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Àŧùl Sep 2018
Happy days are here forever to stay,
Always by our side find them we may,
Parting ways is never a thing to say,
Practically we are fitting each day,
Yolk is this of ours, getting prepared.

Best of both worlds are we two,
Imagine a life together with me,
Rid yourself of that negativity,
This space here is only for our love,
Happiness will always come on,
Delayed it may be but surely it comes,
Always remember that I'm here,
You wanted a mother again, I'm here as your lover.

Thanks for sharing your life with me,
Over the decades of my caring, healthier you will be.

Yes, we shall complete each other,
Of phoenixes, you will be a mother,
Up next is just our Love & only Love.

Part ways never with me,
Overcome health issues,
Overcome them with me,
Just absorb all of my love,
And just imagine my Love.
On 15 September 2018, Pooja Shah completed 22 years of age.
My HP Poem #1722
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
No worries about betrayal,
She is so much spiritual,
We are equally loyal.

For now all is very well,
'Coz we decided our fixture,
Needful is the social approval.
My HP Poem #1802
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Gives me pleasure,
Lets me measure,
My Best Friend.

Gives me access,
To secret places,
My Best Friend.

Gives me inspiration,
Wipes off perspiration,
My Hand, My Best Friend.
One of my naughty ruminations.

My HP Poem #1018
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2015
Kind & caring,
Regal & royal,
Inquisitive & interesting,
Playful & loyal,
Indian & global.

Focused on her career,
Or on her love,
Resting not till succeeding.

Dispelling her negatives,
Really loving and meaning,
Organizing her career,
ostalgia waiting for us,
A**s we become closely bonded.
My HP Poem #863
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2018
I never had a best friend in my life till I met you,
All I had were normal friends who were not close,
Or fake lovers.

The most genuine friend I have is none other than you,
I consider it lucky that me as a best friend you chose,
Your love is as scented as a rose.

And I will not ever disappoint you my friend,
I am learning youthful ways from you now,
Of our friendship there lies not at all an end,
They will notice us only getting closer & how.

For you, My Pooh, I write this poem as I am really happy today remembering all the good times that we are spending together.

Yes, I am possessive and selfish when I ask you solely and solemnly for myself,
Not because I am negative, but more so because I am hopeful that our sun will shine,
Your happiness is my main motive as I motivate you to stay strong for yourself,
Not because I will gain something out of it but as you are going to be happy in future.

In you I have seen an Angel,
So helpful and kind you are,
Motherly care for future family,
Now I conclude this post buddy.
My HP Poem #1711
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
My best memories are not with her,
And I will forever remember them,
The reason I built my imagination,
Till my childhood was there to stay,
Enjoying the imaginary car crashes,
Less than an ambition it was never.

How clearly I remember myself,
Often playing with glistening toys,
They were mostly cars and tracks,
When my mind drove 'em like an elf,
Healing my loneliness with their jumps,
Eyes glittering with the picturization,
Ears hearing the imaginary blasts,
Love was simple & objective then,
S**eemed the best life to a kid me.
My Mattel Hotwheels toy car collection used to be the biggest in the city.
I wonder if I still have it in the store room.

My HP Poem #1550
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2019
They exploited our traditions,
Divided us on caste lines,
We never wanted those renditions,
They did the dreadful partitions.

The second one was on the map,
Immediate bloodshed had hap,
People woke up from a nap,
They woke up to a gap.

The repercussions’re not eternal,
Time healed the physical wounds,
They somehow got over with it,
Yeah, we moved on over it.

We can’t forget how Sindh was ours,
How the entire Kashmir was ours,
But that was before they came,
Pouring down the mountains like an evil scourge.
My HP Poem #1764
©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!
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Beautiful so much & she is cheerful,
Her soft & creamy blush is so lovely.
Unto her my attraction is wonderful,
My crush she is a new bubbly crush.
I** will for her be mine I'll be dutiful,
Kind she is so attractive and plush.
And I will be realistic about future.

Fulfilling my duty I will never rush,
United as friends we are going along,
Loving her through the unseen I am,
When I will be successful, I can stand.
Atul is respected by her & it's obvious,
Never promised anything improbable,
I am definitely up for working so hard.

I have found an inspiration for work.

A sunrise is imminent after this night,
Slowly will vanish this darkness,
Surely he has learned in life,
United we stand together.
Redness in your cheeks,
Especially brightens your eyes.

You will never find me gone,
Onto another attraction,
Up above the limits we'll go.

Too much expecting I won't be,
Hunting your freedom I won't be,
Atul will succeed for his parents,
Then you can join him here.

I am glad that you are the inspiration.

Well-versed with life I am now,
In an Indian angel I put my trust,
Linked deeply can be our destinies,
Land of dreams be our destination.

W** I wait for is your beautiful heart,
As for the added benefits I will get,
In my lovely but lonely life I am,
Tthrough crests I have no companion.

Far from grief I am right now,
On the cusp of beauty I relax,
Really I know my final destination.

Youthly are your ways today,
Ostensibly my love for you is seen,
Understandable is your caution.
Bhumika Fulwani, I assure you that I will wait for you.

My HP Poem #1406
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Come on buffalo,
Open your mouth,
Of your oral cavity,
Let us collect some tissue,
And let us collect some saliva too,
And then we test for some trefoils,
Fingers crossed – let the expression be true.

It has got to be there,
We know it for humans,
But of buffaloes, we know not,
Let us perform a preliminary study,
There has not been much research,
There is just a foggy, hazy oversight,
Scientific charm – the expression is positive.

Molecular markers in the electrophoresis unit,
Mixed with a visualising dye – the ETBR,
Yes, they will dance positively as expressed,
Against 400 base pairs expressed are the TFFs,
Tough to master this technique moderately is,
We have to take numerous precautions,
Especially with the poisonous visualising dye.
A poem about my work plans.
We are aiming to isolate the TFFs from buffalo oral cavity this time.

My HP Poem #1416
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
At Par With Others
As I Succeed,
Even Performing Better
Than Them All At Times,
But My Parents Still
Are Sore With Me.

They Still Treat Me
As If I Was A Kid,
Even Controlling Whom
Do I Talk With,
But I'll Succumb To
What I Get.

After All I'm Not
Independent Yet,
I Still Get Food & Water
And Shelter From Them,
To End With It I'd Say
My Chest Isn't Broadened Yet.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
O daddy,
Why are you so Maleficent?
O daddy,
For our health you are Maleficent!

O daddy,
Why so much discipline?
Are we not your children?
O daddy,
Why such strictness?
Why such madness?

O daddy,
Why should now we do it?
O daddy,
Remember that you failed too!

O daddy,
Stop imposing your dreams on us!
Stop being strict with youngsters!
O daddy,
Such mirth we do never deserve!
Such unworthy treatment, why!
Not about my dad though.
Some Indian parents do it.

My HP Poem #1569
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
A drop-dead gorgeous young lady,
With the eyes of an angel she looks,
Her gaze met mine in dark of day,
My thoughts are just like clay,
Getting molded as whatever she may say,
I feel my senses waning off,
For she is My Chloroform.
My HP Poem #1450
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
O Destructive Entity!
You Make Your Presence Felt,
By Being So Destructive,
Globally & Locally.

O Creator Entity!
I Feel Your Presence Everywhere,
In The Trees-The Rain & Seas,
The Calamities & Disease.

O Insecure Entity!
You Make The Mankind Fight,
Against Each Other & You,
Presenting Greed & Death.

O Pestilent Entity!
You Make Me Think,
Wonder about the concepts,
Of Life & Time.

O Detrimental Entity!*
Sorry For Being So Skeptic,
You Or Me Could Do Nothing About,
My Mind & The Thoughts.
http://mysongpoemlyrics.blogspot.in/2012/12/my-concept-of-that-hand-which.html
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2020
She is a fantastic demotivator,
Hungry she leaves me,
Ever so often.
Always she taunts me,
Now in life, I lack a motivator.
I tell her all, looking for approval,
She tells me only of the impossibility.
My HP Poem #1890
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2015
All fallen angels did transform,
Newly formed was that fetus,
It is known as My Father finally,
Rude He is not the slightest bit,
Uplifting my spirits he often is,
Dabbed my rugged body he did,
Doing I now am the least I can,
He to His Son has been Godly,
A**nd I want Him to guide my kids too.
My father's name is Aniruddha Kumar Sharma and he's the best!

My HP Poem #914
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2014
If I catch a deadly fever someday,
I want you to kiss me and,
Keep kissing me on and on,
Let it be as passionate to scare death away,
And let it keep away till we grow older,
Much older and rickety limbed,
To finally kiss each other while ******* life out of each other.

Kiss me till I die, I will reciprocate.
My HP Poem #613
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I play hide & seek with my daughter,
It's my turn to seek her this time,
Sankshaya, my girl, blindfolds me.

As she is scurrying away from me,
It's only her tiny footsteps I hear,
I follow her sounds and follow her.

And suddenly she screams in pain,
I remove my blindfold instantly,
It's imperative to instantly help her.

I see her writhing on the floor in pain,
It's a nightmare for me when I see,
See her dropped down onto the floor.

I take her to the hospital immediately,
I answer as they ask about my wife,
"She recently died battling cancer."

"I am so sorry, don't mind it please,
We will take care of your daughter,"

The doctor assured me so very kindly.

Sometime later,
Coming out of the emergency room,
The doctor says with a serious face,
"We have performed some tests."

These tests are always so very evil,
I enquire that doctor cautiously,
"When the results'll be here?"

"Soon, within the time of a week,"
The doctor said very calmly,
I didn't get more scared.

A week later,
I was holding the report,
A tear rolled down my cheek,
The result shows that the patient has eye cancer.

All hell had broke loose on me!
Inherit it she did from her mom,
The daughter carries the oncogene.

The doctors had it tailor made,
That suggestion to such patients,
Remove the eyes as cancer spreads.

I cautiously confess the truth,
Sankshaya smiles her Angel smile,
'Let's play hide & seek one last time.'

Truth hurts, I know it since long,
But this is the limit!
WHY DID YOU CREATE CANCER?

I just weep silently,
With a resentful heart,
Clutching my daughter.
My HP Poem #1610
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
My days spent with you,
Were sweet like sugar,
I've got memorabilia,
Within my tired heart,
Mind you, I knew no art.

No arts to make you stay,
No skill to prevent you stray,
No heart to love you more.

Good-bye my lover,
All the best forever.
My HP Poem #980
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2017
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I just dreamed of someone as cute.

Crazy & loving to fall for my love,
Amazing it is for me to get her love,
Reading her truthful heart in love,
Exactly the lover I wanted to love.

Another dream it seems temporary,
Boastful we will not be ever here,
Ostensibly she loves me to be near,
Ultimate heartfelt emotions surface,
Targeting my efforts I will be for you.

Your divine heart inside is so cute,
Of forever separation I have fears,
Uncountable heartbreaks scare.....
My HP Poem #1659
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2014
My Dear Lover
In this communication
I tell that I feel the power so
I seek to improve our connection
This connection between our hearts
We must never forget each other
Whatever be our life's weather

My Dear Lover
Hold on tight to myself
Hug me just even tighter so
Higher into the quasi-living state
With your companion & that is me
Take you with me to the heavens
Turning to me in full glamour

My Dear Lover
We'll feel what's love
What it feels like to kiss
What does it feel like to miss
Lustful lovely curves and shapes
Treating my loneliness finally
This happiness feels divine.
My HP Poem #658
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2017
I love You, my dear Princess Pooh,
There can't be anyone as good as You,
We are yet to meet each other,
Months spent together are so few.
My HP Poem #1677
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Because-because-because it is like using crutches even when you are absolutely well and can jump around!!!
No Bluetooth compatibility with devices of other makes renders it alienated in a desert full of better devices.
Not many in-built free-to-use applications exist that can be transferred to or from friends using iPhone only.
I love my Samsung Galaxy Grand and I don't intend to argue with anyone over such comic matters. :D
My HP Poem #310
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2016
I can not ever move on now,
The love I felt for her was wow,
Nothing after her - this is my vow.

Her memories I can not just mow,
This heart is no more a trough,
I put love in it with a plow.

Two flowers used to grow,
The heart is sad & I'm so low,
I kindred them with all the love.
My HP Poem #1039
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2017
You are my destiny, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
Listen to my heartbeat, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
You are my destiny, my love.

Somehow all of a sudden,
I started feeling that I love you.
This is the colour of missed springs,
That has spread like the canopy of life.
O, I looked at you and felt the love.

You are my destiny, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
Listen to my heartbeat, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
You are my destiny, my love.
My HP Poem #1650
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2019
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Demons seem stuck in my nose,
Eerie suffocation haunts me often,
Vile are the consequences,
Irked I am to say the least,
A choking sensation threatens me,
Throttling my breath away,
Even the best medicines won't help,
Day of surgery beckons me.

Nostrils struggle to keep hydrated enough,
Awful is the nasal sound that I make,
Sniffling loud enough all the time,
A snorting man is not so pleasant,
Losing my years, I am, due to it.

Seldom passes a minute I don't snort,
Elephantine this issue becomes,
Putting a bad impression of mine,
Taking care not to let people be friends,
Ultra irritated I am by myself,
Must is an intranasal surgery.
DNS also means Domain Name System but in my case it means a Deviated Nasal System.
I am going for an intranasal surgery early next year.
It will require me to be unconscious by administration of general anæsthesia.
I don't fear the OT.
I have survived worse.
I have survived the worst.
However, funds are an issue for me.
I don't want to bother my parents.

My HP Poem #1779
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2020
I was born a boy,
My deeds are straight,
And manly too.

However, I love a doll,
Her name is Mïŧālī,
And she is so chubby.

A daughter before marriage,
She is so cute and sweet,
Just like a forgotten childhood dream.

Pull her cheeks,
Cuddle her chin,
And kiss her lips.

I want to do it all,
Day in & day out,
Each & every day.
My HP Poem #1896
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I dream of a disciplined life,
And she just wants to be a fun-loving wife.

I dreamt of wedding her,
And she only wanted to be bedding me.

I dreamt of getting married to her,
And that's a nightmare of hers.
My HP Poem #1126
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
My eyesight is weak without eyeglasses...
It further deteriorated after an accident..
The accident failed to affect a part of me.

The part of mine is something awesome.
In the brain it is placed as an intangible..
My vision is the thing which improved...
Vision and eyesight are much different.

My HP Poem #483
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
She, and me!
She's my best friend,
She makes me proud of my destiny.

She rhymes just so cutely with me,
Her name is Mummy,
Mummy, and me!

Here 'me' is Atul Kaushal!
Even phonetically, Mummy rhymes the best with the word me when I, Atul Kaushal, am the one in question.
My HP Poem #450
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Starting from the newest, these are my first fifty followers on Hello Poetry.

1. Hailey L May 5
2. Elizabeth Squires May 4
3. Tim Knight May 3
4. Morgan Hanchulak May 3
5. Vi Snicket May 2
6. Jessica Applegate Apr 30
7. Himanshu Koshe Apr 30
8. Mike Winegar Apr 29
9. Joey Lapiana Apr 29
10. Christopher Munro Apr 29
11. Raffi Kaftajian Apr 26
12. Shari Forman Apr 25
13. Jessica Who Apr 24
14. RedWritingHood Apr 22
15. Adreishka Moonlight Apr 21
16. Rocky G Apr 19
17. Sarina Apr 18
18. John Moffatt Apr 17
19. Izisfat Apr 9
20. Leila Apr 8
21. Marian Apr 5
22. Star Toucher64 Mar 30
23. Michelle Mar 26
24. Kristo Frost Mar 25
25. Ra Mar 20
26. Jacqueline Melissa Woolums Mar 15
27. ennyo Mar 11
28. Ellen Menzies Mar 9
29. Jodi Casavant Mar 8
30. Jillyan Adams Feb 20
31. Hailey Scomet Feb 2
32. Pete Taken Alive Jan 17
33. Md HUDA Jan 6
34. Joshua Ohmer Jan 1
35. Quinn Puwang Dec 30, 2012
36. Rissa Ann Dec 10, 2012
37. Hilda Dec 9, 2012
38. Rena Julleitta Dec 7, 2012
39. Emily Rose Williams Dec 7, 2012
40. Abdosh A Dec 5, 2012
41. Naveena Vijayan Dec 4, 2012
42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012
43. Oliver Delgaram-Nejad Dec 1, 2012
44. Chessnie Lea Nov 27, 2012
45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012
46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012
47. Who Am I Nov 24, 2012
48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012
49. Tomas Nov 21, 2012

I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each.
Thank you all.

First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog.

(-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-)
(-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
Thanks to all,
Thanks Timothy sir for you inspire me to develop my own style of poetry,
Thanks for the introduction to Hello Poetry.
This is not exactly a poem,
Thanks note it is.
My HP Poem #219
E B joined me at Hello Poetry on this day itself.
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2016
For me,
You truly,
Care Sir,
My future,
You wished,
Only bright.

But alas,
It's not,
Thoroughly dark,
Sitting here.

And endeavours,
Not sufficient,
Doomed failure.

Priceless moments,
Indeed wasted,
Eastwards staring,
Caring not,
Efforts wasted,
So sorry.

Because I feel so cheated,
Unforgettable are the marks,
Truly loving makes you prone.

But yes Sire,
I'm only debilitated,
Totally not devastated,
Such pains I'm accustomed to.

Wishing an easier life,
Is not for me at all,
Losing myself,
Long I have been.

So hear in night's ears,
I will rise once again.
This one is for Professor GitacharYa VedaLa
I am so sorry, Sirji.

But I promise,
My potential is only debilitated,
I am not defeated.

I'll rise again.

With love and power of life immortal.

I am in bits and pieces,
But bits will shine.

My HP Poem #1035
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Her height is perfect,
An expression of beauty.
When standing up she is *****,
She's perfectly 5'3.714".
She's the Φ of my life,
Her height is almost 1.618 metres.
Only mathematicians will get it.
My HP Poem #1805
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I want to be happier with you lifelong,
No I won't be satiated ever without you.

I love you with all my heart and mind,
No one can ever & ever substitute you.

I get something new about us each day,
We only get mature every passing gray.

I aspire to be rich enough to buy a ring,
We then unite closer than diamond in it.

I promise you nothing at all but sincerity,
You just need to call me out if life is hard.

I wish more certainty in all my promises,
You would be more close to me than ever.

I tame this dream as a vision & desire,
Just please assume your rightful place.
My HP Poem #514
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
You Are My Guide
And My Parents
Are My Guides Too.

You, Her & Him
Just Are Three
Of My Five Guides.

I Learn Daily
The From World
About My Own Life.

Other Guides Are
TiMe And Me
Completing My Five Guides.

The Five Guides
Show Me Light
On The Path I Myself Chose.

Others Are Dependable
Guides In The Tree
Of Life That Gets Taller & Taller.

I Seldom Water
The Tree I Own
But It Shows The Parasitic Growth.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2013
It's been months since I played it,
The guitars have my exams in their way,
They miss me at Karnal just as I miss them here at Rohtak.

The strings crave to be played - to be touched by me,
It's high time that I played it so the tuning must be long lost,
The hollow & the pickups feel lonelier in my memory without me & strings missing my touch.

I must hold them in my hands and write musical notes with them,
I will make the strings my pallet & strum them in rhythm while I sing,
I will apologize to my guitars for having ignored them knowingly.
Both of my guitars are properly packed in their covers. But still both of them - the acoustic and the electric guitars - might have gathered dust. And so the title is justified.

I have a third guitar as well which I no longer play.

My 500th poem is dedicated to the she who I love to play guitar for, my guitars themselves and my parents who are wondering when I am next going to oblige the guitars by at least tuning them.

My HP Poem #500
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
O Junior!
You're So Happy,
It Emanates To Me.

O Little One!
You Make Me Smile,
It Comes To Me.

O Cute One!
You Treat My Pain,
It Eases To Me.
Dedicated to the little one Kripi Mehra
http://hellopoetry.com/-kripi-mehra/
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I thought that all my pains will go,
That was my selfish motive in love.

I never foresaw my health worsening,
Now my head aches more, sweetly, though.

I have her bouncing in my memories,
May be on my pure love she was bouncing.

I should have coated my love for protection,
Lest she entered a period of parturition.

I wanted to sacrifice myself more for her,
Less for myself in the game of love.

I never wanted her to turn rougue,
For I had sworn my loyalty to her.

I know not where this vertigo will take me,
Everything shakes so violently in my head.
HP Poem #1205
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2014
My heart was a solitary hawk,
Brave but lonely it used to stay,
It flew high in sunny sky of May,
Hopeful it'd only have hovered,
Dream was damaged but alive.
The company it got was voiceless.
But yes, it was still alive.

Then I met you,
Together we flew,
Love then grew.

I met the truth,
When I met you,
Yes, I love you.
The hawk's solitary nature was then overcome with solidarity.
My HP Poem #691
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
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.
Immature people are fickle hearted.
Others are mature & dedicated.
The immature call us wrong.
HP Poem #1236
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Those who leave they never come back,
But their memories never leave me alone.

My heart is a temple, my heart is a temple,
Where love is worshipped, that home of a lover is my heart.

Each one of my heartbeats is a hymn to her,
I just need to shut my eyelids and she's here,
Death can erase my existence in her life, not my memories.

I submit the wreath of her memories in my heart,
And light the lamps of my tears,
Every breath calls out her name from the abode of love.
My HP Poem #1493
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2019
My heart is beating,
My heart is beating,
What is it beating???

Just your name,
Enriched with love,
Warm, sensual, positive.

My heart is weeping,
My heart is weeping,
Why is it weeping???

Just your name,
In your memories,
Young, hopeful, happy.

My heart is smiling,
My heart is smiling,
Why is it smiling???

Just so blissful,
In all your thoughts,
Youthful, peppy, beautiful.

My heart is fearing,
My heart is fearing,
What is it fearing???

Just the distance,
Between both of us,
Gaping, blanking, scaring.

You are my last chance,
I shall never move on,
And you know that...
My HP Poem #1757
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2021
A long and lonely life
Where I stand alone
After everyone's demise
‛Coz I don't want to
Live alone after they die
And I can't think about
Cremating my beautiful wife
My HP Poem #1904
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Idol worshipping is alien to my mindset,
I have still found her - my feminine idol,
Someone who I love and respect as well.
She is the mother of God who I'd honour,
Not just 'til I live but even after my death,
Girl of my dream she's the girl of my life.
Someone who I let eradicate my tension,
I am lucky to have her enticed to my life,
Idol of my dreams is materialized in her.
I wait till she fills the void in my real life.
My HP Poem #585
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Seeking my ideal match,
I'm often greeted with a rude reality,
There isn't one.

In this crowded world,
I was made to accept singleton state,
'Coz the gender ratio ain't equal.

Living alone demands a lot,
A lot of strength from a guy,
And that guy has to be strong.

Incidentally, that guy is me.
My HP Poem #1005
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Neither Bland,
Nor Akshant,
Not any other name.
Love me,
Or hate me,
But for I'm Atul.
The Incomparable.
Atul means Incomparable.
Kaushal means Skill.
So I am Incomparable Skill.
My HP Poem #1371
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
I never had a best friend in my life till I met you,
All I had were normal friends who were not close.
The most genuine friend I have is none other than you,
I consider it lucky that me as a best friend you chose.

Now I won't ever disappoint you, my friend,
I am learning youthful ways from you now,
Of our friendship there lies not at all an end,
They will notice us only getting closer & how.

For you, I write this poem as I am really happy today remembering all the good times that we have been spending together.

Yes I am possessive and selfish when I ask you solely for myself,
Not because I am negative, but because I am hopeful that our sun will shine,
Your happiness is my main motive as I motivate you to study for yourself,
Not because I will gain something out of it but as you are going to be happy in future.

In you I have seen an Angel,
So helpful and kind you are,
Motherly care for future patients,
Now I conclude this post buddy.
My HP Poem #820
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2020
Love...
My first true lover,
Indian Sänāŧänī beauty,
True like Đévī Kāmākhyā,
Actually in love with me forever,
Loving me like we are immortals,
Immortalized in our loving memories.
My HP Poem #1870
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2020
You shine on my horizon,
Like a nascent rainbow,
After the shower of invisible tears.

To your wrist, I want to hold on,
May I never see you go,
Now that my love towers.

Mares & studs run amok,
In my mind, they so do,
And they sprint around in circles.

Enthused by the falling droplets,
Even peacocks dance,
In my mind, I am all smiles.

The beautiful aura of yours,
I see it with inner eyes,
That of a Đévī it closely resembles.

In your eyes, I see a infantile glint,
Not many get it, darling,
You are my first baby girl.

All the beauty in my world,
Now shines 'cause of you, and
I try to summate it in written word.
My HP Poem #1851
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
There are many such poems composed by you which I admire and love.

I respect you as a gifted human being in my life.

You have a great identity for me and you really rock my life.

Thanks for being the way you've been around for all these days in my mind buddy and for all the quality time spent with each other.

I have found you on the phone and over the Internet anytime I was feeling really lonely.

I can only keep wondering what auspicious moment was it that you were written in my destiny and merely smile to answer it.

I know that you are wondering what makes me blabber such cute stuff about us, but you know that you should also try harder to get what you want from your career.

In the end, I reassure you that I am and I will be around for you forever and ever.
Not a poem actually, but it seems really worthwhile sharing this.

My HP Poem #463
©Atul Kaushal
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