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Àŧùl Jun 2017
Yes, Kalpana.
I shall not suggest you about anything,
Kri's the last one I suggested anything.

She got bored of following my advice,
But she still told me all her problems,
Yes, Kalpana.

Yes, Kalpana.
You know rest of the story involved,
How she did get rid of me in the end.

Initially she sought my advice,
She would follow it and be happy,
Because that was logical advice.

But sooner than later she got bored,
She still told me all of her problems,
She wanted not a solution suggested.

Slowly all the charm had worn out,
She grew repulsive to my words,
Ready to suffer she was than to follow my advice.

She was young,
At a crucial stage,
She made mistakes.
My HP Poem #1594
©Atul Kaushal
499 · Oct 2019
Eli, Eli
Àŧùl Oct 2019
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

So He said in despair.
Son of The Father, you call him?
Now, He is so unfair.
Why did A Father abandon His child?
A wrong number.
Do you all believe in falsehood?
Unmonitored childcare.
Even Eli's Son found His faith unsure.
Then how can you be so sure?
The Son thought that The Father abandoned Him.

Is such a
Father
trustworthy of your human faith?

I'd have such a Father under probation,
And His Child under human protection.

Find your faith in Rámà and Křšņà
Because they are both the same.

He is Vìšņù,
The Conserver.
He is without any sin,
The Faithful Protector.
He will never betray you.

Wait for the Kalki to reveal,
As for the Devil's faith, Kalki will dismantle.
Book of Mathew, Chapter 27.
My HP Poem #1784
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
We were chatting for the first time,
I asked if he was an Indian.
He said, "No, I am a European."
Now I said,
"Sorry, but you are no longer a European.
Your UK dumped EU.
So EU dumped you!
Now your islands were kicked further northwest.
The Germans finally had sweet revenge. :-D"
:-D
My HP Poem #1810
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
My Mother Tells Me To Cut Calorie-Intake
If I Ever Want To Shed Some Extra Fat,
But I'm Merely 66.8 KG By Weight!

How Can I Make My Conservative Family
Especially My Overpossessive Mommy,
That I Can't Cut Any Of My Calorie!!

Because Oh My Beautiful Cute Little Darling,
You Must Be Well-Aware Of The Fact That
You're The Sugar In My Cup Of Life!!!

I'm 5'10" Tall Which Is Good For India & So I'm Adequate Weight,
There's No Way To Even Seriously Thinking Of Cutting Calories,
But Still, Still I've Been Going To The Gym All These Days!!!!

Anyways, I Can Just Try To Exercise More & More,
As I Keep A Loose Check On What I Eat Daily,
To Ultimately Get A Decent Shaped Body!!!!!

Perhaps That Should Help Me Stay Fit,
Mom Should Be Satisfied & Happy,
From What I Make My Body!!!!!!

My Favorite Taste Is Sweet,
My Favorite Flavor Is You And So,
You're The Sugar In My Cup Of Life!!!!!!!
© Atul Kaushal
498 · Oct 2016
Wish & Choice
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I can keep writing suchlike & better too,
Only if so chosen by my darling you,
And plain verse it would be cute.

I can bring the stars to earth too,
Only if wished so by just you,
And I will let flow my love.
HP Poem #1214
©Atul Kaushal
498 · Oct 2016
Loving A Starlet
Àŧùl Oct 2016
She knows that several men love her,
And she enjoys the attention she gets.
HP Poem #1187
©Atul Kaushal
498 · Nov 2012
What I'm Not
Àŧùl Nov 2012
You expect me to be what you desire,
Because that's something none of you could be.

You expect me to do what you desire,
Because that's considered highly in the society.

You expect me to speak what you desire,
Because that's untrue & comfortable hearing.

You expect me to silently watch what you desire,
Because that's how you want your race horse to focus.

You expect me to be resilient letting you do what you desire,
Because that's favorable to all your ambitions to be our emperor.
My HP Poem #14
© Atul Kaushal
498 · Jan 11
New Morning
Àŧùl Jan 11
The night has ended,
And the dusk is stale.
A different dawn descended,
And the sun is shining pale.

There are some memories here,
Some more are hidden there.
I'm still lonely,
But I'd be lonelier
If not for my parents.

Now I work on my dream rate,
None was more appropriate.
My HP Poem #2039
©Atul Kaushal
498 · May 2016
Darling, Will You Love Me?
Àŧùl May 2016
Darling, will you love me?
And only me?
But negative you stand,
You talk about being in the society,
But I know the society's real face,
Calling them brothers they turn fake,
And symbolic literary kisses turn into 'Who are you?'.

Their fake faces are visible to me,
Why do you knowingly ignore that?

You are not fake like them,
You are faithful to yourself,
Or are you like them, dear?
But I knew that you are not ready to accept this reality behind the societal masquerades of every next man.

You will let go of me but you won't shun the fake society instead, you are addicted to it.

Edit on 19th May, 2016:
She was fake. So fake.

My HP Poem #1075
©Atul Kaushal
497 · Feb 2017
Chug Chug
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I* want us to go on a long rail trip.

Longer than whatever I experienced,
On the bridges over the trenches,
Victory trip over mountainous terrains,
Existing away from the world.

My life needs to be revamped,
E**erie and dangerous it has become.
My HP Poem #1430
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2016
Can take you next to her,
Close, closer and closest.

You can still feel her soft,
Voice, skin or the organs.

Just forget all of her vices,
She doesn't remain impure.

The trinket in her ankle,
It makes a sweet sound.

She teases you and runs,
You'll run after her soon.

But open your eyes now,
And you'll find her gone.

She was never here dude,
You still are in the swoon.
My HP Poem #1116
©Atul Kaushal
497 · Mar 2014
The Angel In My Psyche
Àŧùl Mar 2014
I always have had an idea of my dream girl,
Of exactly what she is like from her heart,
Of exactly what her appearance is like.

I feel victorious to tell that I have found her,
She is quintessentially an atypical angel,
She is a crystal mirror within herself.

I believe that I have never been more happy,
This is definitely my delightful salvation,
This is karma delivering as the fruit.
My HP Poem #558
©Atul Kaushal
496 · May 2017
Did I Not See It Coming Up
Àŧùl May 2017
Why did I forget that I am a mortal,
How could I just ignore that fact?
I am merely a mortal loving another,
Perplexed I am why she ever left.

Why should I waste my time,
On another immature person?
Either way I lose precious hours,
Should let her go and live on.

Remembering her is not worthy,
Edging each year closer to thirty.
Every day I realise my waning age,
Living in the self-made cage.

I had never foreseen her leave,
Not for that I was always truthful.
These memories are all I have,
On the dreary nights handful.

Most of the visions for future,
Interest waning away from life.
No, she wouldn't ever be here,
Ex- she won't ever be my wife.

Maybe I need to broaden my spectrum,
India is the land I took this birth in.
Now I live searching for a plectrum,
Exact fit for my life's good guitarin'.
My HP Poem #1535
©Atul Kaushal
495 · Dec 2015
Impure
Àŧùl Dec 2015
These. Lines. You. Read. Are. Impure.

They. Have. Periods.

They don't have any idea,
What actual fertility really is,
And they shamelessly look down,
With their so impaired vision,
Upon those girls so bright.

They prevent them,
They discriminate them,
No worship in temples,
They don't send them to schools.
Such are few idiots.

My HP Poem #925
©Atul Kaushal
495 · Oct 2014
Cash
Àŧùl Oct 2014
I am born in a middle-class family,
But I am super-affluent personally.
I sleep on a humble coir mattress,
But then, I dream of you my dear.
I indulge in love with you then on,
But I wake up before I reach ******.
I love my life as you are here now,
But do tell me if you feel discomfort.
I take care presently to make sure,
But forgive me if I grow on your nerves.
I am rich and affluent because I've your love,
But don't ever let the light of love fade away.
My HP Poem #676
©Atul Kaushal
494 · Jul 2020
Her Cuteness
Àŧùl Jul 2020
Her round face,
The button nose,
And sweet voice.

Her glowing skin,
The plumpy chin,
And **** midriff.

Her friendly nature,
The Hïnđū outlook,
And divine soul.

Her infant thoughts,
The youthful spirit,
And zestful love.

How should I not love her?
She's my future partner of life,
And why not, she's my future wife.
My HP Poem #1873
©Atul Kaushal
494 · Nov 2012
The Goodbye Poem
Àŧùl Nov 2012
Don't ever tell the Goodbye.

I know it won't be easy,
So don't ever tell the Goodbye.

Don't ever tell the Goodbye.
We will let the time be lazy,
Just don't ever tell the Goodbye.
Don't ever tell the Goodbye.

**** the time we are away,
Just erase those memories.
And the distance between us,
I'll walk to you, so you will.

That time would come,
But don't ever tell the Goodbye.
Don't  let your lips part,
Part and open saying Goodbye.
We'll create it an art,
And won't ever tell the Goodbye.
This is an October '12  poem by me.
My HP Poem #5
©Atul Kaushal
494 · Sep 2020
Absurdity
Àŧùl Sep 2020
The absurdity of modern poets.
They don't use the rhyme scale,
But they use many cuss words.
And they think writing suchlike,
They look cooler than their peers.
My HP Poem #1885
©Atul Kaushal
494 · Apr 2017
Fidelity & Docility
Àŧùl Apr 2017
I am happy that she freed herself,
But disappointed with her as well.

'Cause I had limited her she feels,
While she was her own delimiter.

I am happy that I had my fidelity,
But hurt with her eternal docility.

'Cause she was so docile overall,
While having such a crude ear.

I am happy that I am not with her,
But sad that I am very lonely now.

'Cause she was so close to my heart,
While keeping me close to her own.

I am happy that I did love her a lot,
But weeping that it is, after all, past.
My HP Poem #1497
©Atul Kaushal
494 · Jan 2015
Oh My Dream Girl
Àŧùl Jan 2015
My heart always calls out to you,
So much I will attain from so less,
Just let me be yours & you be mine.
My HP Poem #725
©Atul Kaushal
494 · Nov 2016
Perspectives
Àŧùl Nov 2016
People see my love,
For you, my love,
In these poems,
Which you consider differently,
That you would say are evil,
Probably inept of your attention,
But I do not control anyone.

Not even my own body.
My body has started revolting and I can feel it coming.

Nothing gets digested.

No balance or control.

Respiration is no better.

My memory is even worse.

You made a smart decision for yourself.

I wholly endorse your decision.

Don't worry about me, I was just a phase.

So yes, I'm better left alone during the end of my days.

You be happy.

HP Poem #1277
©Atul Kaushal
493 · Dec 2016
The Secret
Àŧùl Dec 2016
The secret to her happiness is love.
No, you are thinking wrong.
I am not her lover.
Not anymore.
Her love is objective.
It is ever-changing and variable.
She has loved many things.
Parents. Cousins. Friends. Siblings.
Boyfriends. Even girlfriends.
She is bi-curious if not bisexual.
HP Poem #1301
©Atul Kaushal
493 · Nov 2012
I'm Not Alone
Àŧùl Nov 2012
I often ponder
Of my being isolated
In this world of 7 billion

I often wander
Alone I often wander around
In this vast world

I often feel out of love
Of friends and those special ones
In this lovely world

I often feel I could fly
Out of this defensively closed society
In this wide world

I often get a feeling
Of sadness when I can't share happiness
In this jealous world

I often get an emotion
Of joy when I succeed in befriending someone
In this hostile world

In the end of the poem I come to the essence
Of this world as not being so mean as it appears
In this first thought

I re-read what I titled this poem as
And say out loud that
I'm Not Alone
My HP Poem #3
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2019
Every night you come to my dreams,
You come to my dreams and whisper,
Whisper sweet little nothings you do,
You do it to me all the time, oh Jenny,
Jenny, you're so beautiful and pure,
A purity expands from my memories,
Emanate from my sleep does your purity.
My HP Poem #1815
©Atul Kaushal
493 · Mar 2013
Senseless
Àŧùl Mar 2013
What use is a flask,
If I can't toast from it.

What use is a heart,
If it can't beat for me.

What use is a friend,
If they can't trust me.

What point is a person,
If they don't love poetry.

What point is a poem,
If they don't get it easily.

What point is a point,
If they find it senseless.

But the entire world is not smart,
And I don't actually care if they think most of it is just Senseless! :D
My Hello Poetry Poem #125
© Atul Kaushal
492 · Dec 2016
The Last Poem
Àŧùl Dec 2016
May my last poem never time itself on my birthday,
As the day I write my last poem will be my last day,
And I wish not die on the day which is my birthday.
HP Poem #1316
©Atul Kaushal
491 · Jun 2017
The Grim Reaper
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I know about myself that I am rude,
I am very much that cool dude.
I refused accepting my deathly abode,
I sent the grim reaper back.
I know that he was racing with me,
Noting my bike's speed.
But I know that once I did survive.
My HP Poem #1592
©Atul Kaushal
490 · Jul 2017
She Is A Defaulter Now
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Knowingly she had ditched me,
Reported I have to the police,
I have been trying to move on,
Purple hues of her are forgotten,
Impress me she did as my empress.

Issues of my own stand unresolved,
Some issues of loneliness are queer.

Thankfully I am still sane,
How hollow is my life now,
Ending another stage of my life.

Decanting are all the memories,
Effectless was my every effort,
Fake had been the promises,
Added all of the sweetness,
Ultimately I am alone,
Left me in my sadness,
Talking to myself I'm now,
End of life I'm speculating,
R**inging are her last words now.
My HP Poem #1634
©Atul Kaushal
489 · Jan 2021
Freedom for Me is
Àŧùl Jan 2021
The liberty to love anyone
Irrespective of Värņä,
Jāŧï, community, birthplace,
Profession, or their past,
In order to help them get better
As I become their dream partner
My HP Poem #1906
©Atul Kaushal
489 · Sep 2018
Ghoul
Àŧùl Sep 2018
I own your body,
I own your soul,
The one that owns your sorrows and gives you happiness,
I am that ethereal ghoul.
My HP Poem #1717
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Where are you hiding, love?
Come, you know it is already late.
Do you want me to cry & wail?
No?
Come back, you needn't do anything else.
How you want me to be happy?
Come back only if you are willing to change.
Random write, not for interpretation.

My HP Poem #1366
©Atul Kaushal
488 · Dec 2016
Lucky
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Today, I realize this,
Hate me not if I tell you,
Atul loves you into the blues,
Tomorrow I will love you more.

I** just love you exclusively forever.

Letters of love you have sent,
Of course many I have saved,
Veering not en route to love,
Enthralling moments await.

Yes, it hardly matters that I must wait,
On and on I will love you only,
Unto any I do not fall whatever be the bait.

And you kindly think of yourself,
Than thinking of me,
Us is not a future thing anymore,
Life is going to get better.
Lucky That I Love Myself

HP Poem #1308
©Atul Kaushal
487 · Jun 2017
What She Said
Àŧùl Jun 2017
A fairly new poetess,
With the eye of a tigress,
Of stats she is the mistress.

She compliments me,
As she points it out to be,
Excellent poets read so many.

So honestly she tells me,
As she brings to my notice,
"Your favourites are 10X more,"
"Your poems are 10 times lesser!"
Thanks for bringing it to my notice,
Poetess Kalpana.

I am sure that there are many more dedicated readers and so a lot of better poets than me.

My HP Poem #1568
©Atul Kaushal
486 · Feb 2016
I Love You
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Your face reading tells me a lot,
You've been a warrior of thought,
Of your principles a holder.

Yes I confess publicly that I love,
With all my heart and exclusivity,
I am your biggest follower.

Beholder of beauty you are,
I'm not Narcissus even distantly,
Yet these words I tell a mirror!
My HP Poem #1009
©Atul Kaushal
485 · Jan 2016
Every Time I Take A Break
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I start thinking about my mistakes,
So I think about what & all errors,
Those I made & the world makes.
Some special pattern is absent,
Fail I do to figure it out at all,
Prevent I do from letting the blame,
Shift on others for ruining,
What I did and what I do,
I am answerable to myself,
And no ****** **** else!!!
My HP Poem #1006
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
It was just a beginner's trial for her,
But the breakup was a swansong for me.

Now just no more future breakups for me,
I know not where the experiments will land her.

A phobia of breakups is what my life has become,
When I get well settled in my life I won't need anyone.
HP Poem #1178
©Atul Kaushal
484 · Mar 2014
Here I Drown
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Drowsy I get dreaming about her,
Sinking I am only in her thoughts,
Let me drown here only oh friend,
This whirlpool goes to my heaven,
Find me going down in happiness,
In the craziness they're jealous of,
With her in complete contentment.
My HP Poem #571
©Atul Kaushal
484 · Oct 2013
Thanks For Your Company
Àŧùl Oct 2013
I am of the opinion,
By cutting an onion,
None gets as much tears,
As when a tragedy bears,
The tragedy of love,
Brutally slain dove.
I'm not sad, this is just a rhyme.
My HP Poem #441
©Atul Kaushal
484 · May 2017
Come To Me
Àŧùl May 2017
Oh my baby come to me,
Your daddy will raise you,
Efficiently & very caringly.

Baby, I will never let you feel alone,
Absinthe of your mum won't touch you,
Brazenness of hers will be steered clear,
You will mature into a human with heart.

I will stay by your side till I die.

Living with you will be my reward,
On this life it will be a blessing,
Versatile will be your daddy,
Even mum I will be for you.

You will grow up a human of principles,
On Judgement Day, you will go to heavens,
U**nder this sky you will be cared for by Angels.
Single fathers rock!

This poem has a backstory where the mum abandoned the family right after childbirth.

My HP Poem #1543
©Atul Kaushal
484 · Sep 2019
Left of Right
Àŧùl Sep 2019
The BJP has impressed me,
Welfare is their priority,
They have improved as a political party.

They used to be the capitalist kind,
Completely rightwinger it used to be,
They used to be crony capitalists.

But they have improved,
Their worth they proved,
India administrated by them will be happy.

They have made sacrifices,
Who can forget Shyama Prasad Mukherjee?
Once they know him - they can't.

Who can forget Atal Bihari Vajpayee ji,
Or the living legend, Lal Krishna Advani ji,
Or the fallen soldiers, Sushma ji or Arun ji?

We have many more leaders,
All distinguished in their spirit of Indianness,
Narendra Damodardas Modi, their scion.

They used to be plain capitalists, yes,
But now they are very different,
They are the Left of Right.
India, as a majority, is very happy and positive.

My HP Poem #1773
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2020
They all have ostracized rhyming,
Poets, themselves they be calling...

The F-words aplenty they use,
And they think they look cool...

Rescue the language if possible,
Listen to its cries, they are not bearable.
My HP Poem #1884
©Atul Kaushal
483 · Jun 2013
Darling, It's Me
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Who you look for in the mirror,
One you hope for after dinner,
Who you just wish was near,
One you desire was closer,
And you will go higher,
One you can take farther,
Who you wannabe together,
One you want to marry for real,
Who you make kids with in future.
My HP Poem #330
©Atul Kaushal
483 · Nov 2013
Romance Is My Muse
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Romance is my muse,
It makes me feel her,
It makes me happy.
I oftentimes hear,
I start to feel her,
Romance is gold,
Romance is good,
Romance is happy,
It takes my tension,
Away, away & away.
My HP Poem #477
©Atul Kaushal
482 · Nov 2017
I Am
Àŧùl Nov 2017
I Am Alive.
I sing the song of life.

I Am Optimistic.
I hope the good of life.

I Am Positive.
I am the best of men.
I can not find it convincing to write about depressive thoughts, so I edited the poem.

My HP Poem #1679
©Atul Kaushal
482 · Feb 2013
For the Dream Angel
Àŧùl Feb 2013
There is this slightest aching in my heart,
As something is missing in life.
This poem is for that overlooked - unknown - unheard fairy.
 
Baby just come to me now,
Now this shortfall can only be relieved by you.
 
The air breezes past me but still I don't feel like breathing it anymore,
Lest I lose you somewhere I am certainly worried about this, but why?
But why could not you just look at me,
I have seen the world but my mind only liked you.
 
So now you must come as
I just keep my hopes alive,
When you come in my dreams,
I wait when you come to take me to that world.

So now you come,
Take me, take me away.
© Atul Kaushal
481 · Jul 2017
Contrast
Àŧùl Jul 2017
I am a very old man
Living inside a plan
Of that great Creator
To create immortals
But I live in a body
That is very young
And very enthused
My HP Poem #1630
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2024
On December 23, 2023,
I was pursuing my job,
As a Probationary Officer,
At the State Bank of India.

My colleagues and parents gathered,
It was very nice; what should I say?
For a vegetarian's delight showered,
They had gathered together that day.

In Panchkula, it was the F.T.P.—2, or
Foundational Training Program 2,
All the probationers were there,
Where, in SBILD, Panchkula.

Celebrated my birthday a bit late,
For I reached there on a later day,
Not that my arrival was delayed,
Que sera sera, just systemic delay.

'Twas memorable,
Many colleagues.
We broke the ice,
I made no couple.

I reached the age of 33 years that day,
Like this time I'll complete 34 years,
But I miss being a child, or a kid,
Those birthdays were special.

On my 33rd birth anniversary,
I felt more than a year younger.
Finally a successful professional,
And obviously an eligible bachelor.

Still unmarried, now as a choice,
I don't find a compatible voice,
Those judge me by my past,
My successes matter not.

Men Going Their Own Way,
MGTOW seems a good idea,
The only viable option for me,
Isn't that the only one for me?

All I have with me,
Are just memories,
Some are besotten,
Others a' forgotten.

They consider me depressed,
Maybe I'm just depressed,
But I lack any real friend,
Lacking any inspiration.

I may have achieved success,
Academic and professional,
Like Granger & McGonagall,
Scripted through dedication.

Coming out of the shadows,
Like the full moon out there,
My parents be proud of me,
Getting married isn't crucial.
My HP Poem #2023
©Atul Kaushal

*Fresh Review of "My Birthday of December 23, 2023"*

*Overview*

This poem is a reflective and introspective account of your 33rd birthday celebration, exploring themes of identity, relationships, success, and loneliness.

*Structure*

The poem consists of 28 lines, with varying line lengths and no clear stanzas. Consider breaking it into sections for improved flow.

*Imagery and Symbolism*

1. "Vegetarian's delight" creates a vivid image.
2. "Full moon" symbolizes growth and self-awareness.
3. "Coming out of the shadows" indicates personal growth.
4. "Birthday" represents milestones and reflection.

*Themes*

1. *Self-reflection and growth*: You examine your life, achievements, and relationships.
2. *Loneliness and connection*: You express longing for genuine friendships.
3. *Success and fulfillment*: You acknowledge professional accomplishments.
4. *Identity and independence*: You assert your choices, including staying unmarried.
5. *Nostalgia and longing*: You miss childhood birthdays and simplicity.

*Tone*

The poem shifts between:

1. Gratitude and appreciation
2. Nostalgia and wistfulness
3. Frustration and disappointment
4. Hope and resilience

*Language and Style*

1. *Conversational tone*: Engaging and relatable.
2. *Metaphors*: Comparing yourself to Granger and McGonagall (Harry Potter characters).
3. *Allusions*: Referencing MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way).
4. *Repetition*: Emphasizes key themes and emotions.

*Emotional Resonance*

The poem conveys:

1. Gratitude for colleagues and parents
2. Longing for genuine connections
3. Frustration with relationships
4. Pride in achievements
5. Uncertainty about the future

*Suggestions*

1. Refine structure and pacing.
2. Clarify language and imagery.
3. Explore specific themes or emotions in more depth.
4. Consider a more optimistic conclusion.

*Questions*

1. How do you see your poetry evolving?
2. Would you like to explore specific themes further?
3. How do you balance professional success with personal relationships?

Please let me know if you'd like me to elaborate on any aspect!
481 · Sep 2017
I love my parents
Àŧùl Sep 2017
But for me,
Loving them is not easy.

I must respect them
And I must become successful.
My HP Poem #1661
©Atul Kaushal
480 · Sep 2013
The Final Tear
Àŧùl Sep 2013
Come oh my darling so dear,
Come closer & a bit more near,
Come fall in my arms do not fear,
Come I will hug you like a big bear,
Come let us have a cup of warm love,
Come let me kiss away your final tear,
That tear from your eyes will be the last,
We will be purely happy the rest of our life,
We will be surely happy the whole of our life.
The final tear will be in the end when we get married.
More happiness will then follow.

My HP Poem #419
©Atul Kaushal
480 · Sep 2016
Vain Sane Rain
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Compared to your savoury silence,
All my loudest shouts are simply vain.

Compared to my frantical madness,
All your boldest talks are simply sane.

Compared to your sensuous whispers,
All my milky ejaculations are simply rain.
For my last love forever even though she doesn't love me anymore.

My HP Poem #1139
©Atul Kaushal
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