, my baby,
Tell me how your face is so bright?
Uff! Your hot body is just so very right.
My HP Poem #1432
©Atul Kaushal
625 · Sep 2017
The 16 Years Old Ghost
Àŧùl Sep 2017
Last night I stood atop the North tower,
And as I gazed down from the roof,
I hallucinated a Boeing hurtling,
I saw it collide and felt the impact,
Soon I saw and heard the fear.

The fear vibrated downwards,
It was a nightmare of old memories,
It was a fear of odd memories,
Of memories that I never had,
A nightmare with open eyes.
My HP Poem #1661
©Atul Kaushal
624 · Jun 2019
Cryptic Love
Àŧùl Jun 2019
9 12.15.22.5 25.15.21 10.5.14.9.6.1

My love, this love for you in my heart,
It is the real truth of my life.
Whatever may come in this way or ours,
You must become my wife.
Our religions may just be poles apart,
But our hearts play the romantic fife.

Always remember it 10.5.14.9.6.1, 9 12.15.22.5 25.15.21.
My HP Poem #1744
©Atul Kaushal
624 · Jul 2017
(Un)Lovable
Àŧùl Jul 2017
I* have understood
Over the last decade
That I'm unlovable
And an eternal failure

Only my parents care for me
First Gods they are for me

Truly selfless they have been
Really supportive in my life
Unwavering their commitment
They are the only permanence
H**urting them will be my sin
I may be unlovable for some people,
But for my parents I am the prime,
And I have truly realized it finally.

To hell with all those unfaithful lovers.

My HP Poem #1624
©Atul Kaushal
624 · Jan 2013
Ringa-Ringa-Roses
Àŧùl Jan 2013
Ringa-Ringa-Roses!
Pocket Full Of Plastics!
Was Under Me - And -
The Bed Broke Down!
A humorous poem. Not all can understand it!
:-D
623 · Nov 2016
Company (2° Acrostic)
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Amidst the days of life,
Lazing leisurely seldom,
Longing for company.

All I have is emptiness,
Lending me some smiles,
Or some happiness,
Not someone else,
E**verything is lonely.
HP Poem #1251
©Atul Kaushal
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