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Àŧùl Oct 2024
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.
My HP Poem #2004
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2019
I looked at you, babe,
Only to dream about it,
Oh! I experienced it.

In the dream that I was having,
I was happily skiing,
Skiing down the valley.

Down the smooth bathykolpian valley,
I dreamt that I was falling freely.
I went around the navel to *** down under.
My HP Poem #1732
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I woke up
In the Morning,
Startled,
By the Mourning.

I quickly got outta mah bed,
Wore my slippers & darted,
Only to witness the dread,
My neighbor was going to be dead.

He had suffered an attack,
In the lawn while he was mowing,
He sat there on the mower at first moaning,
Little later nothing but lifeless he appeared taken aback.

Then I opened my eyes with a start,
Only to stare at the ceiling,
I went out & made sure,
It was my nightmare with closed eyes.

Nobody was dead in reality,
I looked into my eyes while brushing,
First I grinned at myself through the froth,
And I lightly hit my own head from the forth.

Then I was made to think about,
My own Dad as he has gotten old too,
He was bad only during time he had lost it,
He's my Dad & was my Nurse along with Mom.

I went to my parents' room & found them gone,
Morning had started and they had tasks for their own,
My dad was mowing our lawn winked and smiled at me,
This was just one of the nightmares I saw with my open eyes,
Nursing was when I was at my worst health condition, 42% disabled I still continue to recover.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
Poets spend their nights here,
Everyone is unique here,
Often we write here.

Trust is on the increase,
As these provide windows,
Right to our hearts as poems.
My HP Poem #544
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
It is brought to Hello Poetry confederation's notice,
That I am dearly missing my dearest poetess friend.

Anyone and everyone that blesses her in their minds,
I tell them all thanks for blessing her for her career..

And I want to tell her that I am always here for her,
If she feels lonely or helpless then I'll illuminate it...
Yes my friend, I'm always here for you and you just have to keep the advice that I supply you with in your mind and use it.

My HP Poem #435
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Just
Don't
Qu
it**

And it has encouraged me,
Even my parents tell me so,
Just as my compelling spirit.
My HP Poem #1628
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Foxy natured creature,
An untamable animal,
Kumiho has nine tails.
A Kumiho is a Korean folklore animal of Chinese influence.
Depictions of it look really beautiful.

My HP Poem #1512
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2018
Loving you I discovered myself,
Loving you I've attained Nirvaṇa.
Loving you I've defined my Karma,
Loving you I've adopted my Dharma,
Loving you I've found my identity,
Loving you I've moulded my life,
Loving you I've known myself.

Loving you is my sole mission,
Loving you is my only passion,
Loving you is my raging fashion,
Loving you is my loyalty creation,
Loving you is my full regression,
Loving you is my lonely lotion,
Loving you is my fuller ration.

Loving you never was a regret,
Loving you I have recounted it all,
Loving you is a thing I always knew.
This one is for you, my darling best friend Pooh Bear, like all other poems of mine.

Regression: Past life regression, recounting one's previous birth.

My HP Poem #1693
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I am confident,
As you are my confidant.
Take this cue,
As you want to avoid the queue.
I am your dear,
As you seem like a sweet deer to me.
Take this beer,
As you will find me a wild bear jumping.
I am an imminent success,
As you will see my poems are all immanent.
I would be an eminent person for sure,
As you will see my persona develop and shine.
Written for you-know-who because it's you! ;-)
My HP Poem #273
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
I Love It Here Online,
On HelloPoetry;
I Love It Here Online -
Which Is The Virtual World Here.

I See No Other Faces,
In An Entire Day;
I See No Other Faces -
Except My Parents & Our Maid..

Now That My Bachelor's Done ,
My College Is Over;
Now That My Bachelor's Done -
I'm Holed Up Alone Here...
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
You ask me a question
You ask it with a lot of hope
Whether that smile is of acceptance
Acceptance of your love
I say
No dear
It's not an acceptance smile
But it's just a smile
Filled with guilt & fear
It's a reminder of hers
I can be okay with it
But in a not so short time
My HP Poem #1596
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
I really have no idea,
No hint about who lost more,
But I surely lost my dear.
My HP Poem #1561
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Only

Jatt!
Jatt's are a community based in Punjab, India.
P.S.: I'm not a Jatt, just a fan of the dialogue by macho actor Sunny Deol in Bollywood films.
My HP Poem #169
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Not a happy write is this one,
She has just killed the lover in me.
Someone else I will be never again,
Loved as Atul I will be once again.
Surely not loved by Mystery,
But a deserving girl will love me.

Yesterday I did talk to Mystery,
She was busy winning a debate.
Well she won it very well,
Because she did debate alone.
She did a favour to me,
As now I know what she is.

I definitely do not love her any longer.
My HP Poem #1449
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Hitherto I've been victimised,
My love has been plagiarised,
Claimed by men generalised.
I have loved her,
And lost her too.
Like I've in the past,
With other lovers.

I am a Nomadic Lover,
I know not what it is to be loved,
By young ladies I have only been cheated.
My HP Poem #1481
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2017
I* know of a Nomad people there.

They would even marry kids,
About 8 year olds I refer to here,
Lay them in the desert sand,
Kill them they would every night.

Alas, a new creed was started,
Bet they do for camel derbies,
Often they Halal their necks,
Up they drink camel blood,
Totally exploiting their women.

Them we fear the most,
How shameless they are,
End their hatred will never.

My indication is towards them,
Unintelligible who have become,
Slim are their famished girls,
Listening is the entrapped Shiva,
I know that He'll be finally free,
Many still repeat the enchantments,
So dumb they circumambulate anti-clockwise.

An effigy of Ravaņa is afire annually,
None of his descendants is brave,
Demean they the Hindus therefore.

Them the world fears on this day,
Harmony is harmed by them,
Escaping them is not possible,
I mean that they are everywhere,
Regal they think that they all are.

Originating in Hinduism,
Road to heaven they have lost,
I too got visions from heaven,
Go to the mausoleum & break it,
Ignore what the world says,
No followers of Maha Maada,
S**he was a demon princess originally.
My HP Poem #1648
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Know it that people don't like me single,
Right in my eyes they look for you.
In a lonely life I yearn for you,
Please tell me my crime,
I** want to know the real reason you left.
My HP Poem #1505
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I've identified you, my love...
You end of my search of love,
Why I couldn't find you I fail,
To understand completely...

But it was perhaps because...
I hadn't read your thoughts,
Your poems seemed so sweet...
I could love none other than my poetess.
My HP Poem #153 For My Dear Little Poetess
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2016
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.
First step towards one world would be the allowance for passport-free movement.

My HP Poem #1103
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Of having loved you,
Won't ever regret it,
Because you my dear are the sweetest.

Your fabulous words in the super-sweet voice,
Touch not just my eardrums & the auditory lobe,
But they also ring sonorously well in my heart,
Especially when you say those three words,

*I love you!
My HP Poem #242
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Northern part of my India,
It is worse when it is cold.

Far worse in winters,
Than in summers.

Many people freeze to death.
My HP Poem #1591
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2021
Jihadis have no souls.
They are not humans.
I categorize them under ghouls.
They are enemies of all life.
No soldier should regret killing a Jihadi of any age.
My HP Poem #1913
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
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."
I'm sure that people must've felt like telling this to some lecturers too, because I've really felt so!
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I don't fear them,
No, it's not them at all.
They're so pretty to be afraid of,
Yes, I fear calculus.
Incidentally my poem #100,
I'm unsure if they'd call it arithmophobia...
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
As I know her from the longest time,
I know that under external influence,
She did all the stuff she did not wish.

As she is not interested in me anymore,
I thank her for being my inspiration,
She was indeed a truly youthful lover..

As with all good things so with her love,
I could not monitor her for 24 hours,
She listened to God knows whomsoever.

All I infer from the relation's demise,
Is that she listened to the negative people,
So closely spread in her surroundings.

All I can wish for her advising party,
Is that they may suffer the same fate,
So similar to mine their outcome be.
HP Poem #1212
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
I* have only been thinking every minute about her.

Lisping its way through her is our daughter,
Often she doubled as my dolly,
Very much I used to care for her,
Enjoy with me she did all the time.

Best of all she helped me move on,
Helped me realise my real worth,
Until time ends I shall love her,
Money-minded she was not,
If at all, she is real-minded,
Kingly she makes me feel,
A**s she herself is the queen.
Moving on constructively.
As she made me realize that there's a lot more to life than just love.
Leaving behind all delimiters.

My HP Poem #1378
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2015
We are the ideal friends,
Our relation knows no ends.
Yes there can be many bends,
But we will always make mends.
A new arrangement.
We do love each other but we are just friends forever.

My HP Poem #927
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2015
Nothing can do us apart except your own ego.
My HP Poem #869
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Do not fear a long & hot sunny day,
Neither in June month, nor in May,
When the going gets tougher to say,
Here I stand by your side boosting,
Find me in your own morale rising,
Up in daytime and in the evening...
My HP Poem #573
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Initially,
Her thought was a positive one,
And my memory sharpened,
So much that I still remember,
The first time she doublecrossed,
So like kids I had wept for her,
And an older friend Madhur,
His shoulder was my tear pillow.

Madhur had said, "If she made you cry now, how can she be your fabled truest lover, your soulmate?"

I remember how she had argued,
That I never cared enough for her,
But all my time was just for herself,
I so resent her for ever forgetting it,
How she revised her 10th with me,
I gifted her self-belief back then,
I know now she silences me.

I remember how I fixed a deal,
We sold the Bengaluru property,
For it our family had flown there,
But I remember how she was misled,
2013 was marred by an old terror,
My old phobia of getting ditched,
She forgot I got it sold for her.

2014 was a bit happier for me,
But I had wrongfully let her be,
I gave her immature self the key,
That key to my utmost happiness,
To behave like that I was foolish,
She was happy having my time,
Did I ever look at another girl?

I remember when my dad was ill,
He was admitted to the hospital,
In '15 winters it was exam time,
She had 'gain swayed off of me,
Young girl presented a Catch-22,
Choose from my thirst or thy dad,
I chose dedicatedly serving my dad.

I still try to woo her back in vain,
For I know she is a bullet astray,
Shot into the period by her age,
Social bounds are now a cage,
Like a Catty she pounces upon,
She surfs upon an internet tide,
And thinks that she is up to date.

Now I feel so tired of trying,
But I will try once again,
I will go to her house,
Once more I will go,
My course ends soon,
Now I just have to gain,
For there is nothing to lose.

Even our newer bigger home,
In Karnal comes to completion,
Opportunities are many in here,
Researching life I am indulged in,
Now is the time for me to watch,
Plan, act & watch the outcome,
I see joy is 'round the corner.

My happiness is in my own hand,
The pursuit of it is not so bland,
It is the most full of challenge,
No time to lose in indulgence,
It's now when I must perform,
The pursuit approaches an end,
My joy is in making destiny bend.
My HP Poem #1587
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
You must've seen my angel somewhere,
In the evening or afternoon, or
In the day or night.
Please help me find her,
Now you don't negate,
Help me out.

Any help will be well appreciated.
;-) :-P :-D
Àŧùl Jul 2016
I might not seem to move on,
I might not be wanting her gone,
But definitely, I don't want her back.

I don't need a nymphomaniac,
I don't need a cheap cheat back,
For definitely, she's gonna cheat.
My HP Poem #1096
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
An old hag, I tell ya,
She read my palm,
And revealed it.

That only momentary pleasures,
Were written in my destiny,
Of varying measures.

I agree to some extent,
Only torment is permanent,
As pleasures are just temporary.

Lost within myself they often get,
Like a delightful chocolate bar,
Akin to one from a beer bar.

Dissatisfied with every happiness,
Half filled with unspilled tears,
The other half of lost years.
My HP Poem #1545
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I am 24 years old,
Call myself experienced,
Oh,
But so novice at loving.

And now I hold no wish at loving.
My HP Poem #742
©Atul Kaushal
Now
Àŧùl Jan 2020
Now
You must read my novel. I don't make any money from the hard-copy sales. It's the lowest possible price that I fixed for it. I did so because I want people to read it and take home the goodness hidden in its story.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1520680961
Don't give negative comments here. It's not spam. It's an ambitious suggestion.
Àŧùl Dec 2020
You are indifferent to my words,
Loving you is my brand-new verse,
I confess your ignorance hurts.

Thanks for your love,
But your material gifts I don't seek,
Of love and romance I reek.

Hold me tight,
You claim to love me, right,
Show it not by gifts.

Give me your love,
Give me your time,
For me, your love is behove,
Now it's high time, be mine.
My HP Poem #1901
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
That you are growing up,
That you are not just a girl any more,
That you need different newer type of clothes.

You are becoming a beautiful young woman,
You will see that she is more strict,
You must remain polite.

For she loves you inside,
For she was a girl too just like you,
For she knows today's times aren't safe enough.

She wants to keep your young womanhood safe,
She will impose more restrictions,
She will want your safety.

You would wonder that why I tell you this stuff,
You will realize as the time elapses,
You'll always be protected.

Today it's your life's test,
Today how well you treat your mom,
Today is paid-off tomorrow by the Fruit of Karma.
Treat her well.
You will be happier.
She will be happier.
She will trust you.
Believe me.
My HP Poem #315
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
My want was not even her,
My want is just dear love,
From a lovely peaceful dove.
My need was not to have care,
My need is to be loved truly,
From the sweetest life partner.
My wish was not the fakest egoistic girl,
My wish is a good mature young love,
From someone who deserves all my love.
My desire was never a **** girl,
My desire is a long-term love,
From the lady most trustworthy.
My hunger was not a ******,
My hunger was the truth,
From that angel most surreal.
HP Poem #1206
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Now she has gathered herself in this medical stream,
Which was chosen by her out of keenly interested steam.

I used to prepare some biology notes for her in the beginning,
But now I seldom conduce her, yes she has gathered herself.
And baby do tell me if you want my help any day.
My HP Poem #258
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I** am so tired of just dispensing love.

Now I'm selfish as I look for another dove,
Except for my parents, none loves me back,
End of my days approaches nearer now,
Doomsday for my poetic and musical life.

Losing someone because of my horoscope,
Over with the fake love I must get again,
Vanguard for my existence her love will be,
Especially for me, she will take every pain.
Another 2º acrostic poem.
My HP Poem #1354
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Ever & anon I think about her,
I talk to her sooner or later in the day.
She inspires me while not physically being,
Now & again I feel like I see the world in her being.
I imagine her talking to me in her sweet voice,
Now & Then - Kabhi-Kabhi.
You know that this one's for you little one
:-)
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
And I really need to meet you in the physical realm after the spending of these many wonderful moments in your love roaming all over the city only with your thoughts on my mind day & night, dark & bright.

Because at least as many poems have been typed as many have been thought just for you and because of you in love & care, on land & air.

You might never know how exactly I feel for you.
My HP Poem #372
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
You accuse me of unfaithfulness,
I was at least as faithful as God,
That's when I don't exaggerate.

You can not describe yourself,
I know what you've been like,
That's what's called unfaithful.
My HP Poem #1353
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
Enter Zeus disguised as Amphitryon

O Alcmene!
O Most Beautiful!
So Comes The Victorious,
Your Eyes Like Aphrodite's,
Tell Me A Story Of Longing And,
These Relieve Me Of My Tiresome State,
As I Avenged Your Brothers From The Enemies.


Enter Alcmene

O Amphitryon!
O Most Strengthy!
Here Comes The Victorious,
You Fulfiled My Hearty Wish,
I Longed For Your Masculine Body And,
These Strong Arms I Longed For In My Lonesome State,
As Today You Avenged My Brothers From The Treacherous Enemies.


Enter Zeus disguised as Amphitryon and Alcmene as herself

O My Love!
O My Winner!
Today I Enter Your Citadel,
My Battering Ram Head Craves.
Aaahh... My Winner It Feels So Great,
To Have My Citadel Breached By Your Ram Head.
As Zeus Reaches ****** After 3 Days, *Hercules Is Born.
Olympian Mythology Inspired Poem
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
Commit it,
If loving me is an act of treason.
I love you,
And I want to rest in your prison.
Your heart,
May it reflect all of my emotion.
Your lap,
I will rest my head with devotion.
Your hair,
They would obfuscate my vision.
This love,
It will shine brighter than the sun.
Just 'coz,
True love is a two-way phenomenon.
My HP Poem #2017
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
To that time I dedicate this rhyme,
I was a little fatty but was happy,
As by chance I had her romance.

Now I am almost underweight,
I don't mind having lost weight,
Moving on I do not have to wait.
My HP Poem #1642
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
Really,
'Twas exciting,
How I planned her birthday,
And along with her other friends I did that,
To surprise her the next day,
'Twas exciting,
Really.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

We were all colleagues and batchmates,
Teaching underprivileged kids,
Those kids at Swapan,
Yes it was,
Exciting to teach 'em,
We felt responsible & fulfilled,
I even felt that she was the one for me.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

We trained our students to sing a song,
Of course the birthday song,
They were happy,
I was too,
For her, that was,
Her girl friends tasked me,
So, I brought a birthday cake for her.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
My HP Poem #2013
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
Your friends readied the kids,
In the boys hostel mess.
The day happier than ever,
I felt proud of myself.

Then I took your hand,
And guided you inside.
You were totally unprepared,
But we had trained the kids.

The canteen was filled with us,
The volunteers and the kids.
The onlookers joined the chorus,
In the Happy Birthday words.

Do you remember what the kids sang?
Why won't you, Satyaa, why won't you?
You might remember me, oh dear,
You were my old flame, and I was for you.

I said, "Here you go, dear,
This surprise we prepared,
Just for you, oh, just for you."
And your eyes teemed with tears.

You looked at me in gratitude,
But I was truthful as I told you,
"Your girl friends surprised you,
I just brought the cake, dear."

"Sakshi suggested this surprise,
Your girl friends prepared the kids,
Enjoy your birthday, Satyaa, enjoy it,"
You were speechless, completely in love.
A poem inspired by my novel 7 Seconds: Bhaarat Against Terror.
A novel inspired metaphorically by my own life.

My HP Poem #2014
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Ah, in my opinion and in general Indian opinion, love and *** are irrelated. I'm nearly 23 and I'm in love and I'm proudly a young man with preserved chastity. Gender has lost its place in the active vocabulary and the word for ****** *******, "***", has replaced it widely.

People around the globe have simply forgotten that the real meaning of love is not ***, but instead of this, *** is one of the many expressions of love.

Love is when you get the feeling of being a friend and a family member of a person you are not naturally related to and the person is from the "opposite" gender irrespective of how the system tries to make sense of same-gender love by going great lengths for despising the truth.

As for the homosexual people, it's high time for them to accept the rules of nature as those are and stop doing what they are. They should mingle equally well with the people from opposite gender and find or wait for somebody who matches their thinking about wiser things.

Virginity, or more appropriately put, chastity of a person is defined as the situation of being totally inexperienced at having had any ****** activity. It is a treasure trove of humanity, and is not just a physical state but even a psychological state. This treasure must be shown to and shared only with one person from opposite gender when one is ready for exercising the activities of ****** *******.

If a person, a female in particular, is ***** and their chastity is snatched away by force, or conversely, they lose it to some physical injury resulting from sports, and their mind is still untouched by the notion of *******, they must not to be treated as someone who has been having ****** *******, and wilfully so.
This is not a religious discourse or a spiritual one, the reader is free to read and share this article. This was a simplified sensible article about the topics mentioned in the title.

Paxity Galore,
Atul Kaushal

Dated: The 17th of October, 1542 IST, 2013 AD.
Àŧùl Aug 2016
You had said you'll stand by my side,
May my life be a calm sea or a harsh tide,
I counted that forever you would announce,
Thought not a break-up you would pronounce,
And now I wait, oh baby, I wait only for you,
Even if these colours of life turn so blue,
Oh, baby, I love you, and you only!

You will see a different side of the ship I sail in my life,
Come, be upset no longer than a good couple of years,
I have a few problems but I will overcome this strife,
Come, I'll be your Krishna and play this gleeful fife,
Slowly my career will shine and so will my life!!

How incomplete is my life at this moment,
Come, ascend to my life's queen's throne,
Your divine presence is much awaited!
Come and complete my jigsaw.

My HP Poem #1114
©Atul Kaushal
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