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1.9k · Nov 2019
The Ephemeral Joy
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Massage it,
Shake it,
Think about her.
Massage it more,
Shake it till you blast,
Experience the ephermal joy.
Avoid premarital pregnancy.
My HP Poem #1796
©Atul Kaushal
1.9k · May 2013
How You Creep Up My Veins!
Àŧùl May 2013
As you study zoology further you will come to relearn that veins bring blood back to the lungs,
Across the kingdom animalia & a few others including Aves & Reptilia, Mammalia & Chordata,
From lungs the re-oxygenated blood is re-pumped around the body by our rhythmic heartbeats.

In my body it's a bit different I guess, yes it's different!

Your name has crept up my veins and I just feel your Kreepy name sounding with every heartbeat.

:)
My HP Poem #241
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Everybody knows of Istanbul in Turkey,
This poem will only lay some light on it,
Through the history & mankind's irony.

Istanbul was settled as a Greek colonial city,
'Twas named Byzantium after a Greek king,
And the Old Greek king's name was Byzas.

The Romans under Constantine won over it,
Now it was their turn to rename the city,
After the emperor as Constantinople.

The great Turks captured it in 1453 AD lastly,
The fabulous fortress was renamed yet again,
The present name Istanbul descended in 1923.
What an admirable city!
Be it the Greek Byzantium,
The Roman Constantinople,
The Turkish capital Istanbul;
The city stands witness to rising & diminishing powers and also to humanity's greatest complex - the insecurity complex!
Everyone wants to leave behind some mark to be remembered, be it a city's name!
*******
A narrative historical poem for a change.
My HP Poem #387
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Oct 2019
Oh Dolly
Àŧùl Oct 2019
A Finn-Dorset clone,
Now not the alone.

Born on 5 July in 1996,
She died on Valentine's Day in 2003.

The celebrity sheep she died at the age of six,
Produced not from the common ovine ***.

Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer created her, read on.

Named after Dolly Parton,
'Coz of her admired *****.

Somatic cells were taken from a sheep's udders,
Extracted not without the sheep's jitters.

This sheep was the donor.

However, these cells were enucleated,
And the enucleated nucleus was handled.

Injected it was into a Finn-Dorset's embryo,
Oh yes, the embryo was without a nucleus.

This sheep was the recipient.

Without a folly, born was Dolly,
Resemble she did the donor.

Not only in its visible phenotype
But also in its invisible genotype.

Differ she did but only in her mitochondrial DNA.

Her birth did open a new portal,
Now pet lovers get their pets cloned.
A poem about something I am probably going to work on for the next three years for my PhD in Animal Biotechnology.

My HP Poem #1777
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Apr 2015
Your Memoirs
Àŧùl Apr 2015
You have imprinted all your memories here,
And now you do not have to at all fear.

You just tell me what and I will not just hear,
With all my soul I will always strive to listen.

You look beautiful in the night lamp dear,
For all the beads of your sweat will glisten.

You look gorgeous with those pearls there,
From your forehead they all are descended.

You appear youthful with those curls there,
Around your ears they all are so nicely coiled.

You appear deadly with those curvy eyes,
Lucky me I'll cherish their charms for lifelong.

You look fabulous with your lips quivering,
Even in my dreams I have not been luckier.
Posted first on https://www.facebook.com/KripiAtul

My HP Poem #838
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Apr 2015
The Entrance Exam
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Went So Fine
It imparts hope & positivity.
1.8k · Feb 2015
Committed Collaboration
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Together we embrace each other in the bed,
Rhythmic motion starts between us.

I touch the soft contours of your body,
Relishing its everlasting youth.

We soon get our rhythm intensified,
At the brink of a ****** till eternity it feels.

**We feel that rhythm divine

The smooth everlasting youth gives us a magical kiss

And the ****** thanks us for being together
Normal is Drona and bold is Kripi.
Our first committed collaboration.
Many more to follow in the following 6-7 decades.

My HP Poem #789
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Whether it's her pose of Attention!
Or it is the pretty pose of her smiling,
Relaxed and casual and friendly informal,
I'm to see her polite face in each of the photos,
Innocence radiating from her young face,
She is an innocent Aphrodite smiling,
Waiting for her devotee patiently!
Her devotee in love here is none other than myself.

I imagined her with many faces; 'an innocent Aphrodite' is just one of those many moods and thereby according to me, 'an innocent Aphrodite' stands explained for.

She's even the cute Cupid's feminine version who struck me with her arrow.

My HP Poem #459
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Nov 2017
Poetry|Shaayari
Àŧùl Nov 2017
If I am in love with you, my lover,
And if they call it a sin in my account,
Let them hang me from the gallows,
I shall readily dissolve in your love.

है 'गर मुझे प्यार जो तुझसे, मेरी आशिक़ी,
और कहते वो इसे हैं इक गुनाह,
तो मुझे फ़ाँसी चढ़ा दें शौक से,
हो जाऊँ मैं तेरे इश्क़ में फ़ना।

Hai 'gar mujhe pyaar jo tujhse, meri Aashiqui,
Aur kehte wo use hain ik gunaah,
To mujhe faansi par chadha dein showk se,
** jaaun main tere ishq mein fanaa.
My HP Poem #1681
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Sep 2014
I Hate Plagiarism
Àŧùl Sep 2014
I came to know more about myself.
Even I do dislike things to the extent of hating them.
Yes I hate thieves who steal either materialistic things or immaterial stuff.
Firstly I hate thieves of music,
Then I hate thieves of identity,
Thirdly I hate thieves of poetry,
Of course I hate thieves of art,
Lastly I hate thieves of all kind.

Now there's a duo of music thieves in the Indian subcontinent.
One steals music and the other sings the songs on stolen music.
The singer rose to fame by stealing few wonderful songs from a music band's first album.
I hate them both.
I dislike such people who listen to them and I can't be with them.
Call me crazy, but that's me.
Not a poem.
I love the conqueror (not thief) of my heart.
1.8k · Jun 2014
Left Right
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Since I've loved you dear,
Brain underwent change,
To a sentimental piece of junk,
With two halves constituting it,
All brains have two 1/2s,
And my brain is strange.

There's nothing right in the left half of my brain,
And there's nothing left in the right half of my brain,
Yes, ever since me having loved you my lovely dear.
My HP Poem #639
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Feb 2013
Symmetry Gone to Cemetery
Àŧùl Feb 2013
There were 111 likes for my photo,
Symmetry was there in it till now.
You further liked it making it 112,
Symmetry has Gone to Cemetery!
I have since deactivated my facebook account.
(See https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10200107411390408&set;=a.1660503554814.2084865.1303924323 for better connecting to this poem)
© Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Jan 2016
A Perfect Murder
Àŧùl Jan 2016
How neatly you slash a cut across the target's neck proves your lethality.

And perfection comes with practice.

Just ditch a ****** fool and no blood needed be spilled every time you do.

And the best thing about it is that you remain ****** innocent.
My HP Poem #984
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Oct 2014
I Gladly Complied
Àŧùl Oct 2014
I reached home to be greeted by her brilliant Punjabi smile,
Her smile wasn't made up or forced, but it was a spontaneous one,
She was genuinely surprised to see me in reality and so was I.

She guided me to her room where I rested my bag after the journey,
Her face also carried a childish pure mischievous look in her brown eyes,
I then gladly complied when she came close to me for a lip lock.
My HP Poem #682
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Jan 2016
Few New Lamps
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Few new lamps I have,
Some are richly coloured,
Others are simply plain.

In the dark they are alight,
Sweet aroma is in all their hues,
Each of them softly glows.

The old ones which I had,
All had gone so dimmed & a bit bad,
Now I smile looking at them.
My HP Poem #950
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
She should be sexier than my dreams,
Even more so should she be supportive,
Not selfish at all she should ideally be.

She should be kinder than even me,
Even more so should she be cooperative,
Unimaginably beautiful she would be.

She better be the inspiration I need,
Even for my poetry apart from my life,
Converting my blues to brighter hues.

She should have in beautiful pairs,
Even both of her eyes along with hands,
Untamable be her spirit in the night.

She should have her arms slender,
Even her waist should be such a ******,
Above or under it will never matter.

She should learn awesome cooking,
Even singing will my mother be teaching,
Only that she has to be willing to learn.

She will have my company all the time,
Even dessert will be present in the bedroom,
Only I will love the two of her softies,
And she can grab my golf *****,
As my pole goes in and out of her hole.
HP Poem #1232
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
As I break free from chains,
I attain freedom in this birth.
Minimizing rebirth probability,
I am feeling blessed all the time.
Freedom from the tangles of time,
I must correctly take some time off.
Happily enjoying my purest love life,
I escape from the tight and stiff rules,
Undermining rules of a hostile society.

I am truly in love.
My HP Poem #559
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Dec 2012
Eating Us Alive!
Àŧùl Dec 2012
This Cleverly Clawed Society,
These Painted Persuasive People,
With Their Apparently Sweet Talks,
They're All Eating Us Alive!

This Hyper Humane Society,
These Perpetually Punishing People,
With Their Evidently Sugary Eyes,
They're All Feasting Us Alive!!

This Sweetly Sociable Society,
These Poorly Pigmented People,
With Their Heavily Sharpened Teeth,
They're All Gorging Us Alive!!!
My HP Poem #22
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
They tell lies,
Not caring what the product may be,
Whatsoever the others may get hurt,
They do not care the least about me,
At least the one who was expected to did never care about me.
Such a loser is shamelessly writing these words.
Just 30 more poems to go before I take a long, long break to study dedicatedly for my entrance exam.

My HP Poem #747
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Jan 2016
I Am A Blessed Man
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I found my love yet again,
In the beautiful garden.

Among fragrant flowers,
Beyond the thorny bush.

I cannot ever forget her,
Moving on is impossible.

Let her be stone-hearted,
I can not change it now.

I feel that I will be alone,
Like dead resting in grave.
My HP Poem #977
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Apr 2015
Success
Àŧùl Apr 2015
For me it is rooted in my personal life,
Continues itself in our sweet relationship,
It immortalizes in our mutual feelings.
My HP Poem #843
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Jan 2016
Rediscovery
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Baby, I miss your smiles,
I love my laughter even more.

Baby, I miss your voice,
I enjoy my silence even more.

Baby, I miss your eyes,
I nourish my health even more.

Baby, I miss your heart,
I listen to my heartbeats even more.

Baby, I miss losing myself in you,
But yes, I have found myself again.
My HP Poem #961
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Come here to the rotating restaurant, my dear,
Let me take you to the Tokyo tower top floor,
You just be my Japanese doll.
Let me love you left, right & centre.
Just take care while you respond,
As you are the pretty doll,
You're gonna take my heart away.
My HP Poem #1358
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Jan 2016
PCR
Àŧùl Jan 2016
PCR
Polymerase Chain Reaction
Police Control Room
I need to learn the first one,
And its various types.
Ah, the second one can help me get my heart back.
My HP Poem #949
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
This eerie silence make me hear tinnitus,
My own brain buzzes noisily as always...

The saddening grief & the aggrieved sad,
Both terms are mine and am myself so..

There beats a heart of mine in her chest,
Seated in her ribcage between the *******.

I might be able to smile someday again,
And the smile be creditable to satisfaction..

The silence scares me & is so deafening,
Beeps continuously the tinnitus within...
HP Poem #1321
©Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Apr 2013
My Ω-Birthdays
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I was born twice, yes I was born & reborn.
Born once on December the 23rd in the year 1990,
And I was born again on May the 7th in the year 2010.

I was born twice, quite unusual, but really true it is.
On December the 23rd in the year 1990 it was biological,
And I survived the accident on May the 7th in the year 2010.

So now you get how I'm a man of Ω-Birthdays, don't you,
Unluckily I fought and brought myself back to this world,
And I am so lonely now, it would've been peaceful if I died.

All of the world who had once been friends with me hates me,
Unlucky enough for me to keep losing real-world friends,
And I hate myself for being such a weird personality.

All the happiness is lost somewhere in this world,
Not unusual for me to lose happiness frequently,
And I must give into this arrangement and suffer.

All my suffering is on behalf of this indifferent world,
Time & Karma distribute sufferings uniformly here,
And I take the problems on myself as I can stand them all.

All the happiness in my account was just temporary,
Let me suffer all of yours problems today whosoever reads this,
And I guarantee you happiness replete when you read this to a grimace.
My HP Poem #198
© Atul Kaushal
1.8k · Apr 2013
Repeating
Àŧùl Apr 2013
The left hemisphere of my brain,
-Yes the very one I feel for you from-
Keeps on repeating just a phrase,
-3 words and 10 characters & spaces-
Don't you know what phrase it is?
-Okay I will re-re-re-re-re-re-repeat it-
For the umpteenth time I say it,
-I lost count with the passage of time-
But as it is for you I must repeat it,
-My Lovely Little One, *I Love You-
And I'm never gonna lose you gal
My HP Poem #199
© Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Apr 2015
The Milestone - A Repost
Àŧùl Apr 2015
I crossed another milestone,
I grossed 340k 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,
All the things will be fine and,
We will marry 6 years later.
And you all are invited in advance.
☆★☆★☆
♡♥♡♥♡
An old poem modified just a bit.
My HP Poem #831
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Jan 2016
Ditch
Àŧùl Jan 2016
A long, narrow & deep crevice
Is called a ditch.

Abandoning a man on the way,
Is also called to ditch.

All differences lie in the source,
Second one is done by a *****.
My HP Poem #987
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Feb 2016
I Look For A Diamond
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Don't mistake me for a common man
Not a usual materialistic person I am.

But I'll be the wealthiest man alive
When the gem with me I will have.

I look for a diamond immaterial
In a woman with a crystal heart.

A heart that beats for herself
Pumps truest love for myself.

Love she so kindly imparts
I hold onto it for ramparts.

From this world a respite
Alone I'm always so quiet.

Beautifully alone it beats
A saga it always repeats.
My HP Poem #1015
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Feb 2017
Kalashnikov 47
Àŧùl Feb 2017
My name is Atul Kaushal.
Atul has 4 characters,
While Kaushal has 7.
This was the reason,
The reason to dub me AK47.
My HP Poem #1447
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Jan 2015
A Few More Nights
Àŧùl Jan 2015
A few more nights must pass by,
Some more torment I will endure,
Until when I ask looking up in the sky,
Until I die came the answer from within.

But till then, I'll help humanity,
I would help mother nature,
I will help my parents,
I must help myself.
My HP Poem #750
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Nov 2016
Guru
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I was her unauthorised teacher,
She got bored of my teachings.
I just had the best advice for her,
She thought so too but initially.
Later on, she made mistakes,
Suffered losses, heavy losses.
She blamed me for half-hearted efforts.
Gurupurab (Guru Poorņima) in India.

Full moon day.

A day in Sikhism branch of Hinduism when teachers are paid respect.

HP Poem #1255
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Nov 2016
Shaayad|Maybe
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Shaayad mar chuka hai Bhagwan,
Tabhi to zameer bikte hain yahan.

Maybe God is decaying and is stale,
This is why consciences are on sale.
An Urdu|Hindi couplet and its translation.
An intended pun on the rampant corruption.
Probably God is dead and so there's limitless corruption.

HP Poem #1274
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Aug 2014
I Want To Tell You A Fantasy
Àŧùl Aug 2014
Where's that girl,
Sweetheart of mine,
Young poetess of Amritsar,
The very same who trusts me,
Yes she loves me for lifelong,
She won't ever forget my love,
I won't forget that to her I belong,
She won't forget it either, or will she?
She won't ever forget, that I am hers,
I won't myself or let her let it slip,
She panics about future a lot,
Yes night-out will be rainy,
This night won't be alone,
Youthfully we will share it,
So close it seems I say,
Was it yesterday?

She will ask me when,
I'll tell her with a smile,
'Back at that time when you were doubtful,'
I'll just be hugging her,
She will blush purple.
My loving fantasy for you my love

My HP Poem #662
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Dec 2012
What I Forgot
Àŧùl Dec 2012
What I Forgot...

I Can't Actually Recall That,
But I'd Again Try To Pull It Outta My Hat.

I Barely Remember It,
But A Smile Comes To My Face,
Whenever I Get Any Faint Hint.

Her Face Flashes In Memory,
As I Try To Recall Her Face,
In My Moments Of Loneliness,
Of Inexplicable Emptiness.

Her Sweet Voice Rings In My Ears,
As I Get Bored By Stuff,
In The While I Pass Through Clears,
Of The Forests Feeling Lonely,
Trying To Divert My Mind & Attention.

The More I Try To Hate Her,
The Less I Succeed.
The More I Try To Erase Her,
The Less I Succeed.
The More I Try To Forget Her,
The Less I Succeed.

As I Get Along With The Void She Created,
I Realize Her Value - Miss Her More.
Any Other Cuter Girls Whom I've Dated,
I Can't Find Her Exact Successor.
And As I Spend My Days In Solitude,
I Long Again To Kiss Her,
I Wish She'd Know That I Miss Her.

I Forgot How To Get Along,
People Often Translate Me Wrong.
I Forgot How To Actually Smile,
I Find The Society Standing At A Mile.
I Forgot How To Be Happy Alone,
Not That I've Never Been That Way Before.
I Forgot How To Properly Kiss A Girl,
Was It By The Lips Straight Or Given A Twirl.

What I Didn't Forget Is To Write,
And To Read.
I Didn't Forget To Go To The Burial Site,
And To Lament.
What I Should Keep In Mind Is The Reality,
And Focus On It.
I Shouldn't Repent Over The Breakup's Gravity,
And Overcome It.
I Should Abandon This Surly Look On My Rigid Face.

A Small Smile Comes To My Lips,
As I Put Away Her Memory Forcibly.
She Sure Is A Beautiful Memory,
A Memory I Love To Revisit All The Days.
Though This Isn't The Life,
The Accompaniment I Desired.
I Still Don't Try In This Existence,
To Find A Replacement.
I Still Love Her I Feel,
Oh! Forget It - I Escape.
My HP Poem #21
© Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Oct 2021
Feel Free
Àŧùl Oct 2021
Today, I feel free,
Free to love you,
Yes, I do feel so...

Today, I feel possessed,
Possessed by you,
Yes, I am so...

Today, I feel happy,
Happy to be with you,
Yes, I want you only so...

Today, I feel obsessed,
Obsessed with your love,
Yes, I am totally obsessed...

Today, I feel closer to you,
I am closer to your lips,
Yes, I hold your hips...

Today, I feel lifted up,
Up until the dark sky,
Yes, you are my light.

Today, I feel entangled,
Entangled in your slivers,
Yes, you are the biggest star.
My HP Poem #1948
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Feb 2014
Dear You Can
Àŧùl Feb 2014
If you put some effort wholeheartedly,
Focus your mind more on your studies,
Yes, this means you have to be serious.

Today's sacrifice wouldn't go fruitless,
It'd surely help you indirectly someday,
Yes, you would get paid for hardwork.

Don't ever feel lonely in your life dear,
When you feel alone in this long journey,
Yes, I am always find me by your side.
Read this poem and by heart it. So that whenever you find the going getting tough, least I could do is be present in your heart.

My HP Poem #530
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Jan 2016
Patience & Perseverance
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I'll make a career,
I'll make a living,
I'll make a life.

Then I'll have you closer,
I'll have you listening,
I'll have you as my wife.

But,
If you're happy with someone else,
Then I'd just wish you much more,
Health, contentment & happiness.
My HP Poem #996
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Jan 2016
Yes I Have Moved On
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Thanks for ditching me,
And showing your reality.

Your real face isn't special,
Just like others you are.

Your love was only an illusion,
I am so sorry for expecting from you.
My HP Poem #955
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Sep 2018
Oh Love
Àŧùl Sep 2018
Won't you drain all my griefs away?
My HP Poem #1716
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Mar 2015
I Don't Know
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Why does it happen to me?
Did the accident also give me a brain tumor?
The most common symptoms of brain tumors include headaches; numbness or tingling in the arms or legs; seizures, memory problems; mood and personality changes; balance and walking problems; nausea and vomiting; changes in speech, vision, or hearing.
I have all except seizures and nausea & vomiting.
I am already on Sodium Valproate and Valproic Acid controlled release tablets which are given to brain tumour patients as well.
My psychiatrist was so scared while asking my dad the last time we went for checkup, "Did he have seizures or vomiting?"

But I am not scared, I know that stuff can only get better for me. I have had enough of misfortune.
Just felt that I needed to share my thoughts.
1.7k · Jan 2017
Licking Your Feet
Àŧùl Jan 2017
He licked the sole of your feet,

And you were holding his fleet,

While he did that,

How he then sat,

You will know your dog's fleet!
My first attempt at a limerick poem.

A limerick is a humorous poem consisting of five lines. The first, second, and fifth lines must have seven to ten syllables while rhyming and having the same verbal rhythm. The third and fourth lines only have to have five to seven syllables and have to rhyme with each other and have the same rhythm.

Fleet means naughtiness as well.

My HP Poem #1382
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Jun 2014
The Song Of Your Loverboy
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Allow yourself my darling,
To take my hand gleefully,
As we dance while skating,
Watch each other lovingly,
Immersed in love we gaze,
Never forgetting to breathe,
Skates piercing through ice,
Oh the heart shaped carving,
It becomes more pronounced,
And we know it will fade away.

But this love we'll feel together,
Always, forever & forevermore,
You just long for my embrace,
Trust me dear because so do I,
I am you & even you are me,
Staying rigidly in each other,
Because it is but of course we,
Both these worlds are warned,
We are not going to stay apart,
We break all the societal walls.
My HP Poem #646
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · May 2015
Angel Forever?
Àŧùl May 2015
Seeing me anxious more than a lot,
The old witch relented a little,
She let me breathe freely,
Back transformed into her daughter,
She touched my forehead,
Then I realized it was sweaty,
Seeing her lovely care I smiled a bit.

So she now lit up a fragrant incense,
The incense seemed so soothing,
She then edged closer to me,
Transcendental wings were visible,
She came even closer to me,
Then the wings simply vanished,
So traceless as if never been there.

It must have been another illusion,
The very day I had set sail to sea,
It was probably carrying over,
Troubling me each non and then,
In my wild dreams I had seen,
True she could not be & was not,
In my life the torment was written.

Soon I was pleading to her teary-eyed,
"Please don't torment me, it hurts!"
She looked at me with affection,
And said, "But I truly love you, sailor,"
She advanced forwards further,
"Have you forgotten all those nights?
Did you even forget the night at sea?"


I first remembered that night at sea,
The night back at home came next,
I had been seduced by her magic,
This was the real picture every time,
I was weak but I still felt warmer,
The night ship feels like yesterday,
I was in confusion about what to do.

Her face was transitioning rapidly,
The old mother to her daughter,
Her daughter to that very angel,
And back to the old mother witch,
Her smile turned into laughter,
The witch laughing at my cries,
Her face here was contorted a lot.

She seemed to be struggling a lot,
As though fight ensued within,
Soon I figured it out by myself,
First I must **** the witch to help,
So I looked around & grabbed,
Axe that I did spot lying there,
Spot on I killed the witch right then.
Witch killed, Angel released.

https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #859
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2013
The Time For Humanity To Mature Has Not & Would Never Come. Read on - be intrigued.

Now that I believe for a long time after I attained the age of 22 years on 23rd December, 2012.

Many of the spiritual literature pieces are just contradictory to themselves, why would HE let the occurence of any trouble then and hold only the other end of a jittery life helping us cross to the other end safe & fine?

If you would excuse this question saying "HE can never be questioned and HE alone is the destructor & the creator," then it's just a desperate excuse which you hold to considering theism as flawless & unquestionable, me & any similar people as psychos, or perhaps losers.

I don't discourage theism nor do I encourage anybody to share similar thoughts as mine, but I myself don't encourage idling over the concept of the special spiritual unseen power. I agree that some phenomena like love, kindness, greed, lust & hatred can't ever just be scientifically explained in total completeness by just citing some natural laws of nature or physics. But then again why do we often indispensably need that imaginary hand above our heads for protection or more than often have to spend money in praise of the imaginary hand above our heads?


Any mention about theists' escapist nature would be countered by their many statements of the following kind:

o Us theists, we don't escape problems, we just gather courage when we have identified a problem in our lives by remembering the imaginary hand above our heads sheltering us from all troubles and then tackle the problem with enough strength.

o Theism does neither lack anything divinity nor does it lack even anything evil, both of them are manmade concepts, the world was created as a perfect place for the existence of human race.

o Instead of just leaving us all alone in this troublesome world, He has sent few of His men and we can blindly follow them to resolve our own specific troubles with solutions ideated around age-old books written by great men and we don't need anybody to question our faith wherever it is.
Now please don't utter such curses as "You'll only be deep-fried in hot oil when you die!"
:D
© Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Sep 2016
Never You Betray
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Forever loyal you should stay,
Never should you betray.

For the pleasure is momentary,
Not is the same for everybody.

From the heart of this man here,
New poems in her praise emanate.
HP Poem #1147
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Nov 2013
A Conscience Full Of Trust
Àŧùl Nov 2013
You will be greeted by me always with a conscience full of trust.
There will be me standing at the end of the dark tunnel holding a lantern full of rust.
You won't be disappointed with a meeting full of just lust.

This relation is more of a godly religion to me and as I think of it proudly puffed is my bust.
My devotion to my goddess is such that it will never be betrayed and never leave the must..

So mellow and so soft is our relation beneath its divine and strong crust...
My HP Poem #487
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Jun 2016
The Divine Conspiracy
Àŧùl Jun 2016
The ancient men,
They were insecure,
Insecure about power,
They did not take it,
The rule of mom.

After they forgot the source womb,
They made all attempts to defame,
Belittling every aspect of women,
I am ashamed of how they became,
Because in the end it is we men.
It's an untold open conspiracy.
My HP Poem #1084
©Atul Kaushal
1.7k · Sep 2019
Mother Genius
Àŧùl Sep 2019

Just what science required,
Enticed by bioengineering,
Nucleotides it concerned,
Nucleosides it can fix,
Increasing the methods,
For editing genome,
Errors in the genes it fixes,
Righting some wrongs of mother nature.

Decoded by a wonderful lady,
On a day of helplessness,
Utilizing this tool we are now,
Debted by science and technology,
Neat-handed through practice we become,
Always we shall utilize CRISPR-Cas9 for good.

Few people notice that DNA is the suffix of her name.
A poem about something I am working on right now.

Jennifer Anne Doudna and Emmanuelle Marie Charpentier innovated CRISPR-Cas9.

My HP Poem #1770
©Atul Kaushal
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