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Àŧùl Apr 2015
People click it with friends and family,
You alone are enough for your pictures,
Nobody else poses so beautifully,
All are so very gorgeous your snaps.
A poem for a cute photo of hers.

:-)

My HP Poem #832
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine yourself with me in the mountains,
Imagine peaceful tranquility away from plains,
Imagine nights full of love and forget pains.

We travel through the mountainous terrain,
We see just colder snow everywhere & no rain,
We go through snow mounted on our horse.

Our horse starts panting as it smells water,
Our wounds tingle with pain & ask for rest too,
Our stomachs demand food too as it seems.

Your elegant eyes see a dark house close-by,
Your now wearying voice tells me to stop over,
Your royal desire is an order for me to obey.

I also agree as we must treat our injuries,
I dismount the horse first to experience pain,
I do offer a hand to you for dismounting.

You are here in this ancient wooden house,
You rest upon the ancient creaky barrel chair,
You look at me with the cute eyes of yours.

I ask you if you needed something soothing,
I am told by you to come and stay by your side,
I come while sensing this cold bothering us.

Your voice quivered from the terrible cold,
Your hands do crave for fresh air of the cabin,
Your mind tells you to remove your gloves.

I looked at you with my questioning eyes,
I am asked by you regarding the same thing,
I agree with you & remove my gloves too.

You come & hold my hands - feel the heat,
You have your hands as frigid as snow & ice,
You sigh with a smile as you feel relieved.

This smile meant much more than relief,
This meant that you want bit more warmth,
This makes me smile back at you kindly.

Imagine us admiring each other happily,
Imagine listening to your own voice inside,
Imagine the snow dust pouring outside...
The cold body of yours quivers by my touch,
The heat of my body is better felt sans clothes,
The gold dust of your body is also imminent.

Love you forever and ever my dearest friend,
Love is how we live and feel for each other always,
Love has a meaning bigger than *******.

Note: By gold dust here I mean the glistening sweat on your body.

My HP Poem #490
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Softness of her nervous slim hands,
Ostensibly glad meeting me she was.

For so many happy days yet to come,
Again not letting differences pop-up,
Rosy blush dropping in her cheeks.

Yes that makes her look even cuter,
Exceptionally cute she is so beautiful,
Tomorrow our baby will be even cuter.

Ship of combined life we sail in together,
On time we'll make it to the destination.

Casting bright shadows of ours we tread,
Looping circle of happiness we rejoice,
Of our feelings we are worshippers,
Setting the same destination from different roads,
E**arning trust, respect, love, sensuality & care as we go on.
Kripi & Droṇa's 2nd committed collaboration, 1st Acrostic committed collaboration.

Ostensibly: Visibly, Clearly

My HP Poem #811
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Finally known Myself;
I am a soldier of time,
Only the conquest of life,
Aboard the ship to Hell.

Finally known the World;
They all aren't players,
Only the cargo here,
Aboard the ship to Hell..

Finally known You;
You weren't the Angel,
Only a mirage of one,
Aboard the ship to Hell...

For I'm one among the few;
Who struggle this way,
Only the best ones survive,
Aboard the ship to Hell....

Because the World is preferential;
To winners & not strugglers,
Only the winners'd thrive,
Aboard the ship to Hell.....

And You were just like them all;
To me gave a sweet deception,
Only to leave me alone here,
Aboard the ship to Hell......

But in the end all of the World joins me;
To the trip of time in the ship to hell,
Only after serving their sentence,
Aboard the ship to Hell.......
It is my humble request to all staunch theists not to read this poem seriously, I don't intend to debate over any spiritual issues as I wouldn't change my stand ever.
Àŧùl May 2021
The bonfire is lit warm,
It is comfortable as a quilt.

We look at the photos,
Inside of our wallets.

The parents, the wife and kids,
Probably for the last time we kiss.

Tomorrow is the final battle,
We make a treatise with death.

Either she takes the novice boys,
Or let us send them to her.
My HP Poem #1928
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
Someday I'll finally graduate,
This tiring time will be over,
Yes it will be over finally.

Someday I'll own a 4-bedroom,
This house will then be gone,
Yes it will be comfortable.

Someday I'll hold your hand,
This shiny ring will be on it,
Yes it will be the wedding.
Someday sooner I'll be closer to you,
This cute smile in the head will be on your face,
Yes, I will see you smiling live in front of me.

My HP Poem #391
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2016
How I watched them ruin their marriage,
And of course my childhood was lost in soliloquy.
I talked to myself more than others - they found it normal,
And I still continue that habit - nobody cares.
Now I watched myself fail again, again and yet again,
None can even imagine - let alone sensing my pain.
My HP Poem #1013
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2013
If you fear God or Bhagwaan (Bhagwaan in Hindu dharma||God in Christianity),
You have your concepts all mixed up,
Love the power which created the big bang and has been in dormancy ever since.
Just love it, become friends with it and you'll be victorious - all will be victorious.
Victorious doesn't necessarily mean successful, this is something much bigger and lies beyond the scope of the constriction which money is a harbringer of.
P.S.: I'm neither a theist, nor an atheist person
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
'Atul, who do you keep in mind while writing romantic poems?'

I was about to say your name,
But then I stopped the voice from escaping.
Because this love is not a game,
I just said my name & felt I said your name.

I have been with you for a lifetime it seems,
But it has only been a small game.
Because this has been our exclusive fantasy,
I just want these poems to sustain.

Whenever I say, 'I love you,'
You complement, 'I love you too!'
My HP Poem #402
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Someone as you must come to me,
And my dark life will finally shine,
Naughty just like you she should be,
Day in and day out I will love you,
You and me should be together.

In this life and forever be it so,
See I will the world from her eyes.

You are my dream girl,
Our story is being scripted,
Up above the world so high,
Red roses on the sweet couch.

Nexus of us both,
Indeed is very divine,
Cheesy is our love's texture,
Kinky is this relation,
New is the breeze,
Amazing is my destiny,
My love comes as a bonus,
E**njoy your life, darling.
My HP Poem #1570
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I have felt that love twice as yet,
And I only suffered breakups till now.

I have only loved them purely & true,
And they have disregarded it all.
My HP Poem #1348
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2016
And forever.
May you be lucky enough to find
Such a man alive
Who says and maintains that.
Will you always reflect his love
Someone broken he might be
Will you be wise enough to love him
Staying always and forever?
My HP Poem #1019
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I always tell you that I love you,
I am short of words while saying so,
I have taken the unspoken pledge of love,
I won't ever get separated from you,
I assure you that until the end...

I find myself crazy for our love,
I find yourself crazy in my love too,
I hear your voice when you don't speak,
I really think that we're going good,
I can just barely guide myself...

I hope that someday will come,
I will look at our pictures together,
I would take you away to a sweet place,
I will take care of your smiles and,
I will not let your eyes be wet...
My HP Poem #465
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Darling, there are few facts that you
must know as a student of science,
And there are many more that you
must know as a cute human being.

There are three bearing mango trees
& one guava tree outside our home,
The guava tree is infested with the
parasitic growth of a sacred fig tree.

After many years' from today
the "Bargad" tree will grow out,
Ousting the guava tree it will finally
be free but it won't forget guava tree.

It will always feel having been parented by the guava tree, and so it might actually become a hybrid of both the trees and so a love child hybrid tree would ultimately give shade and fruits to people in the future generation.

So should the ideal love of a human being be inspired towards everyone including the ones who they love and fellow human beings - selfless and pure.
A bargad tree is called sacred fig in English

My HP Poem #640
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Shattered with her departure,
I feel no more enthusiastic,
The reinnervated poet,
Inside me died.
My HP Poem #999
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
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.
Loneliness fangs.
My HP Poem #1574
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
It's only sometimes that I wish something,
Well, really.

Sometimes I wish that she had never come,
Other times, I wish that I had never gone.
Sometimes I wish that my fantasies come true,
Other times, I wish that I wasn't made to rue.

Sometimes I wish that I would get who I deserve,
Other times, I wish that I don't get my heart broken.
Sometimes I wish that me a succubus may attack,
Other times, I wish that I don't get tired of my hand.

But then I get visions of past forgotten in the wee hours,
Well, really.

And it ain't really a pretty memory,
She was meaty & soft but not loving.
I know that I didn't intend to relive it,
Not with her and of that, I am definite.
I now often get such nightmares of my life before the accident.
Surely, I won't be getting it if I was not so alone emotionally.
HP Poem #1180
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2021
I wanna reach somewhere else,
For I do not belong here,
Listen to the silence of my panic.

I scream at the top of my voice,
Still, no one listens there,
Maybe I'm an alien here by choice.

I need a panacea for my ills,
A cure for my SADness,
Maybe then I won't get chills.

******-Affective Disorder,
Its SADness destroys me,
Maybe I lack love in my life.

I really need a loving wife,
Who values me enough,
Maybe such a Naari is imaginary.

I am very hopeless in life,
SAD, but not suicidal,
Maybe I have a bigger destiny.

I carry the burden of my past,
Still, I need some love,
Maybe happiness seeks me too.

I am unaware of a true lover,
Who can love me more,
Maybe she exists only in my desires.

I hear that everybody deserves joy,
But I don't know why, but
Maybe my Karma is a bad accountant.
My HP Poem #1923
©Atul Kaushal

Naari is a Hindi synonym for woman.
Àŧùl Mar 2017
I had her as a dear friend.
I wanted her to be my life,
Wanted her to be my wife.
It did not work in the end,
I want to play a happy fife.
It failed no matter what I send,
I had my love, now not even a friend.
My HP Poem #1459
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2012
But this isn't a love letter! :-D

I met you by chance,
It's kind of a dance.
Amidst your couplets & my poetry,
I feel elated & relieved.
The difficulty in remembering your name,
Wasn't much given your scent.
The ease in remembering your face,
Was as much as looking at the mirror.
A friend like no other you are,
Who knows which Goddess you are.
You've come to me like a dream,
A dream I'd like to linger bit more.

Who knows how longer we would be,
But as long as friends we are, would be.
This is not possible going solo,
You'd have to accompany me.
But this is not at all a love-letter! :-P

Now comes this poem's end,
I hope you ignored its rhyming.
Talkative eyes tell a poem,
Yes none but you were on my mind.
But this is not at all a love-letter! ;-)
P.S.: It still isn't a love letter!
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Painted these words on a canvas after painting the multicolour primer coat.

But the canvas got damaged and had to be disposed off.
My HP Poem #1
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2014
Innocence is personified in herself,
Her angelic beauty belies humanity,
Because she is younger than myself.

Innocent is the love of hers so true,
How hearts are gifted trusting love,
Belong to each other so much truly..

Innocence be preserved for a time,
Here is a cute angelic youthful self,
Because a cute heart is now mine...
My HP Poem #621
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 5
Sorrow is the song
Heart is the holster
Grief is the gun
Listen to my melody
Oh youthful murderer
Forget what's right
Forgive what's wrong

For you I long
Fallacy is the killer
Hot is the sun
Life is a comedy
Oh my upset lover
Today's the night
'Morrow's lifelong.

I wish you a happy day,
Which is your birthday,
In advance, in advance,
I hope together we dance,
You in my caring arms,
And I in your deep eyes,
Give in to my charming way.
My HP Poem #2045
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2024
I forgot what I forgot,
So, I've moved on,
And happily so.

Was it someone's jibe,
Taken at me sadistically,
Or was it something else?

Sorry, I forgot,
I forgot that again,
But it's perfectly fine.
My HP Poem #1986
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
A* girl who is hoping to be with me,
Theming all her poetry around me,
Unable I am to reflect her feelings,
Lose I did myself in my past lover.

Love her I did that bit too much,
Of her decisions I was an abider,
Vainly are all the sacrifices I made,
Except only when unavoidable,
Did I ever ignore her? I did not.

Killed me she with her love and deceit,
Remain just the memories of her,
I let my mind linger in past,
Pleasured I am by her memories,
I just cannot once again take chances.

And I will just live with her memories,
Not that I consider myself so worse,
Desist I will from marriage all my life.

I am so scared of loving anyone else,
Slowly I watch my days running out.

Now I will never be uncertain,
Of course I would be sans fear,
What scares me would be past.

Scientist I want to become for real,
Concentrate I will more on career,
And her memories won't plague,
Romance I will with myself more,
Elephantine will be my happiness,
Dress rehearsals I do for success.

Old memories will not haunt me,
Finally I'll be one with happiness.

Last desire of my heart,
Of course won't be fullfilled,
Very sure because I am lonely,
E**njoy I'll this eternal loneliness.
I am sorry Kalpana, I can't ever move on.
Neither with you nor anyone else.

My HP Poem #1586
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
So what if we are incompatible,
I will still breathe in your company,
After a maximum period of 5 years.
My strong love for you,
And your strong liking for me,
Are not much different.
I love you,
As if you are my equal,
And my opposite;
I love you as if
You are my mother,
And my child.
My HP Poem #1611
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
Oh my dear Darling!!!
It's a special day today,
Another year old they say,
If you asked me I'd say,
A very happy birthday!

This is your day divine!!!
It's one year more for you,
Another year passed by you,
If I wish on your day to you,
Another year awaits you!

I'll come two years later!!!
It'll be really awesome then,
Another year'll then be waiting,
If I had the privilege to come,
Another happy year awaits!

I again confess my love to you,
It's really funny but I do love you,
Another year is there for me & you,
If I blessed all the ages upon you,
Another couple of years to wait!

It'll be much intimate at that time,
It must be a relation of previous life,
It must be like this relation we share,
It must be - more sweet than sugar,
Another poem will be written daily.
Today on 23rd September, it's my best friend Kripi's birthday and this is another poem and a suggestion based on my experience for her.
And as I couldn't make a plan of visiting her city materialize, this poem is an attempt to make her smile. :-)
This is your lucky birthday buddy!
Smile and enjoy!
Relax & rejoice!
Keep smiling inside your heart.
Study well.
We will meet in the end as we are true and as you are destiny's sun shining through for me.
By the way.......
Your age = 16 = 1 + 6 = 7!
My HP Poem #430 (4+3+0=7!)
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
So irksome they are,
Reading preposterous ****** words.

You've won a million,
In lottery you didn't even participate.

I do not care about them ever at all,
So foolish they are.

Spam-bin is more full than the inbox,
So pointless they are.

Funny only up to a limit they are,
So irksome they are.

If any spammer reads this, please excuse me of such irritable spam mails 'coz I DON'T read them.
Save yourself some time in doing good to yourself & the needy instead of spamming false stories & tall claims.
My HP Poem #203
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Andre Andre Andale Ariba!

So do my fingers slide up,
And they slide down my guitar neck,
Getting hurt is imminent.

These guitar licks will hurt sweetly.
My HP Poem #1002
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
There was sound of the door chime
It was not like I saw her for the first time

But the breeze that breezed through her hair that day
Was making them look as though birds would fly away

That look on her face with the sun shining behind her
Left me just gazing and admiring the beauty, speechless
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
She came like springtide,
She left me enticed.
What secret she used to hide,
In her heart deep inside.

She was beautiful per se,
But her eyes were deceptive.
She was beautiful per se,
But her eyes were deceptive.
Her lappet she used to hide,
She came like springtide,
She left me enticed.

Tell me oh my heartbeats,
Oh my heartbeats.
Tell me this much oh my heartbeats,
Who was she that showed me dreams,
The one that came like springtide,
But left me longing and enticed.
My HP Poem #1579
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2020
They dictate our lives,
How they are in space,
Exactly when we are born.

How they are in space,
Or the constellations,
When an individual is born.
My HP Poem #1887
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2014
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So just read this losers before you comment any further.
Just a self-assertive post. Not a poem. This is a slap onto all of their faces who use the 'F-word' so lavishly as if they had learnt to speak that word earlier than "Papa" or "Mama".

Let's see if the creators of Hello Poetry read this post.
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I know that you can not love me,
I do not want you back anyhow,
Neither as a dear lover as you were,
Nor merely as a buddy as you wish,
You know that I can not hate you,
You can not have my love again,
Neither as dear friends as we were,
Nor merely as a contact as I'd wish.

So here is the last advice for you,
For you are a kid forever for me,
You have no liability to befriend,
Most people you meet are fakers,
You are the most innocent child,
For I have never known a cuter,
So have I never known a softer.
HP Poem #1146
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Even if you are not talking to me,
The thread connecting our hearts stays,
And that way we stay connected.

Even if you do not feel the love any longer,
Your memories make me feel happier,
And that way we stay connected.

Many-a-times I have felt your pain,
Both in your past and the present,
And that way we stay connected.

I have always prayed to GOD,
For your pain to be transferred,
And that way we stay connected.

No, I do not regret my words,
Perhaps they were the most suited,
And that way we stay connected.

You resent me for my words,
Even I resent you for your actions,
And that way we stay connected.

As this year ends I confess it,
We will be united as one in future,
And that way we stay connected.
Not for K, she had lost me.
And I would not return to her.
It's for a mythical perfect match.

My HP Poem #1359
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Sulking back grinding my teeth is useless
Taking out my ire on boneheaded people is ridiculous
Asking the world to stop using the 'F-word' is pointless as well
Yelling at the top of my voice against the vice is not worthy either
Involving not in policing activities without being authorized
Not caring for you jealous people is best in these circumstances
Gunning them down is impossible any day anyway

Lowly words are your virtue commonly crude language people
Ostentatious skills of yours are no use against the new born rage
W*inning your hearts over is better than whining over your malpractice of teaching your kids the *F-word earlier than either Papa or Mama.
Phew...
Feeling great today..
Will not delete my account as I got just few message from an idiot who insisted that I quit HP & many more who told me that they love my work.
I will just turn a blind eye to all the 'F-words'.
So to the idiots I have to say, "Keep the F-words for your parents and future children, jerks."

My HP Poem #641
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2017
Pal, you are from Mumbai,
Of course that's not false,
On the way back take care,
Just stay safe my darling,
Again it reminded of 2005.

Seeing you healthy is divine,
Take your health to the next level,
Aim 100% health today along me,
You're better if you are healthy.

Some desires for life remain,
A** desire is my parents' health,
Final desire is your wellness,
Effect it will have on our kid's health.

And my emotional strength too,
Note my dear request to you,
Divine is this feeling of love.

Sifts through my mind's crevices,
Only your safety day and night,
Until we see our grandchild,
Not just its birth but even its life,
Dear, you gotta stay healthy for it.
My best friend Pooja Shah is from Mumbai which is a city always at one peril or the another.

I want to wish safety for Pooja Shah and all the other Mumbaikars.

My HP Poem #1656
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
I have so often wondered more,
Who wrote you in my destiny.

The question has cutely lingered about here,
In the newly glorified days of my life.

You seem so carefree to me on the outside,
But you are a lovely-lovely angel in the inside.

We must learn patience & conservancy from birds,
They travel across oceans to breed in the seasons.

I enjoy gazing at your pretty name,
Just like I stared at stars in the clear night-sky.

A date will bolster the waiting time,
But we will keep in touch with you till then.

Such is the grandeur of the feeling we have for each other,
We are so steeped in love that it has seeped into our blood.
My HP Poem #429
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
O stone hearted lover,
I considered you mine,
My own God of love.
I made a big mistake,
Oh what I thought,
And what turned out.
O stone hearted lover...

Carrying your face in my heart,
I would even walk on cinders,
You're still there where I prayed,
I am still where you'd left me.
There's no crazy lover like me,
O stone hearted lover...

I had thought when the nights,
Become too much desolate,
The fire of faith in her heart,
It will enlighten my path.
When I got hit then I knew,
O stone hearted lover...

Wish you had known him,
The one you have rejected,
Not just a mirror or a crystal,
You have downed a divine heart.
Now even my skies are barren,
O stone hearted lover...
My HP Poem #1547
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2024
I'm an anterograde amnesiac per se,
But I remember what you did say.
My HP Poem #2031
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2019
Harry was the best friend of Henrietta.
Harry cared about Henrietta,
So much so that he loved her.
One day Harry prepared to propose her,
Before he did, Henrietta told him something.
She told him that she loves Henry,
However, Henry was seeing Lisa.

Harry was determined to get Henry for Henrietta.
Harry wanted happiness for Henrietta,
As if she's his daughter, his alter ego.
One day Harry charmed Lisa & lured her into a room,
And all this while, he made a video of them making love together.
Lisa was not aware of the video he made,
Harry beamed the video to Henry.

When Henry ditched Lisa,
He accused her being a cheater.
Yet with Henrietta he did not indulge,
And Lisa tried to woo him back.
Lisa apologized and felt it too,
Bad for Henrietta, Henry forgave Lisa.
This left Harry helpless & hapless.

Finally he loudly spoke up an ode to her,
Harry to Henrietta that be,
"Can't you tell that I love you,
Oh how much I love you?"
I slept with Lisa to make sure Henry,
The guy you want so badly,
Broke up with her.
She apologized and he accepted her back,
Their love is flexible and true.
Yet you don't see me seething with resentment and pain,
How I wish for you to see that I love you so much!"


Henrietta's eyes brimmed with tears,
Tears of realization and happiness.
Harry & Henrietta stared at each other,
In a moment that was so pregnant,
All the ambience was so stagnant.

Then both Harry and Henrietta lunged for dear life,
And they jumped towards each other to let the lips lock.
They kissed each other and caressed the partner's neck,
As if life is forever here to stay and they can play the leisurely fife.
Stupid Cupid Indulgence.
A short poetic romance young adult fiction work. Do tell in comments what part of this story you like the most.

My HP Poem #1740
©Atul Kaushal
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
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Today I received it!
My own novel!
7 Seconds: A Typical Guy, Atypical Life!
My HP Poem #1811
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I love myself for who I am,
Because I am suchlike,
Such a wonderfully positive guy.

I am still determined to chase it,
But she has abandoned it,
Such a beautifully difficult dream.
I definitely love challenges much more than she claims that she does.

Now it's a challenge for myself to be well settled as soon as possible and then propose her family for a marriage with K.
Yeah, that's exactly what I am. An undefeatable lover.
I will pursue her till I achieve her.

I know that she is not convinced right now and her ego is bound to the aspect of incompatibility, but I am not the weak guy that she thinks me to be.

I have loved her with all my heart and I will continue the pursuit of my love.

My HP Poem #1455
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
Me  -  I'm your suitor,
And you,
You're my paramour.

Don't make it too easy,
Don't be soft,
Take my examination.

Me  -  I've long said it,
I love you,
I want you in my life.
My HP Poem #392
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2014
Walking alone on the hot road,
Though it feels like my body,
There isn't any longer me,
Under the burning sun,
It was just a figment,
Having left of me.
It has only let me be,
Shade of the poet I am,
I really am unknown for,
She came and life changed,
My lonely existence vanished.
Her thought itself is so powerful that I don't feel any discomfort.

My HP Poem #629
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
In winters,
Sunbathing is divine,
And soothing.
My HP Poem #1434
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2017
I am your Sunfeast
Protect your Angel in your embrace
I will **** that beast
With your infinite love & that evergreen grace
*
We will be happy together.
Bold: The Lonely Bard aka Atul Kaushal
Italics: Pooja Shah
Bold Italics: Together

Our first poem together on Hello Poetry.
Àŧùl Sep 2024
The sun doesn't revolve around us,
And it was known to the ancient Hindus.

How they estimated precise distances,
It's still an exclusive paradigm of sorts.

This poem is not a nursery rhyme,
For it discusses what went wrong.

Wrong with the history of Hindus,
And with the tapestry of the world.

Hanging down the global gazebos,
Is a wonderful story of lost wisdom.
My HP Poem #1999
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2018
If Superman farts
And
His cape is set afloat
Then it is appropriate
For Indians to sing
The retro Bollywood
Peppy number:
"Hawa Mein Udta Jaaye
Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka
** Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka!
** Ji! ** Ji!"


As the song means:
*"It flutters in the wind,
Your red muslin scarf,
Oh your red muslin scarf!
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!"
Inspired by an Indian Hindi language joke

My HP Poem #1695
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2014
What could my heart do,
When I just fell for you,
With all the love I had.

Our union was long written,
My mind refuses to wake up,
Your voice put me in a trance.

Time put you in my destiny,
Unlucky no more I feel dear,
None is any luckier than me.

Romance is inborn they say,
I disagree with these claims,
We learn the romantic way.
My HP Poem #645
©Atul Kaushal
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