Squash uses a racquet,
Tennis implies a racquet,
Badminton applies a racquet.
Together the racquets' racket is too noisy.
But it's funny how we all seem to like it.
Some cannot even live without the din.
But how good or bad is to bet about it.

I have been reading genetics,
Even as a part of my course,
Apart from my dear hobby.

I have got this scientific temper,
Of course I got it all genetically,
From both mommy 'nd daddy.

Genetics define my autosomes,
Even my other chromosomes,
Which gave me my gender.

I am an Aryan-Dravidian born,
With a fantastic genetic base,
Variation is a genetic boon.

My father tells me to marry farther,
Continuing the ancient tradition,
A tradition that imparts finesse.

Whenever I enter any Indian Wedding,
The clarinet would be lamenting in rejoice,
Playing it would be very frequently happy tunes,
The irony became so profound when I'd move further,
Clarinet already lamented that the groom would lose himself.

Angel?
I had my Angel,
For that one night,
And for those many
Days, noons & midnights,
I've been living in her dreams,
Dreams I see with my eyes open,
Tears craving to fall each day,
But failing to fall every time.

Guess I had become too old,
For having tears seep down my cheeks,
And I regret daily for I had fret
Days, noons & midnights,
With her stabbing herself,
To make me happy & smile,
But all I had for telling her,
Were my words of Anger,
Just Anger?

Daughter of an American restaurateur,
She breathed in fashion's golden age,
On the ramp, she was hot like wildfire.
A playgirl, she likely broke a million hearts,
Prancing on a hundred beds in her life,
Of course sharing with hundreds her arts.
Also engaged in doing drugs just so often,
Not caring even a bit about the sterility,
Oh, how she shared syringes and needles.

*Be successful - but never ever like her.

Myself.
I shall never ditch myself.

Parents.
They twice brought me to life.

Life.
She showed me who would stay.

A** brother with a cute little lisp,
Or a place for like minded folks,
Relishing the beauty in place,
Tending to needs in time's cusp,
Allowing the easy flow of juices.

On the brink of civility & love,
Fading the differences between.

Fulfilling the ****** needs,
Loaning the best moments,
Easier is *** contraction,
Self-awareness needed,
Help yourself with the hand.

To the trickier ways of a district,
Redlight district is meant to be strict,
Aloof from normal, painful city,
Desired by many but visited by few,
Envious red shades flowing in & out.

Yes I know it's your first language,
But don't let overconfidence get in,
And never let it bring you negatives.

She is a person who can win hearts,
Just with her beautiful watery eyes,
And with her purely innocent smile.

She has a shiny heart of 24 c.t. gold,
Akin to those beautiful watery eyes,
And her heart has a soft shiny glow.

She makes me feel proud of myself,
Not just relatives can rightly feel so,
And she loves me so it won't matter.

More than any other food item,
Rajma chaawal can brighten my day up,
Bring back to my lips a lost smile,
Kidney beans is rajma and rice is the chaawal.

A different flavour tickles my taste buds,
Divine is this taste vegetarian,
Few are not so lucky to have tasted it ever,
It should be declared the national food of the kitchen north Indian.

I've such longing to meet you dear,
We will meet soon somewhere,
On a snowy evening at a hillstation.
I promise you that I won't get hard,
While we enjoy the snowy kiss,
On a snowy ***** at a hillstation.
Don't fear time as it will bend.

When I feel tired in life,
Come sit with me dear,
Hold my hand in yours,
Swing your other arm,
Around my waistline, and,
Tickle me hard to shrieks.

Right when I need you to,
I relax myself in your lap,
I'll blow in your hair,
You will let me do it,
Slowly & close to ear,
Holding you closest.

The clouds above are rumbling,
As if sleeping giants are snoring.
Rain drops are tinkling on the tin,
Just winking amidst all of the din.
The early December chill is sweet,
Soon there will not be a thing to eat.
All will freeze in the chilly breeze,
Ice age just has so much to please,
Recall it all what I told if you can.
Juxtaposed by mother nature is it,
Her most wicked chilly plan it is.

...
Had a fine sumptuous meal,
And received all good wishes,
Pal you looked so happy today,
Plus 28 years you completed,
You shall remember it all.

Best moments were spent with us,
In the lab we are one big family,
Rings of halo on your head,
Today on your birthday,
Heavy meals we all had,
Doing a lunch we did enjoy,
Another birthday comes so late,
Yes, obviously of the other labmates.

Afterwards, we might get separated,
Resting and working for ourselves,
Venerated is our Dr Mohanty sir,
Inches we are getting stronger,
Never getting discouraged,
Define he does a father.

For he's going through,
A time so tough & rude,
Loving mother has undergone,
Surgery for knee replacement,
Ya it was a difficult one,
As she's so senior in age,
May time be merciful & help her.

May time help a son to look after,
Loanee we all are of our parents,
Only few get such chances,
Gitacharyaji, we are lucky,
For both of us have gotten ample,
Opportunities to look after them,
We must serve our parents.

Still we can never repay the debt,
They gave us life, they taught us,
Of course we are their symbols,
We are lucky to do something,
For the progenitors of ours,
May your faith guide you,
And impart strength to you.

Once again I looked at my sides,
When I decided my password needed a change,
It was rotting - really.

This gaming website required a unique password,
It required at least 10 characters,
My sides were clear and none was peeping.

It required 3 special characters as well,
2 capital letters were also required for it,
I thought for a while & decided as follows:

Superman + Spiderman + Batman + New Delhi + New York = *3SSB2ND&NY;

As I move on the streets of Mangalore city on the west seafront,
It is an afternoon and the sun is starkly overhead,
Burning, roasting in the hot-dry sky of May.

While en route the beach I passed from a really silent street,
Then I pass from the side of the Rosario Cathedral,
The only person I notice was a young vendor.

The vendor is a little girl who looked determined to empty her stock,
I peered into her basket and was pleased to see in it,
Even today I believe she sits there by the street.

Sitting in the rain or in the harsh, merciless sun she prays to the God,
Just back to her the church apparently has some priority line to Him,
She bribes Him a beautiful sea shell or two if He sends some buyers...

Though I do not need any sea shells, but I still go and spare a look,
I choose a pair of green sea shells and pay her for it,
Because she sells the sea shells by the street side.

My heart has a crush on a heart of infidelity,
Yes, she is treacherous, a traitor she is, that ****.
My heart had a crush on the heart of a sweety,
Yes, she was pure and high was her divinity.
My heart has a crush on the sweetest of them all,
Yes, she is simply the sweetest of them all.
My heart had a crush on a simple heart,
Yes, she was simple when I fell in love with her.
My heart has a crush on a heart of a young gal,
Yes, she is youthful, and obviously she is fickle.

Mary had a cute little lamb.
She also had a husband.
The husband's name is Muhammad.
Muhammad loved the lamb too.
Muhammad ate it on Bakrid after slowly slitting its jugular vein.
Then Mary was so very sad.
Muhammad told her that he felt equally bad.
But the spirit of Eid-Ul-Adha is to make sacrifices.
The prophet had sacrificed his loved sons.
Same goes for the symbolic sacrificial goats that they eat in grief.
Ignore the pristine preparation of the lamb of God.
And anyone killed in suicide attacks is also a Fedayeen.

I love you even this way.
More Full.
More ****.
More Curvy.
You're putting on.
At all the right places.
All I want you to do is to be
Carefree...
And Enjoy..
Smile & Smile.

I crossed another milestone,
I grossed 50k reads as a poet.

I was alone in the outside world,
I ain't alone in the poetry world.

I have no friends in reality,
I have several friends here.

I read & like lovely poems daily,
I write just for she-yes-her daily.

I had met her on Facebook,
I read in love on this nook.

I don't know the exact date but,
I will be happy 7 years later...

I want to sleep in your arms tonight,
While we hug each other,
Lips meeting romantically with in a kissy.

I want to sleep in the bed with you under sheets,
While the baby sleeps in its decorated cradle,
Less concerned about the next day than the baby.

I want to sleep forever but after 60-65 years,
While you lay me down to your lap,
Listening to your rebuke about being always sleepy.

Whenever I get on the NH1 Grand Trunk Road,
I feel the pride of it being the oldest highway,
Built even before the documentation period.

King Ashoka got it built in the 3rd century B.C.,
Emperor Sher Shah got it repaired in the 17'th,
The British Company utilized it in 1857 1st war.

It was then gotten repaired only a bit by them,
Repairing such a long highway isn't easy at all,
It runs from Kabul up to Kolkata and to Dhaka.

Let me continue the story about a guy named Akshant,
Who belonged to Mathura in India, once the city of Krishna.

Akshant rejoined college and scored acceptably well this time,
He had realized his mistakes while he was to stay at home.
Repentance on committing mistakes intentionally was ripe,
He barely controlled the regret from flowing through his eyes.

Anamika was the only friend who was by his side in this time,
Giving him relief from loneliness which rang as the door chime.
Akshant had a poor memory so not much could stay on his mind,
Stressing his memory too much would only make his brain to grind.

Akshant then studied cautiously holding onto Anamika's hand,
Cautious he was not to crush it as he had formerly done to others.
He brightened up his professional life along with the romantic life,
And he scored brilliantly given his mental health was really affected.

The dried clots inside his brain were still an issue two years later,
But he controlled himself to not harm others from his anger.
The clots used to come out through as tears and ear wax,
Almost all was physically well after three more years.

Akshant went Kodaikanal after his bachelor's degree college,
He was an eligible bachelor when he had a job confirmation.
This happened when he was drifting away in the Kodai lake,
Anamika who sat next to him in the boat congratulated him.

Now Anamika confessed her feelings for Akshant in the boat,
Akshant couldn't find any words & found himself quite quiet.
This made Anamika challenge and taunt about his manliness,
Which caused Akshant get enraged & kiss his reply on her lips.

The boat swayed terribly in the star-shaped lake's still waters,
Anamika ogled & felt her hair get wet & this made her ****** Akshant.
She started kissing him back now & her eyes were coming back to normal,
These had been wide ogling when Akshant had started kissing hard and so it was.

Roar!
The sanctuary roars,
Some of its many beasts seem angry,
They all feel hungry.

Roar!!
The roar is sadder,
Some of the advanced beasts feel sad,
They all miss hunting.

Roar!
The roar is full of sorrow,
Some of its beasts can't contain the sorrow,
They all miss their families.

Never failed
Neither at the studies
Nor at crushing his feelings.

The beach should be so special,
I want to go to a beach with you.
I want us to go to a private beach,
And give you an Australian greeting.
My missile will touch your bombs,
And then make way to your silo,
The Australian greeting is ****.

India was a secular state even before recorded history,
We welcomed all religions even before time,
Jesus is said to have come to Kashmir after Good Friday,
The English were welcomed just for business,
But what they did was occupying the nation,
As if that was not enough in itself they tried partitioning us,
After they endured the second world war,
They did decide to leave India to mind theirs,
But they decided to divide us into two.

One was the Islamic Republic of Pakistan,
Another was named as the Republic of India,
While they just tame corrupt extremism,
We tame irrationally extreme corruption,
We host unrealistic & unimaginable scams,
Sinners of all kind in the world are present here,
But there is some hope from our secular identity,
We are a progressive nation and I am so happy today.

One day will definitely come when India will be reunited.

Oh I wish to be a bird,
For then there would be freedom.

I could be here or there,
And freely without borders.

Then I will not be blinded,
Flight of my will power would be untamed.

I could be flying in Srinagar,
And then in Peshawar afterwards.

Then nothing would restrict me,
Unaffected personal would be my choice.

I could be in Moscow,
And even in Washington.

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Be My Doll

Be my doll,
I want to play with you.

Be my doll,
I want to decorate you.

Be my doll,
I want to change your clothes.

Be my doll,
I want to desecrate you.

Be my doll,
I want to possess you.

Be my doll,
I want to pick you in my arms.

Be my doll,
I want to keep you with me.

Be my doll,
I want to marry you.

Be my lady,
I want you to take me as your lord.

At the confluence is situated the Dushanbe,
Varzob and Kafirnigan meet in proximity.
Kafirnigan flows towards from the east towards the city,
The Varzob flows south to meet the bigger Kafirnigan.
The people, they import English Goats for eating,
Sacrificial English Goat Of Dushanbe,
And that's how they eat GOD frequently!

I love her infantile eyes,
So deep and dark, with no lies.

I love her chubby cheeks,
So likable and lickable, with no ice.

I love her beautiful hair,
On her mandible so magical, with no lice.

I love her smiley curves,
So spicy, with no added spice.

I love her cute nose,
So precious, with no price.

In these mornings,
The radio wakes me up,
I feel that it's you tickling me.

In a time to follow it the next,
The thoughts of last day,
I get carried away.

In the time follow,
I pedal to the milk booth,
I pass morning smiles as I go.

In the rest of my morning time,
I do read the newspaper,
I also solve sudoku.

In the afternoons,
I find the lunch tasty as,
I feel I'm lunching with you.

In the lazy time that follows,
I spend that in sleeping,
I don't much snore.

In evening's times,
I go to gym & workout,
I workout and talk to you.

In the nights after the day,
I wish you sweet dreams,
I sleep with smiling lips.

I bellowed into the mountainous valley, "LONG TIME – NO READ!"
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Not expecting a reply, I turned away...
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But it did echo faintly from f a r behind, "Long time – no write!"

I visited the same beach,
The beach of our sobriety,
It's there in my memories.

I touched & felt there the sands of time,
The time that we spent in togetherness,
It's a time in that recycle bin of the past.

I shall forget you forever, soon,
This tide of time will help me,
It's going to immerse that sand castle.

I let my ship find her angel,
The angel of my dreams,
It's not long before I touch her.

I see myself visiting her lands,
The lands of beauty and Bihu,
It's just that I realized ships must sail on.

Many of them often think of me quirky,
Poor!!! Poor people as they fail to make,
Make out new found aplomb in my life.

Maybe I should accept the accusations,
Please them with all my sugary words,
Much of them will mould their opinion.

Myself changing is unnecessary really,
Plus she loves the original defacto me,
My darling you make me feel carefree.

Beyond sacred geometry,
Hides a dark secret.

A secret of stolen symbols,
And stolen concepts.

You are scared of my family,
But you know that you reacted early.
I don't want you to repent it later,
So I will just keep loving you inside.
And your beautiful youthful heart,
It might come back to me in the end.
Fingers crossed all the best for the exam.

Daddy had gotten dengue,
But now he is fine.

I was a bit scared & worried,
But now I am okay.

My service shines in his health,
But I'm unhappy with his increasing age.

****** thought it was a concept novel.
But wrong he was.
India knew Blitzkrieg long before ******.

In ancient dramas like Mahabharata,
And of course the older Ramayana,
The epics are replete with incidents,
Or rather determining acts of battle,
That determined the course of time,
Armies attacked the relaxing armies,
Changed the outcome of war.

So was the ancient Indian ideology.

This is about my beloved physiotherapist.
He tried his best to help me recover quick.
And today the initial period is reminiscent.

Dr. Amrinder Singh Kaler,
My generous physiotherapist,
Has a rather rare surname.

I used to enquire his name,
As I was extremely curious,
Much like a kid I had been.

Brain injury took heavy toll,
Severely quick memory loss,
At times I used to forget it all.

All day long I was apprehensive & confused,
Scared I remained thinking of physical pain,
I would ask them if someone would come.

I would ask him his name during therapy,
My memory was extremely short & poor,
I slowly learnt his first & second names.

But I would still ask him his surname,
I was not be told straight away by him,
He told me to strain my mind & guess it.

To tell him his own name was not easy,
Especially when I was so much in pain,
It was so much difficult for me to tell it.

But after few months' passage,
It didn't pain much to exercise,
As much as when I was worse.

I found it difficult to recall his surname,
I did say several Sikh surnames to him,
I would say all surnames but his own.

Extremism, He taught them.
Extreme belief in the book of Satanic Verses.

Polygamy, He taught them.
Polyandry he dared not teach them ever.

Terrorism, He taught them.
Terrorising he needed not teach them ever.

Ill Will, He taught them.
Utter hatred for the non-believer forever.

Paedophilia, He taught them.
Old men marrying & ****** children forever.

Paradoxes, He taught them.
Cleaning ***** feet with hands before the prayer.

Hatred, He taught them.
Why else are his teachings a copy of threats?

Such is our favourite game,
Love is its beautiful name...
We both like this game of love,
As both of us have nothing to lose,
I stole your heart and you won mine,
So it is a win-win situation in the end...

Fact: Bananas have more trade regulations than AK-47s.

Something healthy must be having such ridiculous regulations,
But not the Kalashnikov as it won't be good for trade relations.
But hey, even she dubs me as her loving exclusive AK-47,
'Coz my name is Atul Kaushal - the letters are 4 and 7!
I shoot poetry and spilled is love instead of blood.

Bereft of love all my life,
Thought I would not need any.
Still, you entered my life,
And now I need you as my wife.
Proposals, you can get many,
Yet you say you will be my wife.
You scuttled my ship.

Civilized behaviour is only recognized after you're gone,
Insolence is admired during entire of your lifetime,
Be rude and someone will always like you.

I went to the forest,
Forest spoke a poem...

*Have you seen my green trees,
The trees that gave me shade..

Have you seen my animals,
The animals that here played.

Have you seen my birds,
The birds that sang their songs..

Have you seen my flowers,
The flowers that scented my air...

Why does the evening feel so barren,
Where has she bereft me to rot alone?

Oh my companion mother nature,
Where have you left me oh my God?

Why only the hardened insects remain,
Who am I supposed to listen to now?

Would this bit of grass be able to survive,
Or will it abandon me just like others?

Where do these two-legged creatures come from,
Have I forgot having looked after them throughout?

Why do they use my wood to kindle bonfires,
Couldn't father time just revert everything back?

I
Was
Given
All sorts
Of chances
To lose my it
And it's not like
I have to boast it
But I am just telling
And letting you know
How I still keep my
Adolescence alive
All these times
Just for my
True love
My last
Love,
For
U!