I'm sailing this lonely ship now,
But it's nothing unusual or new.

I have been on this ship before,
But it's not like Deja vu here.

I sailed alone in my childhood,
Shouldn't be any different now.

I was alone, playing with the toys,
That time was definitely a luxury.

I was alone, staring at the walls,
That time was actually so cursed.

I'm still sitting alone, a book in hand,
But now I must read it & score marks.

So it's different & no Deja vu now.

In memoriam, I relive her initial love,
In my final moments, I relieve her now,
Of the burden, she always escaped,
Of the duties she forever avoided,
From the disease, I will perish how,
From the memories, my flame extinguishes,
Into the oblivion, I stare, my oblivion.

I do miss her bad as she did deceive,
I am reminded of her descent upon me,
On this ultimate night that I am alone,
On an unearthly hour, I am awake,
From the disorientation I am awake,
From the dark of night onto a sleeping me,
Into the darkness, I stare, my darkness.

Corona made people Jäïn,
People are turning vegetarian.

Stock markets made us Đïgämbär Jäïn,
Now we're pauper & don't have any clothes.

Đïgämbär Jäïn don't wear any clothes,
They stay **** as a part of their penance.

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Heavens opened up
And showered their
Pure blessings on you
Promising new reasons for
You to be happier than ever

Beginning this year
Is this saga of love
Right from our hearts
That will end not ever,
How we met was amazing,
Dark days of anonymity,
Ahead for some more time,
Yet I shall really make it work.

My dear best friend,
You promise me today
Should this love never fade,
Ever with the tides of time,
Loving me will be your elixir and
Forever shall I always love you faithfully.

You often claim that you can,
Do anything for us to be one.

Sometimes thinking about it,
I feel having drifted to miles.

I am so often busy thinking,
About you, me & she living...

Just two years ago,
I was so happy!
And what about now?
Now I am just hapless.

There's no hope,
Vanished is every joy!
And guess what?
You took it all away.

You had brought it in,
Now you only snatched it!
And what now?
I am searching for happiness.

I search it within myself,
But have had no success!
And what reason?
Addicted I had grown to you.

Everything screams your name,
I had become too much attached!
And what keeps me?
A small hope for the future.

All your words,
Oh baby all your words,
Yeah!
They promise me life.

All your words,
Oh baby all your words,
Yeah!
They promise no lies.

All your words,
Oh baby all your words,
Yeah!
They promise me fife.

All your words,
Oh baby all your words,
Yeah!
Will you be my wife?

There has been an era of happiness,
There has been an era of loneliness.

The mountain stood so lonely,
Yes it used to be lonely.

Then the happy cloudling came by,
Yes it stayed for some moments that just lasted till it was like nevertime.

But then the earthquake came,
None could help the mountain stand on its base and it fell down.

The Cloudling got off from The Mountain.

I don't know how I'll arrange funds.
Funds for the operation,
Funds for the serious surgery.

I can seek help from my parents.
But I am their ligation,
Both of them must be weary.

I wanna arrange the money by myself,
From my own PhD remuneration,
For the treatment & operation.

Or maybe from my novel sales,
If 100 more copies sell,
I can have enough money for surgery.

See if you can help me at all,
Its story is the best I can tell,
And poetry is its decoration.

I am going to forget your memories from my heart,
It's as if I'm going to erase my own existence.

This fiddle 🎻 I play so passionately as an art,
It's as if I'm going to shatter it down piece by piece.

I am going to forget your memories from my heart,
It's as if I'm going to erase my own existence.

May these clouds cry their shower along me,
For today, I'm going to weep like grown-up babies.

Fingers hurt, especially the ones in my left hand,
As they slide vigorously on the violin's neck.

Let me rub my regrets onto this rebec's neck,
Ah! The friction on the strings pierced my fingers.

This violin's strings become undone by my ferocity,
I'll sleep, knowing that I can't be loved by any.

Traders,
Traders everywhere,
Some trading stocks,
Others some shares.

But I invest,
Initiated by my mother,
Encouraged by my father,
Taught by their experience.

An orthodox,
I'm a longterm investor,
I have faith in my future,
I've not sold any holdings.

Future,
I'm building wealth for the future,
My future generations will procure,
I'll pass it on to them by legal means.

Bless,
I hope God will bless me with children,
Humans, or kittens would be my babies,
These small investments will bless them.

Humans,
If I can get married and have heirs,
Then I'll be happy to share my chairs,
I'll teach them what I've learnt in life.

Kittens,
I'll humbly adopt a pair of kittens,
If I don't gel well with humans,
Be busy even without a wife.

One.
Two.
Three.

I.
Love.
You.

A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of blood.

Trying to make the matter clearer, he said, "Now class, if I stood on my head, the blood as you know, would run into it and I should turn red in the face."

"Yes, sir," the class said.

"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in an ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"

Pappu shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."

But I will move on.

1971, they lost East Pakistan,
And Bangladesh was carved.
1972, they conspired terror,
By promising 72 in Jannat.
2024, the fools still believe,
Not just in violence but also in the 72.
****** Nymphs wreak havoc in their minds.

Spreading his Chiropteran wings,
It's actually Satan laughing.
The fools want the world to convert,
Convert to the religion peace at what cost?
They wield their swords and Kalashnikovs,
******, killing, converting, decapitating at will.
They think that they will get virgins in afterlife.

What's described in their scriptures?
72 bathykolpian blue-eyed virgins.
Infinite stamina and limitless wine,
With those 72 eternally ****** Nymphs.
This crude carnal desire motivating,
The ******* to commit more bloodshed.
They rally our daughters, sisters, and mothers.

Like what — they rally them as trophy wives,
Or better if stripped **** and humbled.
They **** our brothers in an exemplary manner,
Decapitating, dismembering, and insulting.
What sort of faith do they follow?
They follow the words of a mad man,
A mad man who claimed to know God.

But actually they follow a barmy man,
A man who lost his mind to the heat,
The Arabic heat with nothing to eat.
No water to drink and it caused him to break,
He was not a sensible man,
About the 2 billion followers?
They're victims of sunstroke too.

We need to strip **** their carnal faith,
Strip them of their human rights,
As they are no humans.
Humans don't behave like jackals,
They follow the religion of the Devil,
But they have the support of bigots,
Bigots who ignore our fallen angels.

Our girls and young women they don't spare,
Why then about theirs should we even care?
Use pliers and plass, pull their nails out,
Send them to their perverted Jannat.
Let the terrorists die of pain,
What will we gain?
Some centuries of actual peace.

You were beautiful,
At a time when you were mine.

You were beautiful,
When you drank love wine.

You were beautiful,
Till you became swine.

If you ever find me missing* for long never should you feel afraid alone even after I die, oh my lover, as it is a truth that separates merely our bodies and no more-nothing else.

I'll stay as a thought inside,
I'll stay alive in your mind,
I'll stay permanent as Sun,
Not feebly as distant stars,
But glowing continuously,
In my poems that remain,
Not in mine or yours, but,
As unending as our love.

Oh no, oh no,
No, Abdul, No.

It's not what you assume,
Not at all the religion of peace.

But yes, you guys drink camel ****,
So, yes, you definitely follow it.

With ***** on your head,
I see you dancing in the desert.

Yes, you follow it closely,
The black book of Satan.

What you are is nowhere peaceful,
Yours is not a faith in peace.

No, Abdul, no, what you follow is
The Religion of Camel ****.

Shantih

I see not a hope to live,
But I am not going down unsung.

I will leave a mark here,
But I will never know what I made.

I shall be just a memory,
But I am going to be immortal there.

I hear not many things,
But I know I beat in a beautiful heart.

I need not a person to love,
But I have my parents to impart care to.

20 years ago, I wrote my final exams for grade 8,
And I was among the toppers in the school.

I still remember the socks for the winter break,
How can I forget it, my godgranny wove that out of wool.

She's still alive, my godgranny,
Godsent angel is that lady.

I have little to no memories of my biological grannies,
Both paternal and maternal passed away whilst I was young.

My godgranny now has a gummy smile,
She closes her eyes as she smiles for a mile.

90+ years of age now, she has seen many summers,
And she has also woven so many woolen socks.

Parameshwari Ðéví is her kind name,
And now she's a greatgranny.

The voice in my head,
Tells me what you said.

It tells me about good things,
To my imagination, it lends its wings.

In my mind, our sky is blue,
I know at last this love is true.

Baby if you ascend to the heavenly abode totally alone,
Wait for me as I find it impossible to breathe by myself without you in my life then.

Neither will you be able to forget me,
Nor will you be able to forgive yourself.
Not so easily.
Whenever you are going to read poems,
Or you will listen to somebody's songs,
Your heart will think of the estranged lover,
The one who never cheated.

Those springs, those moonlit nights,
Those sceneries painted in words,
You will remember my poems,
Then my thoughts will unavoidable.

I had your bare face in my hands,
Just like a scented flower of rose,
And you had clung to my voice,
How will you be able to forget,
Such a magical recent time.

You were always eager to see me,
Such a period has passed you by,
If you think these are sweet lies,
Ask your own frozen heart,
And it will come to life.

Neither will you be able to forget me,
Nor will you be able to forgive yourself.

Even I am unable to forget you,
You are my sole soulmate.
But you are not able to forgive yourself,
I am able to forgive you whenever.
I will take this period just as testing times,
I am mature and I will never forget you.
I am not going to move on for yourself.
What if someday you come and say,
*"It was a serious test of your love!"

The storm I hold back
In my heart,
And my mind,
If I release it all at once,
Then everything will end.

At least for me...

Only for you I wait.

Loved and misplaced it,
I want you back here.

In the dark of night,
In the bright of day,
I wait only for you.

You might keep my heart with you.
I am not going to live forever anyway.
But the spirit of Atul is immortal.

Lovers, like me, dear lady,
You'll see, are found fictionally,
Or maybe in your dearest dreams.

That mythical true lover,
Someone you've craved for,
Maybe since forever and ever.

I am him, I am him, I am him.

And Sleep
To See
Some
Dream...
Dream-Dream-Dream...

She* & Me going on a dark path,
One day as she panics,
Out come these words.

Where is yourself dear,
I can't find you near,
And I don't see it clear?

I reply holding her shoulder,
**I am right behind you,
Your guardian in need.

I
I am
I am put
I am put under
I am put under the
I am put under the pressure
I am put under the pressure of
I am put under the pressure of walking
I am put under the pressure of walking in
I am put under the pressure of walking in their
I am put under the pressure of walking in their shoes
I refuse to do it because it is just not my piece of cake
I refuse to do it because it is just not my piece of
I refuse to do it because it is just not my piece
I refuse to do it because it is just not my
I refuse to do it because it is just not
I refuse to do it because it is just
I refuse to do it because it is
I refuse to do it because it
I refuse to do it because
It is - It is - It surely is
The way I see them trying to drown me daily...

Those paths to happiness...
Should not have been lost...
I should have not...
Wandered away...

In this journey of centuries...
In this saga of love...
Only if we could have...
Stayed together for love...

Something you could have told me...
That thing you should have said...
Something you could have told me...
That thing you should have said...

Someday we will meet...
That day you will say...
Only if we had not broken up...
Wish we could have been together forever...

I still long for those paths...
The ones that we walked together...
Hand in hand...
In such a way...
That we were together...
Forever...
Wish I could have said it...
Something I could have told you...
That thing I should have said...
Something I could have told you...
That thing I should have said...

Someday we will meet...
That day you will say...
Someday we will meet...
That day you will say...

Only if we had not broken up...
Wish we could have been together forever...

The daddy of the flying swine,
He died as
PigDaddy thanks to a mission
Of the US Army.
Cornered by a K9 agent,
The coward blew himself
And family to smithereens.

Especially if you had written,
Better engraved,
So many poems for her on your heart.

Especially if you had seen,
Better decorated,
So many dreams with her for future.

Especiallyif you had loved,
Better lived,
So many lives with her in moments.

She floats with me,
Being while she's not,
I see her.

Her smallest things,
Which I've heard not,
I hear her.

I am amazed by her,
Even though I met her not,
I feel her.

A pout on her cheeks,
That she has received yet not,
I kiss her.

Humming in both my ears,
Her voice seems like the best one,
I adore her.

You touched the bottom of my limp heart,
It started beating once again,
I am alive.
Once more,
It amazingly is a joyous rain,
You showered like happiness on my life.

Resented & Hated They Spend Their Entire Nights
Going Back Again to That Time
When They Were Respected, Regarded & Prized.

The Poor Hillmen Often Try Coming To the Mainstream By
Making Their Significance Felt By The
Various Artistic Etchings, Paintings & Musical Pieces.

But They Still Fail To Leave A Mark On The Society
Because Of Their Own Attributes
Their Appearance, Their Ways Of Life & Their Past Record.

Their Men Look Slim - Very Slim They Appear
In This Bloating World Scenario
Far Fit Than Any Other Tribe They Appear.

Their Women Look Beautiful - They Define Natural Beauty
In This Artificially Made Up World Of Fake Faces
But The Men Are Susceptible - To Inflammatory Words.

Probably you learned it there only from where I learned hypnotizing by my clear heart.

Probably you learned it there only from where I was banished at a younger age & my memory taken.

Probably they call it the Heaven as I am made to remember where you still belong to and I'm just another *fallen angel.

I've been in relationships,
Three of them actually.
But do believe me,
This is my first,
And the last,
When it's
True.
You,
Will see,
And believe,
This is my word,
My ultimate promise.
Please do not doubt me,
I have always meant love.

There's a story of a lonely childhood,
A saga of a musical teenage,
And an account of a painful youth.

There's a poem of romantic adulthood,
An epic written in the search for love,
And your sign in a moment of truth.

There's one desire in my heart untold,
A thirst that is yet unquenched,
And your name on its walls of blood.

All of my 1500 poems,
If I could rewrite each one,
They would still be for her.

All of my daily breaths,
If I'd inhale each one again,
They would still carry her name.

All of my silver coins,
If I could earn much more,
They would still be for her.

α
My past is so blotted & blotched,
Yet, I am living this moment.

Painful or not, it'd hardly matter,
Any luck with life, I miss daily,
I miss all my possibilities,
None have I achieved,
To time I put my ode,
Ever so desperately,
Dying will be easier.

Perhaps, I'd wait until my parents,
And then I shall embrace her,
Saying, “Sorry, I kept you longing,”
This time there is no guardian angel.
β

In the morning,
When I wake up,
I go to brush my teeth.

And there I see you in the mirror,
Twinkling within my eyes,
As hangover of the dream last night.

I fall in love still again,
When I remember you,
In the morning yet again.

Patience, my dear, is a mature trait,
Greater than just to love, or to hate?
I would rather keep a watch on my gait,
Shall I move on, to ***** more my slate?
Have ye moved on to demonstrate,
Would ye still hold strong to wait?

He was on a training mission down south,
There, his landlady told him to get married.

He hesitantly agreed to flash a matrimonial,
He anyway did so in a local newspaper.

She responded to his call in the newspaper,
She was attracted by his description.

They got married in a minimalist manner,
Saving money for a combined future.

The first demand she had surprised him,
She asked him to maintain a moustache.

With time, when he grew that mouser,
She was impressed with his manliness,

"I've seen denser moustaches,
None looks as elegant as yours."

Then they went to his home in North,
For the honeymoon, they went to Kashmir.

This world is not a place for love at all,
Giving just so many failed love stories,
People just block all love instinctively.

Calling out my name in public just yet,
An action I would not suggest you did,
For it brings us a bad name & ill-fame.

Once both of us have attained the ages,
Believing when I ask you to be patient,
So wait till you are 23 & we can marry.

It's such a beautiful feeling,
In my heart and my mind.
It's not a thought just fleeting,
In my life it's a deep thought.

I want you for my dear life,
Putting all my efforts for you.
I see in you, my future wife,
A trump card I found in you.

Together, we shall win this war,
You just keep loving me, my friend.
Together, we shall make eternal love,
Keep blooming, oh my best friend.

After dusk day by day,
My memory gets better,
But my mood gets worse.

Yesterday was always a sorry day,
Many lessons,
All pointing out at just one thing.

Yes, I must stay alone,
My armada is just one ship strong,
No siblings of my own.

I remember a short golden period,
In the past,
Now it seems crimson within me.

Pitifully, I ask myself,
What to do with a material fortune,
I've none to share it with.

After sun sets in the west,
I control my eye,
Lest any drop escapes it.

Because I know,
Yes I do know that,
Things will get better,
Darkness will go again,
The sun would come out,
Time it might take to shine,
My hair would gray by then.

I know how cells are made
I know how to write genetic code
I know how clones are made
I know about disease-causing defects in the code

I know how to swim
Not just how to swim
I also know how to sing
I even compose music
And I also pluck a guitar string

I play the guitar
I play the flute
I play carrom
I play chess
I write poetry
I write novels

But the best thing I do is survive

I survived against odds when death came calling
I survived when most doctors predicted me dying
I survived 108°F fever when the virus was attacking
I survived that accident and now all I have is living