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569 · Jul 2016
Do Not Read This Complete
Àŧùl Jul 2016
This is just to count the number,
The number of people who are,
Intentionally or unintentionally,
The wild crazier type of people,
This is just to acknowledge them.
Count them I will through this,
They who will like this post,
Or the ones who will just read it,
I connect so much with you all,
'Coz you are all just like me,
Doing what's suggested not to!
My HP Poem #1104
©Atul Kaushal
568 · Jun 2017
Cricket
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Cricket was started by the English,
They have a lot of spare money,
Too much more spare time,
But India has to work,
And cricket is the deterrent,
It restricts our national growth,
A trace of occupation by the English.
Cricket is such a wasteful expenditure of time and money for a developing nation like India.

Today the people of India need soccer, athletics, swimming, archery, shooting, basketball, volleyball and other sports.

Encourage Indian people to play other better sports.

My HP Poem #1598
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Born an only child in a desolate campus with sporadic social interaction.
Sort of home-schooled by the parents and was sent to a small school..
Experiencing an obsessive-compulsive disorder sort of attraction...
Saw her and started remaining obsessed with an older girl....
7 years had gone in a jiffy with no words or transaction.....
Had also made some other friends that were cool......
Hoped they would remain when was injured.......
But was disillusioned as they all deserted........
All the friendship was just an illusion.........
Hope some friends who never left..........
But it can only be hoped for...........
Unlucky I will remain............
Always & Forever.............
© Atul Kaushal
564 · Jan 2013
Why I Don't Hate You...
Àŧùl Jan 2013
Because I did, in fact, love you back then,
So I can not hate you my long lost love;

Because you showed me a world full of beauty,
I just can't hate you;

Not because I'm unable to forget each night we had a fight,
But I have forgotten all the bad words that you and I said;

Yes I do miss you - and your soft skin & tasty lips,
And though I know that this is just daydreaming I can't stop it;

Because I did, in fact, love you back then, I accept it, and,
So I find it difficult to accept that my own choice was wrong.......
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
There's a saying which is popular in this world,
They say the feeling of love diminishes...

We also fight a lot of days in the beginning,
But I'm confident that our love won't abate..

And so we will win our own little world away,
Different from this world and uniquely sweet it'll be.
For the one and only, my only one; forever.
My HP Poem #215
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I will wait for you...
Come out victorious.

I will wait for you..
Come out smiling.

I will wait for you.
Come out shining.
:-\ :-) :-(
My HP Poem #332
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I can not,
Remember,
What I forgot.
Was it your innocent smile,
Or your cunningness?
I just remember,
That I forgot.
I should,
Forget,
You,
Too.
Another of my surgical poetry pieces for the passion of concrete poetry.

My HP Poem #1453
©Atul Kaushal
563 · Sep 2019
End September, End
Àŧùl Sep 2019
We used to invite you,
Come September, Come.

But now we wait for you to end,
As the wounds you gave still bleed.

What we lost in your days is life,
More than life, we lost our love.

We remember New York,
We remember Munich.

So please hear our plea,
End September, End.
My HP Poem #1766
©Atul Kaushal
562 · Nov 2024
I Go Commando
Àŧùl Nov 2024
I play my electric guitar on my amp,
Then there's a drum sampler,
And I sing & scream okay,
But without the bassist,
I feel like I go commando.

Fellows commented long ago,
"Without the bass guitar,
Your song feels hollow."
I looked for any bassist,
Here & there but to no avail.

What I ultimately found out,
Many play the Axe,
But none a bass,
Nobody plays it, not the bass,
And my best songs sound hollow.
My HP Poem #2029
©Atul Kaushal
562 · Dec 2015
Used Up
Àŧùl Dec 2015
I really need me for myself now,
Change I must very soon anyhow.

Enough of selflessness,
I need some selfishness.

New routes call me right now,
Routes to the chaos I must modify.

The routes to my ultimate targets,
Be aimed rather than maimed.

My ultimate targets should be clearer,
The family needs me more than anyone.

Soon I shall be attaining peace,
Pure, divine, singleton peace.
My HP Poem #930
©Atul Kaushal
562 · May 2017
Daring Darling?
Àŧùl May 2017
The English Miss,
She was teaching tenses,
And suddenly my benchpartner,
He stood up and went out of the door!

"Such a daring darling!"
She exclaimed while looking at the door,
She made no attempts to prevent him,
"Was getting bored & walked away!"

I shook my head in negation,
Clicked my tongue crisply,
And I had her attention,
So I added jeeringly...

*"Miss English -,"
"- He did not get bored,"
"He wasn't even listening!"
"He was just sleepwalking!"
My HP Poem #1546
©Atul Kaushal
562 · Mar 2014
A Good Morning
Àŧùl Mar 2014
I woke up to a pleasant dream about us,
I slept peacefully rid of any nightmares,
I was at a relative's place with my papa.

These relatives have a married son,
The cousin goes by the name Vivek,
This cousin has just gotten married.

He has gotten his knots tied happily,
His longtime love is the lucky bride,
Heads high they had gotten married.

I was there at Vivek's home for a cause,
I kept in my mind just one name - Mystery,
I hope that he will help convince father.
Oh and then up at 4 am from the pleasant dream I studied for my forthcoming entrance examination for around 90 minutes before posting this poem.

My HP Poem #577
©Atul Kaushal
561 · Jan 2017
Mesmerise
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Oh uncle Sunny,
I love the way you rise.
With the warm calm that you do,
And with the redness you do mesmerise.
See my cover picture to know the poem's inspiration.

See its coloured version on my Facebook profile page.

My HP Poem #1377
©Atul Kaushal
561 · Nov 2013
Today
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Today's a really bright morning,
The temperature was really fine,
To set a personal record of speed.

In the morning set off on my bicycle,
Its previous record of speed was 33.7,
I defeated my old record to 34.9 kmph.

I'm currently content with this new one,
In my mind I have that old record broken,
I'll look to break my new record tomorrow.
I know that I am really quick as far as amateur cycling is concerned, but I need to be a lot more fast to get more satisfaction.

I am not a professional cyclist, but I really like the idea of being able to be a pro one day.

But I don't think that there's any better competitor for me than myself.

My HP Poem #467
©Atul Kaushal
559 · Dec 2014
Where has that love gone?
Àŧùl Dec 2014
I wonder, more I wonder and I wonder more...
Where has that love gone?

I ask the sun, I ask the stars and I ask the air..
Where has that love gone?

I look within me, I seek in you and I realize it's no use.
Where has that love gone?

Was I so controlling, was I so demeaning and was I so stone-hearted??
That love has gone far away!

Were you not too rude, were you not insulting and were you not always on the aggressive???
That love breathes its last in me.
Do rebound back before it's too late, please.

I'll wait for you to call me on 7th of May, 2015.

I have gone against my friends and family's wishes in choosing you.

Please don't let me down, dear.

7th May, 2015

11:59 p.m.

I'll wait till then.

I'm going to just study and shape my career till then.

And of course, I'll truly stay yours.

Whosoever may attempt to distract me, whichever tease may try to pull me, I'll stay true to you.

I'm ready to be referred to as a fool by the people, but my love is true and certainly you'll realize it before it's too late.

I don't want to lose you.

Because I love you, truly, and exclusively, please trust me.

My HP Poem #715
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2020
Writing you
In my mortal coil
Never I expected you to
Walk out of my imagination
Even in a secret desire
But you did, baby
Yes you did.

I had abdicated
You came on 29 Feb
Unexpectedly you came
Out of Kalpana, the imagination
Seeking advice from me
On the difficult path
I came out of past.

You are the harbinger of hope
For my dying soul, you are dope
My dark days & gloomy nights end
Now that my twilight shines so bright
I not any longer shall need to bend
My gladness in darkness I *****
I shall come out with this rope.
Kalpana is translatable to Imagination in English

Her mother's name is Kalpana Das.

My HP Poem #1864
©Atul Kaushal
558 · Nov 2016
Her Palace Of Wild Cards
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I** am not so dumb

Kronos wept when you deceived
Not knowing what exactly you did
Of late I now have known it all
What you did in pretence

What pretence you can ask
How could you even ask
An explanation you owed me
Till things could've been fixed

Yucky all your fake love
On your family I feel pity
Unashamed you will thrive

Dope he took to take you high
In the night for hours together
Doomed could have been my life

If I had married you in future
Not a faithful partner you made

When we had started
I should have taken it easy
Not so easy is to be plain sincere
Terminal velocity my love reached
Erring en route the rules I breached
Road accident bothers me not as much

2 were our hearts in love
0 was the problem until
1 vile man came to you and
4 hours you stayed in his room
What you had shown to me as my name embossed below your neck,
Was actually a collection of love bites.
Whose love bites?
You know better,
It was his name and marks.

I could clearly read ABHI on your chest.

The pretence you cited was my unavailability whenever you required to satisfy your horribly strong *** drive.

He came and met you while I was just unable to attend you properly as I was busy securing the property deal down the South for our decent future together.

You are so wicked and so unfaithful.

HP Poem #1270
©Atul Kaushal
557 · Nov 2013
Heart - Oh My Heart!
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Heart - Oh my heart!
Your heart it's been..
From ages it seems...

Hair - Oh your hair!
I rest in this shade..
Relaxing as I sleep...

Mind - Oh my mind!
Your thoughts stay..
Sunrise to sunrise...

Sleep - Oh your sleep!
Eludes the cute eyes..
Long days & nights...

Eyes - Oh my eyes!
Crave only yours..
Through the year...

Hands - Oh your hands!
Long just for my hands..
Distance between hands...

Lips - Oh my thirsty lips!
Can be satiated by yours..
Our love is at a distance...
My HP Poem #476
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I always tell you that I love you,
I am short of words while saying so,
I have taken the unspoken pledge of love,
I won't ever get separated from you,
I assure you that until the end...

I find myself crazy for our love,
I find yourself crazy in my love too,
I hear your voice when you don't speak,
I really think that we're going good,
I can just barely guide myself...

I hope that someday will come,
I will look at our pictures together,
I would take you away to a sweet place,
I will take care of your smiles and,
I will not let your eyes be wet...
My HP Poem #465
©Atul Kaushal
555 · Mar 2013
I Scraped My Head
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I am lazy,
Always seek the easier way,
I was getting late so I skipped bathing,
I dipped my head downwards into the bucket,
But I lost my balance & was fell head-first on the floor,
-Owww!-
While I was getting my head back out from the water,
My head scraped against the bucket's edge first,
Then my head thrashed down on the tiles,
My neck bore the brunt,
It hurts.
And coincidentally it's 13/3/13 today!
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2018
Don't be afraid,
My love.
We shall together learn to swim,
My love.
Through this stream of life,
My love.
It's a new experience for you,
My love.
And I just need to revise it properly.
My HP Poem #1721
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2015
Instead of dropping in like last year,
I wished her b'day over the internet,
Yeah, last year she was more happy,
Because I was there with her.

Still she is positively happy.
♡♥♡♥♡♥♡ So am I. ♡♥♡♥♡♥♡
Today on 23/09/15 Kripi turns 18 years of age.

My HP Poem #903
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
All these afternoons are really monotonous,
(Read "highly difficult & potentially boring")
But I never get bored of writing new poems!
My HP Poem #581
©Atul Kaushal
552 · Feb 2016
Magic
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Of your eyes,
It's a magic.

Innocent voice,
It's a passion.

Whiter lies,
It's a trick.
My HP Poem #1020
©Atul Kaushal
552 · Jul 2019
G-Spot & Us
Àŧùl Jul 2019
Almost one inch inside the love-hole,
Located towards your tummy,
Is the very exciting ******,
Giving a feeling so very yummy,
We both'll love it, you'll love it more.
My HP Poem #1750
©Atul Kaushal
551 · Jul 2017
What Good Is
Àŧùl Jul 2017
An unspoilt child,
An unsoiled player,
An unpopular mild,
An unfaithful lover,
An uncool boyfriend,
An uncouth girlfriend,
An unhappy poet?
As I am an unhappy person, I can not really be a good poet.

My HP Poem #1622
©Atul Kaushal
551 · Nov 2019
The Communist Utopia
Àŧùl Nov 2019
No need to work at all,
Free, equal housing for one and all,
Free healthcare facilities.

Free education,
Free food,
Free amenities.

Equal rights to everyone,
Welfare pension for all,
Economic equality too,
Huge ethnic variety as well,
The only guns possessed by law enforcement.

Surely, a good prison is
The Communist Utopia!
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
My HP Poem #1808
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
That Angel Was Not A Real Angel,
Only A Faker From Every Angle,
What I Lost Is A Part Of Mine,
Some Money & Some Time,
I'll Regain The Bucks But Not My Moments,
Alone I must Parry Forwards With A Smile,
Not So Feeble It Should Span Over A Mile,
I Should Be Moving On As The Admiral.
Angel Remembered – Part 5/7

HP Poem #1193
©Atul Kaushal
551 · Dec 2023
Good Morning
Àŧùl Dec 2023
😍
Good morning,
Start your day with Yoga,
Both physical and mental.
😍
My HP Poem #1956
©Atul Kaushal
549 · May 2013
X-Ray Photographs
Àŧùl May 2013
Eerie it is!
Your own skeleton!
Staring at you!
My HP Poem #206
© Atul Kaushal
549 · Nov 2015
I See You
Àŧùl Nov 2015
On your toes you stand,
On my shoulder is a hand,
The other is on my waist.

We find solace in the kiss,
We find the eternal bliss,
A never-ending love we share.

In your hair is lost my breath,
In your eyes be my life & death,
It is forever this love so rare.
My HP Poem #916
©Atul Kaushal
548 · Jun 2014
"What Is That?" She Asked
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Later one day, we went to a holiday trip.
Together we went, we went for trekking.
We went to the hills, we went for hiking.

As we went on further, she was awed by the scenic beauty.
As we went on higher, she was awed by that colder temperature.
As we went on farther, she was awed by the natural attraction.

She saw a snow-covered mountain peak enveloped by dark clouds.
She was really intrigued by this scene above her eye level.
She ultimately asked me with a smile, "What is that?"

I answered in one line, "Darling, it is my face in the slivers of your hair."
My HP Poem #636
©Atul Kaushal
547 · Nov 2016
In The End
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I keep a smile on my face,
Not by myself but by the pace,
The speed of life.

I keep a smile with grace,
Not for herself but for a brace,
The support of life.

She was my dearest fave,
Not by heart but for the pave,
The road of life.

She was mine with awe,
Not for permanence I now know,
The dream of life.

Hoping she accompanies me to my grave,
Not foolish because I'd made her my all,
That searching happiness of my life.

I am surely a fool,
Not that I am dumb,
But I am just a fool.

Gave her all the weapons,
Gave her all the strength,
For killing me, *in the end.
HP Poem #1246
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Whenever I touch her in her dreams,
And she looks very cute as she smiles.

She wakes up with a smile after that,
And again looking cuter as she smiles.

When we talk on phone she tells it all,
And again I feel her going all smiles...

:-) :-* :-)
My HP Poem #214
©Atul Kaushal
546 · Jun 2017
Every Step Of Mine
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Every step of mine
Is in your pursuit.
Wherever you may be
You are in my vision

When the bond is of pain,
Then how bad is separation.
As only they get separated,
That were always wanted.

You are hidden within,
In my heart my friend.
If not inside my smiles,
Then surely in my grimaces.

Every step of mine
Is in your pursuit.
Wherever happiness is
There lies my success.
My HP Poem #1608
©Atul Kaushal
546 · Jul 2017
Witlessly Witless
Àŧùl Jul 2017
There's not even a straw of hope,
How to be optimistic puzzles me.
I won't ever have any of the dope,
How to escape what bothers me.
I don't have any moral support,
I'll stop being whitlessly witless.
For that I need some more love.
My HP Poem #1617
©Atul Kaushal
546 · Feb 2013
Foggy Cold Day Angel
Àŧùl Feb 2013
I was entangled by evil spirits,
Pitted alone against them all on that cold day,
I needed someone to save me.
There came an angel gliding out of the fog,
Her hair flew gorgeously at her back,
She came to disentangle me from their clutches,
I saw her come gliding out of the fog...
© Atul Kaushal
545 · Aug 2017
Sunfeast!
Àŧùl Aug 2017
I am your Sunfeast
Protect your Angel in your embrace
I will **** that beast
With your infinite love & that evergreen grace
*
We will be happy together.
Bold: The Lonely Bard aka Atul Kaushal
Italics: Pooja Shah
Bold Italics: Together

Our first poem together on Hello Poetry.
543 · Jan 2021
I Remember A Time
Àŧùl Jan 2021
When I was loved,
When I was wanted,
When I was treasured...

Now a decade after a great accident,
New memories fail to form for long,
And the past refuses to be forgotten...
My HP Poem #1903
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To make out in seclusion
Coz no water is on the peak
Penetrated deeper inside
Stuck in captivus
Ov'r the hilltop
Into the horizon after
My HP Poem #1801
©Atul Kaushal
542 · Feb 2014
Dumb Love
Àŧùl Feb 2014
Facing the fascist farce of the fakely free,
Like in all instances of various love stories,
Even our love is another voiceless-dumb one.

But we have surely enough shouted out loud,
Proclaiming love to the bigotry of this world,
Greatly enjoying with each other in this life.
My HP Poem #554
©Atul Kaushal
542 · Dec 2012
What Else Do We Need?
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Just You,
Just Me,
In This,
Light & Cool
Breeze;
What Else Do We Need?
For my favorite person - Kripi.
http://hellopoetry.com/-kripi-mehra/
© Atul Kaushal
542 · Mar 2013
Waiting For My Angel
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Creepy* is My Cute Angel and they know who I talk about,
Waiting as she valiantly fights one of the First Major Wars in her life,
Though I know that she is constantly being missed by me, I know she must win.
This one is also dedicated to the little one Kripi who's valiantly dealing with her crucial exams which would be over on 15th of March.
© Atul Kaushal
542 · Feb 2017
Oh Painter!
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Oh
Dear
Painter
Why have
You forsaken
Me altogether,
Why no tears?
In spite of all the grief,
In spite of all the sadness,
In spite of all the darkness,
In your heart forsaken me.
My HP Poem #1437
©Atul Kaushal
541 · Dec 2012
Marriage | egariM
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Dedicated to the Mirage,
Of a golden future,
With a silver person,
Usually referred to as Marriage.

In a Marriage,
Two souls seem to meet.
It is not so easy,
For two souls to meet.

I've seen a Marriage,
Which survives only due to the child.
That child grows up pledging,
Bachelorhood all his life.
And that child here, could have been me.
P.S.: 19/5/18 Decision changed long ago. Funny how true love changes mindsets.
541 · Mar 2021
Comfort
Àŧùl Mar 2021
True comfort lies in
Infancy or in
Mother's lap,
But
True peace lies
only in Death
And
I know that
Because
In death you
Are free from all
Pains and emotions,
Like I was in that
Comatose state
My HP Poem #1912
©Atul Kaushal
541 · Jul 2020
7 Years Later
Àŧùl Jul 2020
1857 was some years older,
Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave.

No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder,
None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave.

No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver,
None consumed the patriotism wine agave.

Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were,
The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur.

Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better,
And I am sure about this administrator.

Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse,
And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor.

Shāh Jī is the best strategist,
And the team is just perfect.

Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor,
An example she is of the pink power.

Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker,
Wise old man for the nation.

Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated,
He heads the World Health Organization.

Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19,
Originated in MainlandChina.

Extinction, it is threatening,
Now we all turn to Hïnđū values.

Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific,
The blind faith belongs to aggressors.

The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,
In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains.

They say that history repeats itself,
Rām Rājyä beckons once again.
A tribute to the great Government of India.
We elected a good set of administrators.
Now have faith in Narendra Modi Ji and his handling of the COVID19 pandemic crisis.

My HP Poem #1867
©Atul Kaushal
540 · Jan 2013
Warriors of Time
Àŧùl Jan 2013
There are also those few,
For whom only dry winds blew,
They only saw time when away it flew.

Giving them jolts like a bolt from the blues,
Time definitely gave the warriors of time the rues,
For they never-ever even managed to compose the blues.
© Atul Kaushal
540 · Mar 2014
She Settled Scores!
Àŧùl Mar 2014
When I confessed my love for her,
She instantly settled back scores,
How well she gels along myself.

Often I weigh the mutual feelings,
Really complex is this truer love,
I come to the conclusion daily.

Not at all felt this way previously,
Truest love is once in a lifetime,
Merrily falls the tide of time.

Now it is her exclusive domain,
A name now rattles in my heart,
Emptiness filled my heart earlier.

Loving her is a mistake I'd repeat,
Not only once but infinite times,
For it is the sweetest mistake.
My HP Poem #597
©Atul Kaushal
539 · May 2016
2 Years Ago...
Àŧùl May 2016
On All Poetry at her behest, I had created an account...
And this is one one of my poems which I had posted there...

How Are You,
My Love?
I Long For You,
Today, Every Day!

I Have Not
Met You Ever,
So I Long For You!

Soon We Will
Meet In Your City,
The Idea Captures Me!
My HP Poem #1078
©Atul Kaushal
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