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Àŧùl Jul 2021
My new novel
Is now available
On the online circle
Of Amazon Kindle
As a soft copy eBook
And as a traditional
Hard copy novel

It set it in beyond COVID19 days,
Read what I write as a PhD scholar.
I know that China modified it,
Naturally, CoV won't affect us so much.
China altered it in the Wuhan lab,
They made it a novel Coronavirus,
They called it nCoV19, ask why,
Because they engineered it in 2019.

My novel talks about it,
This sin is punished,
Not just by India,
But also by USA,
And everyone sane,
There happens WW3,
The Negative Axis powers are:
China, North Korea & Pakistan

Indian Army has HuSaVe's,
Human Safety Vehicles,
Robotic suits that the DRDO creates.
China copies them,
Removes the human part,
And makes GHOST's,
Global Human Omission Safety Transformers.

The story is built with a lot of action, some technology and a bit of romance,
A lot of red shades make the story, some blues for it and a bit of pink,
For writing it, I wasted not a microlitre of real ink.


Indian Army comes up with TASIP,
Terrestrial Army Soldier Improvement Program,
And the protagonist, Ravindra Thakur is selected to be one of them.
He becomes a genetically modified soldier,
The DRDO has a specialist scientist Dr. Malakar who does it with his team,
CRISPR-Cas9 is used to elongate all his telomeres,
And now he has stronger chromosomes.

Ravindra & his batchmates can handle extreme doses of hormones,
Adrenalin, human growth hormone and testosterone to name a few,
These hormones can otherwise **** people in such high overdose,
But his sixth sense is strengthened and even the seventh & eighth senses top with those,
You begin to read it and if you can't put it down, blame it on me,
Cross-references to my previous novel help bring your heart closer,
Yes, the novel is sci-fi, army, diplomacy and hypothetically viable too.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B095Q76Z52/

My HP Poem #1933
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Except for the Nobel Peace Prize,
Which carries a hefty prize money,
No other Nobel Prize is given by the rich Norwegians,
Presented are the rest by the Swedish,
And the Norwegian award just the Nobel Peace Prize.
Alfred Nobel had died in the guilt,
The guilt of inventing such death.
HP Poem #1196
©Atul Kaushal
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
Àŧùl May 2013
Before you criticize me too soon, I think you should spare some seconds and answer a simple question to yourself...

If Shahjahan loved Mumtaz Mahal so much, why he had a harem of wives to use at his own pleasure?

While I agree that the Taj Mahal is arguably the most extraordinarily beautiful monument in the world, I don't agree upon the fact that it was built as a tomb of love. It is just a symbol of madness if you asked me. An emperor's insecure feeling to get his name registered in the history books. While it may be one of the most beautiful architectural monument, it was built by over 20,000 architects, craftsmen, masons and engineers who took over 16 years to build the magnificent building.

He got this apparently high & prestigious monument of love built but everything that the Emperor did was not pleasant at all.

° The lavishly living Mughal Emperor spent all his - his subjects' money into building this monument of love instead of keeping his subjects well-fed.
° Mumtaz Mahal might have been the luckiest woman to have died and got such a marvelous building built as her mausoleum but she died giving birth to her & Shahjahan's 17th offspring and then Shahjahan who had uncountable other wives was inspired by her demise apparently to undertake what is termed as the biggest project in history build the costliest monument proclaiming his rule.
° The arrogant - falsely proud lover - Mughal emperor didn't know that what he thought to be looked at as the greatest symbol of love will be criticized by some poet in his own land nearly 375 years later. The insane Mughal Emperor got all the builders of the Taj Mahal's fingers cut-off of so that there could be no other Taj Mahal.

But Aurangzeb, his & Mumtaz Mahal's son overthrew his power when Shahjahan got older and locked him up in a jail at the other end of Yamuna river where the emperor then died a sad old lovelorn bedlamite person in prison. Aurangzeb was the exact opposite of his dad, he showed religious intolerance and his habits drove the empire towards its doom after his death.

But let me think this way; when I look at any picture of the Taj Mahal, what I get the first thing in mind is this: *Such a CRAZY emperor who got such a beautiful monument of Egotism built!
Sorry Shahjahan's admirers, his love's sympathizers, people with softer views towards such love & romance.
But I believe that such people are just confused in their lives.
My idea of love isn't just that ideal.
My HP Poem #222
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Tale told to me by dear time,
It is an incredibly short story,
For it dictates my destiny.
My HP Poem #801
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Enough caring about others,
They always let you down,
Abandoning you in the middle.

Don't let any negatives creep in,
It's your life - love it - live it,
Let go of bogus lovers - let go.

Feel the happiness inside you,
In your mind, body and soul,
Let it go - it's fake - it's one-sided.
My HP Poem #990
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2015
I believe that I can better stand these testing times of pain,
Forget about pain and let it come to me instead,
Reading this poem you will just get better.

For you have better things like studies to worry about, not this disdain,
Time is often irrationally tough, do not worry it will pass as it must,
Just let your problems come to me as I can handle them better.

I only pray to Time in special cases not for myself,
And my friend this is not the time for you to be down with fever,
You have better jobs to manage than staying in this suffering.
Kripi my best friend is not feeling well and I am feeling so bad about it.

I wish her problems take me instead and may she be well soon enough for managing her studies.

If there exists black magic in reality then I offer myself instead so that my best friend may get better prior to her upcoming important exam.

Get well soon Kripiji, your Droṇa can tackle it better right now.

My HP Poem #845
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
I really-really-really wanna take you home,
Tonight - tonight - yes, tonight.
You would feel relaxed when you spend the night,
With me in my bed - in my bed.

I really-really-really make a promise to you this evening,
Tonight be unlike any other you'd ever see.
You would feel the joy when you spread your pretty smile,
Watching me sink in my bed - in my coffin.

First I'd kiss into your mind a termination signal,
A signal which is mine.
I promise it'd be painless and clean altogether,
Death comes sooner.

The blanket over us will be our gravestone,
Tonight, yes, you try dying.
Try dying tonight in peace and love,
With me, in my bed - my escape.

I promise to take you away to a realm,
Tonight you'll enjoy dying.
Die kissing the lips of immortality,
With me in my bed - my abode.
After uploading it I saw the shape of the poem resembles a coffin! - Spooky - eh?
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2024
I really-really-really wanna take you home,
Tonight - tonight - yes, tonight.
You would feel relaxed when you spend the night,
With me in my bed - in my bed.

I really-really-really make a promise to you this evening,
Tonight be unlike any other you'd ever see.
You would feel the joy when you spread your pretty smile,
Watching me sink in my bed - in my coffin.

First I'd kiss into your mind a termination signal,
A signal which is mine.
I promise it'd be painless and clean altogether,
Death comes sooner.

The blanket over us will be our gravestone,
Tonight, yes, you try dying.
Try dying tonight in peace and love,
With me, in my bed - my escape.

I promise to take you away to a realm,
Tonight you'll enjoy dying.
Die kissing the lips of immortality,
With me in my bed - my abode.
After uploading it, I saw that the shape of this poem resembles a coffin! Spooky, eh?

My HP Poem #1958
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I Bless You My Dear,
I Bless You With Fear,
I Bless You With Tears,
I Bless You With Endless Joy,
I Bless You With Tears Of Happiness.
I Bless You With Divine Happiness
And With The Fear Of Losing Me
The Very Same I Feel For You :)
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Yes you are right baby,
Your allegations are true,
I had done that previously too.

But was it something that I hid,
Had I not told you earlier,
Have I not been true?

Tele-tration was with you as well.
My HP Poem #1128
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2024
Tell me your likes,
But emphasize on your dislikes.
I want to impress you,
But more than that,
I want to conform with your desires.
Also, tell me what you like about me,
And while pointing at my greys, just feel free.

We're strangers with a great potential,
Don't procrastinate much,
And just let yourself come closer to me,
I'll protect you, and I'll kindle you,
Dear, you I'll encourage,
I'll also facilitate your success,
Not because I seek credit, but because I love you.

There's an age gap between us,
But it's still less than a decade,
I know you are young and ambitious,
Don't fear me, you I will nurture,
And don’t worry, please remember,
I'll never obstruct your career,
You have told me your aspirations.

You still have half-a-decade,
And I can advise you, dear,
You I can suggest strategies,
You're going to be a teacher,
And I know that you aim higher,
I refer to that dream of yours,
Through you, I can live my dreams.

We're made for each other,
In you, I see a young but mature lady,
I can read faces, like I did that day,
Yes, I'll always read how much it'll bother,
If you're sensitive, so am I,
I know that you like me,
You should accept my care.

You are close to your grandpa,
I don't say that I can love you like him,
Or even your parents, dear,
But my mother will be gratified,
And so will be my father,
You'll receive a similar care like your home,
And my romance, it will be your bonus.

This is a love letter filled with deep promises,
I'll let you follow your heart,
And try to keep you close,
Or rather I'll be there like an umbrella,
Shielding you from the torrential shower,
Let me bear the responsibility,
Just trust me once and be my wife,
I'll shield both you and our child,
From the necessary evils of modern life,
And also the unwanted stares of the society.

Your acceptance of my love will be my gratification,
Eventually, even you will love me,
I know that I hurt you,
But I did so to let you know what hurt me,
You're jealous about my other friends,
So am I, buddy, so am I about yours,
Relax, just relax and embrace me.
My HP Poem #1963
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Tell me why do they fight,
Why did you endow violence.

Tell me why do they suffer,
Why did you gift them pain.

Tell me why do they hate,
Why did you give them feelings.

Tell me why,
Tell me why,
Oh tell me why...


Tell me how to achieve peace,
Why should we not love everyone.

Tell me how to alleviate pain,
Why should we not heal everybody.

Tell me how to initiate love,
Why should we not respect all.

Tell me how,
Tell me how,
Oh tell me how...
My HP Poem #988
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2016
I'm all ears,
I'm all yours,
For coming years!
A 9-word poetic response to Aisha Harr's poem titled 'TIP 00'.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653805/tip-00/

My HP Poem #1073
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2015
These are testing times dear,
You test & weigh my love here,
I've positioned myself near,
Yes I stood closer to you there,
In my dream-world sans any fear,
Like all exams, I'll sincerely prepare.

Waiting for you I am since eternity,
'Course I've been reborn,
My someone you are,
You have been guided by me,
Now you have found your aim,
I am not worried any longer.
Has started working hard for her future and I am proud that I could have some positive influence on her life.

Fingers crossed for the shiny results of both our respective hardworking times spent.

My HP Poem #837
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Just some words of gratitude,
Or few actions of graciousness,
Followed by the ****** of love,
Deem you as a person thankless.
Yes she assassinated my feeling,
A dove of love just got sadness.
From an ungrateful person...
My HP Poem #1364
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I met you by chance,
It's a kind of dance,
That is this trance.
Amidst your couplets and my poetry,
I feel elated and relieved.
The difficulty is remembering your name,
Wasn't much given your scent.
The ease in remembering your face,
Was as much as looking at 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, will be
This is not possible going solo,
You'd have to accompany me.
Now comes this poem's end,
I hope you ignored it's rhyming.
Your talkative eyes tell me a poem,
Nothing but you were on my mind.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
And I am sure that you will remain here holding my
Hand as you take lessons from my experienced life...

You told me a bright promise of love and appreciation
Which I believe will stay for the entirety of our lives..

No I am not afraid of losing you to circumstances now
That we have come in perfect tuning with each other.
(: !oh lovely little angel this one's for you again! :)
My HP Poem #215
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
I am of the opinion,
By cutting an onion,
None gets as much tears,
As when a tragedy bears,
The tragedy of love,
Brutally slain dove.
I'm not sad, this is just a rhyme.
My HP Poem #441
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2015
I thank you my dear best friend because you have had a major contribution along my parents in bringing back my happiness. So I thank you in this heartfelt poem I write for you.

After my accident I was so lonely,
I met many people in my lifetime,
But really genuine were you only,
I will not have again my best time,
The day I spent with you was real,
And trust me it was the best day.

I am so sure about it that I won't,
Never letting you feel all so alone,
One can only try to repay the loan,
A loan of happiness & true smiles,
I will repay it on each milestone,
This journey will continue for miles,
And more beyond the beautiful moon.
My HP Poem #898
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
My jigsaw is definitely incomplete,
Not spiritually anymore but physically,
This very jigsaw of my life I talk about,
You were a citizen of the heavens,
Thanks for condescending in my life,
And I will be happy to complete yours,
We just have to wait for few more years.

My happiness you are - know it,
Never let me find you gone even virtually,
This jigsaw will always be unsolved,
Your clear voice is of the heavens,
Thanks for accepting to be my wife,
An angel you have come but I am a vermin,
We marry when I succeed and the dust clears.
My HP Poem #769
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2016
If not for your blood,
We could have won easily,
Such minnows you are.

You saved our Holi,
Losing yesterday's match,
Which was a thriller!!!
Bangladesh lost to India in a thriller which India almost lost yesterday on 23rd of March 2016.

Had India lost the match, entire festival of Holi would be ruined.

My HP Poem #1043
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Thank you, oh thank you,
I had forgotten what love is,
You came and I was reminded.

You had me healed very soon,
Healed I was to good health,
Thank you, oh thank you.

Thank you, oh thank you,
I forgot what heartbreak is,
You left & pushed me into one.

You gave me a permanent one,
I had forgotten what pain is,
Thank you, oh thank you.

Thank you, oh thank you,
Deceit was not novel to me,
You cursed me into loneliness.
My HP Poem #1605
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
That fanfare will always be there,
So will the loud proclamations be,
But they will only remain martyrs.

That assembly will always be there,
So will the very silent salutations be,
But they won't rise up from their beds.

Those tank platoon will always be there,
So will its dominating aura-presence be,
But oil-wells shall never churn them out.

That hatted guy will always be there,
So will forever his beautiful wife be,
But they will only remain martyrs.

That gentleman will always be there,
So will all his mugged-up words be,
But they will still remain martyrs.
I imagined this poem for the scene of an Independence Day parade.

My HP Poem #373
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
A
Doctorate
Title
In
Farts!!!

He
So
Casually
Leaks the
Farts!!!

He
Is
Already a
Master of
*Farts!!!
Wow I invented a new degree!
Many would be having such people in mind who they consider an expert fartist!
Dedicated to our neighbor at one of our earlier homes!
And guess what, we were sorry for having lived there!! ;)
Peace be upon all of those who died in his offensive **** noises & smells!!! :D
My HP Poem #221
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2020
Our bed will await us,
It will be decorated, and,
With many flowers so various.

That night will surely descend,
From the heavens for me,
Just as for me you arrived.

We shall start a new life,
It will be our marriage, and,
Of two different Hïnđū cultures.

It will be an upgrade for us both,
That night will bring us closer,
Both to each other & to spirituality.

We shall unite as one body,
We are already one soul,
You know that, my fluff baby.
My HP Poem #1842
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
I have told you that I'd be far,
Far from you for few days,
Far from even internet,
But do not you sweat,
And you do not fret,
Because you know,
This is important,
For a good life,
For a better one,
That's if I break-through this,
There won't be stops for long,
We are surely going to meet,
We will surely have our kiss.
That won't be anything amiss,
There would be Alpine beauty Swiss,
There in our cool and wintry dreams,
So don't you miss me much till later,
We will surely be having a sweet kiss.
My HP Poem #152
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
This is not exactly a poem, but still I post it here.

Why do we address That Supernatural Entity as Him or even as Her?

According to me, That Supernatural Entity is NOT a male at all, but neither is It a female.

I don't mean to demean That Supernatural Entity, but if any such power really exists, I'll prefer to refer it as 'That', 'It' or 'You'.

Why this gender discrimination even for That Supernatural Entity.
P.S.: I'm neither a theist, nor an atheist person
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2014
That surprise kiss was so surreal,
That I fail to believe it was real.

The time we kissed was so unreal,
The reminiscences of it is each day.

I had heard of a sleeping beauty,
Not of sleeping beast who got kissed.

I know someone inside has changed,
Now I shyly look into the mirror.

I am the lucky beast that was kissed,
You the kind Angel who did the favour.
My HP Poem #674
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2014
A chunk of intimacy,
Another part of closeness.
Sweet traces of disagreement,
In the warmth of our arms.
Yes, together with these,
We brew the drink of love.
It being largely uncontrolled,
We let most of things happen.

And trust my words about love,
Things are being pretty perfect.
My HP Poem #690
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2017
Last night I stood atop the North tower,
And as I gazed down from the roof,
I hallucinated a Boeing hurtling,
I saw it collide and felt the impact,
Soon I saw and heard the fear.

The fear vibrated downwards,
It was a nightmare of old memories,
It was a fear of odd memories,
Of memories that I never had,
A nightmare with open eyes.
My HP Poem #1661
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2024
1971, they lost East Pakistan,
And Bangladesh was carved.
1972, they conspired terror,
By promising 72 in Jannat.
2024, the fools still believe,
Not just in violence but also in the 72.
****** Nymphs wreak havoc in their minds.

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

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

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

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

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

Our girls and young women they don't spare,
Why then about theirs should we even care?
Use pliers and plass, pull their nails out,
Send them to their perverted Jannat.
Let the terrorists die of pain,
What will we gain?
Some centuries of actual peace.
My HP Poem #1972
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2021
[March 9 2021, 23:04] Atul Kaushal: https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/
[March 9 2021, 23:50] Chrystel Venema: I just read the whole saga and it left me speechless.. Just wow, really deep and well-written🙏

Thanks to readers like Chrystel Venema, I have found a reason to respect myself.
I really respect myself for writing
“The ‘Angel?’ Saga”
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Oh, the colour and shape,
I observed this morning,
Oh, the eyes I prize the most.

Just having been woken up,
Hue of almond colour,
Just shaped like almond.

And the eyes belong to myself only.
My HP Poem #1056
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
I always have had an idea of my dream girl,
Of exactly what she is like from her heart,
Of exactly what her appearance is like.

I feel victorious to tell that I have found her,
She is quintessentially an atypical angel,
She is a crystal mirror within herself.

I believe that I have never been more happy,
This is definitely my delightful salvation,
This is karma delivering as the fruit.
My HP Poem #558
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 6
~~~~~~~
Angel?

In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Called The Girl Out Without Knowing Her Name,
"Hey Young Lady!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I Thought I Saw Despair In Her Amber Eyes & Must Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Called My Captain & Asked, "Do You See A Girl In That Raft?"
The Captain Just Replied Kindly, "Commodore, Get Married,"
I Looked Apprehensive And He Just Said, "There's No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Enter My Room Down The Stairs Amazed & Confused,
She Floated There As She Waited By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of Hers And Start To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.

7 Stanzas of a Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream


Angel Again?

Now I reached the lands again,
Still dazzled and confused I was,
From the encounter with that Angel,
Oh, how she had filled my twilight,
Unable to forget her divinely touch.

Magical touch had enchanted me,
Able to recall it from the voyage,
I stumbled when disembarking,
Oh, it was the first time for me,
My thoughts would last along.

After so many days at the sea,
I planned of bathing properly,
Her illusion tricked me thereto,
Oh how her traces remained on,
Facing mirror, I stood perplexed.

Still unable to accept the reality,
I longed for that night to repeat,
My heart beats Angel in each beat,
Life staged a drama too crazy,
Unwilling to accept the reality.

My body carries the vestiges,
I turn crazier with each bath,
Her lips' traces keep appearing,
Driving me mad is her memory,
God! Bring her to life once more.

I had my powers as a commodore,
I sent for the captain of my ship,
"What bothers you, my commodore,"
And so he asked of me kindly,
Then I told him of her traces.

Smiling he told me yet again,
"I had told you to get married,"
I agreed this time and nodded,
"Alright, search for me a bride,"
Going outside, he smiled plainly.


Angel Surely?

Till Few Months Of Reaching Back,
I Kept Seeing Her Images All Over,
It Drove Me Crazy Her Presence...

Taking Time Out To Search Her Out,
I Went For The Mountainous Path,
It May Cease I Hope These Dreams.

The Horse Made Me Look A Knight,
I Set Out Solo For The Dark Creeks,
It Helped Me Realize My Solo Aim...

Then She Came Into My View Again,
I Prepared For Tackling My Illusion,
It Started Snowing Out Of Nowhere.

Took Me To A Safer Place She Then,
I Was Bewildered Again Once More,
It Was Clearing But She Vanished...

Then On My Way, I Stopped To Rest,
I Looked Around For A Place To Sit,
It Came To My View A Huge Tavern.

Tavern On A Mountain Was Weird,
I Still Went To It Hoping Some Rest,
It Had Appeared Out Of Nowhere...


Angel Illusion?

I Peered Out Of The Room Windows,
I Was In This Desolate Guesthouse,
It Was A Comfortable Rest House,
And Here I Was In Anticipation,
Angel Or Whosoever Was Awaited,
Will She Pop Into My Vision Here Too,
Was It Only A Seasick Mind's Illusion?

Was All That Really Just An Illusion,
Thinking This I Prepared For Bed,
Then I Felt A Flute Was Playing,
Looked Into Sound's Direction,
All I Saw Then Was Foggy Night,
My Own Reflection Was Also Visible,
Slightly If Not Entirely Can Be Seen.

I Recalled The First Night At The Sea,
She Did Appear On The Towed Raft,
A Beautiful Mermaid I Had Seen,
Now I Did Remember It Clearly,
My Face Was No Longer Mine,
Yes It Was The Beautiful face of hers,
She Wasn't Sad As I Did Remember.

She Was Smiling So Very Divinely,
Her Brown Eyes Stared So Cutely,
More Divine Felt She Was Really,
I Thought That It Was So Early,
My Pocket Watch Showed Three,
I Took My Eyes Off And Went To Bed,
Then & There She Was Lying For Me.

I Again Let My Mind Play Games,
Never Did Imagine Turning Mad,
Now I Was Not Feeling As Bad,
Neither I Wanted To Break It,
Nor It Felt Like One Anymore,
This Was The Dream I Loved To Live,
As If The Boon Was Presented To Me.

She Smiled As I Sat On The Bed,
I Asked Her, "Are You Real?"
"Yes, Just As Your Thoughts,"
I Then Just Stared At Her Lips,
She Then Touched Me Again,
Hands As Soft As That Night At Sea,
I Just Felt Like Opposing Her Touch.

I Blankly Smiled And Thought,
'My Thoughts Are Surely Real,'
Then I Just Let Her Guide Me,
The Moon Shone So Bright,
It Just Felt Really So Very Right,
Resigning I Just Let My Illusion Win,
It's Love We Were Sharing, Not A Sin.


Angel Not Again!!!

I Recovered From The Night Again,
She Had Disappeared Once More,
Was She Using Me As A ******???

I was frustrated & also saddened,
My self-control got strengthened,
For I was not a tissue to be used!!!

I have my feelings & my emotions,
Presence and absence torture me,
Ego I had tamed got hurt by now...

I won't let that elusive Angel come,
Questioning I must be her realities,
Illusions will end this time finally!!!

I'll establish an identity of my own,
Dependent I'll not be on the angel,
Was she only a dream & no more???

I had duly asked the aged captain,
To search for a lovely bride very soon,
Oh, so sure I am about afterwards...

I was tailed by the spirit-like angel,
So irritated by her dreary dreams,
On-off, came-gone, again & again!!!

I now would learn to catch angels,
With the plan, I went to the mage,
Should I now learn some spells???

I entered through a dark alleyway,
Was told to visit this strange place,
What comes across - I wondered...

I knocked on the door & she appeared,
Very young she seemed to me now,
Just the age of the angel of dreams!!!

I noticed that she wore a long robe,
So shiny it was silvery like her hair,
Just like the angel of dreams wore...

I rubbed my tired eyes in disbelief,
"Who're you?" I asked very loudly,
"Are you the mage's daughter???"

I wondered for long & she replied,
"Your guess is correct, kind Sailor,"
She beckoned me into the shack...

I set my foot on the wooden floor,
I looked for any sign of the mage,
I want to be set free of the cage!!!

I just thought & thought about it,
But the witch was not to be seen,
Curious I asked, "Where is she???"

"I am my mother," she said calmly,
Perplexed I couldn't say a thing,
My mouth opened once & shut...

I was now about to rise & go away,
But she stopped me with her arms,
"I must show you," so she did say!!!

I did not believe what my eyes saw,
How she changed into the old mage,
Then back into her own daughter???

O I had become confused a lot now,
Why would she transform like this,
I feared if it was actually the angel...


Angel Forever?

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,
The Axe That I Did Spot Lying There,
Spot On I Killed The Witch Right Then.

~~~~~~~
Angel Ultimately?
The saga in her eyes converts into a constant downpour soon after she realized her freedom from the spell of the dark witch, the curse had turned her a prisoner in the evil witch's body.

"Kind Sailor Thank Thee For Freeing Me."
Her Words Reverberating Throughout,
What Wind - What Land - What Sea,
Everywhere Is Her Presence As I Can See,
The Wind Whispers Her Name In My Ear,
Since A Long Long Time Now All I Wear,
Is Her Scent In My Immortalized Memory.

"Will You Stay With Me Forever, Or,
Will You Go Back To The Heavens?"
Though I Really Wanted Her To Stay,
I Love Her And Realize What She Felt,
I Offered Her Freedom And A Choice,
I Was Not Binding Her To Me In Turn,
Everything Was Instinctive For Me.

She Seemed In A Serious Dilemma,
Struggling Hard She Was In Herself,
I Again Offered & Insisted This Time,
"It's Better You Went Back To Your World,"
But I Knew That She Loved Me A Lot,
She Tried Hard Controlling But Said,
"I Am In Love With You For Long."

So I Am Quite Right That She Loves Me,
I Am Sure Even She Can Forget Me Not,
Beading All Our Memories Together,
I Now Know How I Can Gain Salvation,
Not Being Another Self-Centric Tantric,
"But You Don't Belong Here Dear,
So You Shouldn't Restrict Yourself."

After This, She Now Looks Comfortable & Composed,
Ready For Making A Choice She Wore A Heart Of Stone,
Her Lips Slowly Parted Revealing A Perfect Smile,
Pearly Smile Again Ensured Me Of Permanent Happiness,
Bright Eyes And Shiny Eyelids Of Hers Seemed So Good,
"You Can't Make Me Stay Away Because You Love Me Too,
I Will Keep Coming In Your Dreams And Entice Your Nights."

But I Wanted Her In My Real-World Now,
I Prevented Her From Vanishing Again,
I Said, "Please Stay, Now Do Not Go Away,
Because I Really Can Not Bear That Pain,"
She Had Almost Vanished By Then,
Listening To My Words She Chose To Wait,
She Said, "Even I Want Forever To Stay."

Continuing With Her Divine Dialogue She Said,
"Say Those Golden Words To Make Me Stay,"
I Immediately Confessed, "I Love You, Angel,"
"Say You Love Me Too, Oh My Divine Angel,"
She Didn't Wait For Anything More To Say It,
"I Love You Too, Oh My Kind & Loving Sailor,"
Her Powers Soon Left Her In A Flash Of Light.

I sought to allegorically assay my personal life through these 7 poems in “The ‘Angel?’ Saga” that’s an allegory to a significant part of my life.
On public demand, I clubbed The "Angel?" Series into one poem.
Àŧùl Oct 2015
She is my dream angel,
From each & every angle.

She is my dreamy fantasy,
From a dream so fantastic.

She is my sweet lover,
From the height she never lets us go lower.

Yes, she takes us Higher & Farther,
Together.

Knightly I feel,
Rightly I know,
I will be great,
Paradise clinched,
Inch by inch.

I know problems.

Louder is the love,
On both my ears,
Veils my tears,
Expressing it she comes.

Yes, she brings me joy,
On my lips she sits as a smile,
Under my nose I can feel her.
My HP Poem #904
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2015
I want to just confess,
Not creating a mess,
I love to see her work,
Not some sweaty one,
But right when she studies.

The angel studies dedicatedly,
And I am proud to help her,
Not that she can't do without me,
The tulip is intelligent enough,
But I want to be the dew drops on her.
My HP Poem #894
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
The Angel with the jet black hair,
She seems as though by being present she is stirs the air.
The Angel with the shiny dark eyes,
She seems as though by being plainly looking she freezes you.
The Angel with the skin smooth as cheese,
She seems as though by being so soft that nobody dared touch her.
The Angel with the sweetest of names,
She is you, she is you, she is you, no one else but yes she is you.
Though there are other angels too,
But this poem was written for you.

For this particular image in my mind,
By your youth it was inspired.
All is inspired by you in the end, in one way or another my Creepy Angel ;)
Your Expectant,
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I can not,
Remember,
What I forgot.
Was it your innocent smile,
Or your cunningness?
I just remember,
That I forgot.
I should,
Forget,
You,
Too.
Another of my surgical poetry pieces for the passion of concrete poetry.

My HP Poem #1453
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2017
The Ashkenazi Jew are beautiful people,
The **** were just repulsively anti-Jew...
So many Ashkenazi were slaughtered,
The shameless Nazis are to be blamed..
Concentration camps had gas chambers,
Gassing the Ashkenazi to painful death.
Ways of the Devil belittled by the ****!
My HP Poem #1456
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Let me declare in the opening of this article that at the time of writing this article I was a young man aged almost 23 years but have never had *** as a personal choice based upon my experience. My reasons for not getting laid till now are not many but just three reasons:
1. I am a guy who is a one woman man.
2. I believe that whatever may be my future wife's virginity status, I am not to loose it to anyone else but to herself.
3. I have analysed and found that for Indian men the best age to loose their virginity is not before 25 years of age and similarly for Indian women, the best age to loose it is not before they themselves are at least 23 years of age.

You all might already have labeled me various titles till now, but wait let me tell you the whole story and I would rather recommend you to be ready for trashing all your presumptions. It's all about self-control that this article is about. You can easily relax and lie back as you are going through my article.

I have a female friend from a big city in India who has been subjected to the raging problem of today's world. I'll be referring to her as Dhara, she was in the first year of her college life when she fell for a good looking rich guy and this guy, Sagar, was her classmate.

In the beginning of their relationship, they both were like the very much perfect 'made-for-each-other' couple like in stories. They both shared a golden relationship between each other and neither of them were aware that one day they will be made to separate away from each other.

The two of them seemed inseparable and one fine day Dhara even eloped with Sagar to start a new life with him. Sagar took her to a new home that he succeeded in procuring for them. It was a farmhouse away from the city. Dhara started following all the daily chores as an ideal housewife would. Both of them ceased attending the college and dedicated all their time to love making. Three months after having eloped, Dhara happily told Sagar that she was pregnant.

In the mean time, Sagar's father who is a powerful person in politics decided to make him marry a different girl for political benefits. And this way a problem arose from this fact that Sagar was told by his family that soon he would be married to a girl for political reasons. Along with this, both Sagar and his father were jailed in a political context. The trouble which had befallen was resolved by another powerful politician who bailed both the father-son duo out of the problem with a condition that Sagar married his daughter.

Sagar then told Dhara regarding the same problem at his home. Dhara straight away went to Sagar's home hoping to win hearts and showed them the Mangalsutram which Sagar had tied around her neck. The Mangalsutram turned out to be the same which Sagar's mother had found missing.

Dhara was accused of thievery and was put behind the bars for the same in the followup time. Sagar somehow succeeded in bailing Dhara out from behind the bars. Soon, Dhara was asked by Sagar to take some emergency contraceptive pills which halted her pregnancy in a period less than three months. Then Sagar ejected himself out from the unregistered marriage, resumed his regular college studies and ditched Dhara.

Here, both Dhara and Sagar were at fault according to me. Neither of them were at an age which could be considered marriageable, either medically or morally. Both had studies to undertake which they turned to for diverting their minds.

Dhara shared with her elder brother regarding the same event having taken place in her life. Then one fine day, I met Dhara at our university's Students' Activity Centre - SAC, where I had been to the University Food Orbit - UFO, and I started conversation with a group sitting there and we both got to know about each other and exchanged numbers at her insistence.

So much experience had made Dhara a wisecrack when it came to making friends. She accepts that it was her mistake that she took a rush of hormones to be love.

In addition to this Indian viewpoint over the subject, a Western viewpoint needs to be mentioned separately because of the biological differences between our bodies' biological observations and our differently made up societal liabilities and settlements.

The West has a superior physique for both men and women and professional services. So the ideal age to loose it dips by 2 years.

To end with the article, I would like to summarise the best age and conditions of loosing virginity globally with a special localisation to India:
1. Get married firstly and then loose it only to your life partner.
2. If you must still have the pleasures of love making before your marriage with the person you have your first *******, keep it safe and pleasant. Use a ****** or similar contraceptive if you must have *** before the ideal age but remember that these may fail as well, even if rarely.
This is not a poem, so comment keeping this thing in mind.
Originally published at:
http://aksspiritualthoughts.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-best-age-to-loose-it.html
Àŧùl Jan 2016
She needs no comparison,
My mom is simply the best!

Her food preparations,
Ah! The best chef ever.

My satisfied smiling face,
Is her biggest prize, she says.
My HP Poem #959
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I am surely not the best specimen of **** sapiens species,
But I surely am the best example of a human being there is.
I am surely having a huge gold heart deep inside my chest,
But I surely am not aware what good bring to me, would it.
I am usually never indulged in such petty self-glorification,
But I usually am indulged in environment & nation glorification.
I did not pollute the environment this Deepawali,
I made it a point not to use gasoline for short distances.

I surely may not even be a soldier of the Indian National Army,
But I surely am the best patriotic Indian being there is.
I am surely incapable of joining the Army as of now,
But I did not even buy any Chinese products lately.
I am of knowledge that the Chinese endorse terror,
Because they are supportive of Pakistan's motives.
The Chinese have ego problems - they don't let others be happy.
Protect the environment.
Boycott the Chinese.

HP Poem #1230
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Kindly I agree that she used to be innocent,
Rose-like her behaviour used to be scented,
In the ******, she deserted my ship,
Puncturing holes in the old floor as she left,
I** was then looking in the air for a support...

I am not aware why this bitterness lingers,
Senseless memories do not fade away easy.

Hear my plea, O Isis, send your best warrior,
End this search of mine that Aphrodite couldn't,
Rise I will then like the morning bloodshot sun.
HP Poem #1340
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Playing with one's own body,
It can be the best therapy,
Both for the body and mind.

Stupor comes without drugs,
It helps you forget reality,
And overcome physical pain.

Miraculous effective therapy,
It makes you forget grief,
Cheery is a mood afterwards.

Self-love and respect are born,
Just let the mind go blank,
Just forget all thoughts forlorn.

Engage in self-praise privately,
Let all blue hues slip-off,
It's much easier said than done.
My HP Poem #974
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I am gonna live forever through my poetry and my story even if I perish to the suspected brain tumour from the internal injuries in my brain that still persist as massive blood clots, tinnitus, vertigo and hence a probable tumour.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/aw/B00MYY0DMA
http://hellopoetry.com/Atul/poems/popular
Not a poem.
Àŧùl Dec 2016
She's a peahen,
I kindled the bird,
And me her peacock.
O she loved me crazily,
She stayed here till long,
Until she'd realised it,
That she could fly.
A tribute to The Beatles' song Norwegian Wood.

HP Poem #1305
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Dry deserts in parts & dripping water holes
As well the body sure is a varied ecosystem
Having its own hairy forests having blooms
A body is like that as it's both moist and dry
Dusky at places where light seldom reaches
My HP Poem #584
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
A step you will take,
One step I will take.
Your hand on my shoulder,
My hand on your waistline.
Swinging to the waltz,
Dancing in a smooch..
Holding you tight in my arms,
Crushing you with my chest...
The peace of your touch,
Taste sweet of your lips...
Our peaceful pose in the other's arms,
Zealous and peacefully posing in love.
My HP Poem #303
©Atul Kaushal
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