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Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine us - you and me,
Sitting at the end of everything,
Beyond the scope of time and space...

Here is where there is no dark or light,
No colour and not even black or white,
Just two of us together for each other..

This place beyond all places I tell you,
If union eludes us until the end,
We will get united there.
My HP Poem #473
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Though I suspect that I won't die easily,
I won't try to get killed ever for dear life.

Though I have no one except my parents,
I will live for them - for myself this life.

At least till they are alive.

After they are gone,
My jijiwisha will vanish.

And I will simply choose to perish.
My HP Poem #1482
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Is so much enjoyable,
If you got no soft ego,
And it may look like this number.
Read Immoral.
This poem of mine is numbered 969,
But let me warn you,
It is really dangerous.
An extremely naughty one.

My HP Poem #969
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
One.
Two.
Three.

I.
Love.
You.
My HP Poem #301
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Beyond which no dreams knock
My eyes are that threshold
More than my talks
Only my symbolic silences were there
Since you came here
My world started moving
World of mine started moving

The place of God was empty in my heart
Today I saw your face in that place
I came to you wandering like a cloud
I came and I showered as if you are a hill

You be the soul and I will be the body
Lifelong I will be your shadow
I then want to become a hermit
So I tell you, I want to be yours
You harness me, I am the power
You are the night, I am the moonlight

The place of God was empty in my heart
Today I saw your face in that place
I came to you wandering like a cloud
I came and I showered as if you are a hill

We will pay the favour of stars
We had many incomplete desires
That still bind us to each other
The desire of a darling little one
In our little home, we will get settled
Let nobody's evil eye baffle us

The place of God was empty in my heart
Today I saw your face in that place
I came to you wandering like a cloud
I came and I showered as if you are a hill
Translation of the Bollywood song,
"Sapna Jahaan"
My HP Poem #1425
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Indian people are very traditional,
Still they will move with the trend,
Few Indians will often be bipolar.

First they tickle you the hardest,
As bad to trickle down your tears,
Then they change all of a sudden.

Let their fickle-minds deceive you,
You let the sickle-minds hurt you,
Such examples are there but few.
My HP Poem #972
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
To his waistline so tightly
To the ****-bag and throw
Him in a secret dark lake to drown him!

All his money stuffed into
His money-craving jaws until
The rogue head-banger dies-dies & dies!!
My HP Poem #384
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
1 day I'll make sure that the
2 of us make love through
3 a.m. in the wall clocks
4 will be no different
5 will be our bedtime
6 a.m. will be our sleep
7 a.m. we will be awake.
My HP Poem #1376
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Time, they say,
Time is very strong.
Memories it makes fade away,
But sometimes it takes too long.
My HP Poem #1643
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2015
I am a human,
That too a man.
I used to compliment,
That too to many females.
Now I don't just accept,
Though I was really decent in it but it still was polite flirting in a way,
Now I even apologize and detest it.

The girl who I idolize as my sole love,
She got hurt knowing me better,
But that's only partial face of mine,
I even ward off other females that try to flirt,
I behave just like the only girl I love,
Probably that is the problem.

I must accept our differences,
I love her more than my life,
And I must give her her own spaces,
Maybe it's not correct in society,
Even she dislikes me loving so extremely,
I will stop being insecure now on,
But I will never stop exclusively loving the last girl in my life before any daughter.
My HP Poem #823
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I bleed inside my head.
It won't be long before I'm dead..
All color I'd see would be red.
This short poem will be read...
And it will be reread.
This is how I will be consoled....
But before this poem has been read by many,
I'll simply be dead, I'll simply be dead.....

Time is money,
True.
Time is funny,
False..
Time is long,
True...
Time is short,
False....
Time is God,
True.....

How I live isn't easy,
No - not at all.
How I am alive is the question,
No - not at all..
How I would survive without friends is impossible,
No - not at all...
Waiting for you to be back my true friend.
Till then my image is my friend.
I see you in the reflection.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
A long time has passed since I loved,
When I loved someone not my parent,
And I said some cute words to someone.

A long time has passed since I was loved,
When I live right now as I pay a life's rent,
And I committed no sins for the loneliness.
My HP Poem #1345
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2021
I want to travel behind,
Backwards to that time,
When you were mine,
And I was your crime.

Breaking up was routine,
And so was making up,
Then a calamity struck,
And I survive to live a half-life.
My HP Poem #1922
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2014
You were wary of all guys till you
Met my dumb but intellectual self
In this vastly wide but empty void
Called my hopelessly romantic life
Then we were only poetry friends
Slowly was peeled this fruity love
Now we have been in sweet love.

Can you explain this relationship
Or would you choose no diagnosis
And only relish its divine sweetness
How very sweetly it has happened
Why & how we two got together..

Finding the heart which was lost
Through all ages, time and again
Tides o'times our love has faced.
They tried sinking love but it resurfaced!

My HP Poem #618
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2017
_       _
\/\/\/\/\/      \/\/\/\/\/
This festival      of our love
It'll never ever end my dear
Never will I make you feel
Tumultuous, sad or blue
End this'll ne'er o lover
Dissident I'll never be

So beautiful is your ❤
My HP Poem #1689
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I...
Am...
As...
Tired...
As...
If...
I...
Had...
Been...
Running­...
For...
Miles...
...
And...
...
Miles...
...
And...
...
Miles.­..
...
And...
...
Miles...
...
And...
...
Miles...
...
Around...
­The...
Globe...
And only you are my exclusive heavenly refreshment...
...
You give me all the quanta of solace...
...
I experience the peace and the happiness replete-unbound-pure-divine-beautiful...
My HP Poem #334
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2020
I wonder what my title will be,
When we are getting married.

Would it be Chiranjeevi,
Or it will be Doctor?

Long-living is Chiranjeevi,
And a PhD-holder is a Doctor.

No, my Darling, I will prefer,
To me, people should refer,
As the Poet Atul Kaushal.
My HP Poem #1860
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2024
You're a person with a standard,
Of your life, I look to become a part.
Me you'll never find meandered,
For you, I'll prepare the custard.
You may call it a pudding if desired,
Or you may just consume that.
But you be well-mannered,
I need you humble & well-behaved.
My HP Poem #1991
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Patience, my dear, is a mature trait,
Greater than just to love, or to hate?
I would rather keep a watch on my gait,
Shall I move on, to ***** more my slate?
Have ye moved on to demonstrate,
Would ye still hold strong to wait?
Main waapas aaunga agar tum **.

My HP Poem #1398
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Today's a really bright morning,
The temperature was really fine,
To set a personal record of speed.

In the morning set off on my bicycle,
Its previous record of speed was 33.7,
I defeated my old record to 34.9 kmph.

I'm currently content with this new one,
In my mind I have that old record broken,
I'll look to break my new record tomorrow.
I know that I am really quick as far as amateur cycling is concerned, but I need to be a lot more fast to get more satisfaction.

I am not a professional cyclist, but I really like the idea of being able to be a pro one day.

But I don't think that there's any better competitor for me than myself.

My HP Poem #467
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2017
Provisional** it is still a genuine certificate,
Degree got officially completed today only,
Certificate though temporary, it is another feather in my hat.
The convocation ceremony will be held next year.

My HP Poem #1649
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I wish that I could say what goes on my mind,
I wish that my heart had its own loud voice,
I wish that you could smell it only in my breath.

I only wish to speak those three words openly,
I only wish to say those in front of everyone,
I only wish to receive you with my arms spread.

I want you to feel like having gotten the best,
I wait for your arrival in my life that day,
I will be right here for you each day every year.
My HP Poem #472
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
7th of May 2010 will be 7 years old,
And so will I be again a 7 years kid!
Neither emotionally nor physically,
But I will be 7 years old spiritually.
I had to learn life again 7 years ago,
Just got spared my life 7 years back!
Though few doctors were pessimistic,
My father was still very optimistic.
He consolidated my mother's hope,
And he negated the pessimist's nope!

He was confident about his only son,
His genes joined my mother's for one!
And I am committed to a long life,
He selected wisely for himself a wife.
His thought about a better gene pool,
A long life offspring I won't ridicule!
But a long life I just do never desire,
If a lonely life I must always persist.
I will survive the days and the nights,
Alone if I must bide my time in tights.
My HP Poem #1527
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2014
They have constituted police for the maintenance of our societal masks,
They have further institutionalized education for our apparent welfare,
They have set up laws & language not exactly meant to be abused.
But how much meaning can it justify?

After all, in the end we still need to brush our teeth after the toothpick.
Me and she live in a difficult society,
We know the calculated risks & dangers,
Yes we do give each other ample space and we have our lessons - all past, present and future lessons.

We will succeed and be united in the end surpassing all the dangers.

Our names will be remembered by the world, 'Drona' & Kripi.

My HP Poem #697
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
I am too tired to live on,
The memories are bitter.

I am so tired to love on,
Karma is a stinkin' thin'.

I am far more interested in death,
As I live a ghoulish life in loneliness.
My HP Poem #1474
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2015
Me & you got stuck at the club,
But there's nothing to worry bud,
As we don't intend to go home,
In the torrential rain we can't either.

So come closer to embrace me,
Don't fear the thunderstorm dear,
Nothing to lose - memories to gain,
Just enjoy the tip-tip sound of rain.
A spontaneous poem that I wrote after I got inspired from a video call with my mate while it was raining and I was playing badminton inside the sports club building.

My HP Poem #891
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2017
So in the wee hours,
Up I am early on many days,
Chased by demons in nightmares,
Chalking out an escape plan,
Unto the depths of hell,
Bray she may in her realm,
Unto my stiffness she takes me,
S*ucking mine in the nightmare.
Memories bring the nightmares and the nightmares bring the succubus.
Nothing to do with anyone on Hello Poetry.
My HP Poem #1465
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
Asking the valleys & the mountains around,
Beautiful snow-clad slopes of the mountains,
Chilly winds pierce our ears as we ski along,
Downwards the hilltop carefully navigating,
Enjoying doubtlessly you smile bright at me,
Fiendishly slide downhill smiling nervously,
Great speeds involving both our adrenaline,
Hanging in midair momentary in our jump,
Incorrigibly we pull each other ever closer,
Juggling feet & hands when we ski forward,
King o' the land o' your heart I am rejoicing,
Leisurely spending my life solely loving you,
Man of your dreams I secure you in my arms,
Nearing the future rendezvous both of us are,
Oath of unity has been pledged by both of us,
Prancing upon snowy slopes in fuller control,
Queen of my life you are already in my heart,
Rising like moon in the sky of a snowy night,
Smooth is our opera-like love-slide downhill,
Tinkering within our tired selves is a thirst,
Unlike every other feeling is the feeling I get,
Very sweet are the dreams that I have seen,
Wings of imagination may impart us a flight,
Xmas flavoured new & recycled happiness,
Yule ball-like balance does indeed give safety,
Zion of our love is gonna be what it must be...
My HP Poem #538
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
He had loved you beyond reality,
Right there you made him unloved.

He struggled to prove you his worth,
You were everything that he ever loved.

He saw you read about feminism,
You misrepresented it as your brand.
My HP Poem #1477
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
If I could,
I would recall them all.
The messages saying I love you,
The messages saying I hate you.
If I could,
I would recall them all.
Because I don't want your memories.

'Coz you were not destined to be mine.
It's my destiny that I will meet my match.
In the next rebirth if not now.
And we will meet again for forever.

HP Poem #1328
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Burning Depths!
An Elevator Climbs Down!
Digging Your Misdeeds!
Takes You To Hell!
When You Take The Easy Route!
The Wrong One!
Logically Choosing Sins!
Attractive Entrance!!
To The Elevator To Hell!!
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2016
I love your eyes and the eyebrows,
And I love your nose & the lips.

I love your smile and the laughter,
And I love your grimace & the tears.

I love your happiness and the anger,
And I love your innocence & the glamour.

I love your appearance in my dreams,
And I love the lap dance you perform.

I love your sketch in all of my memories,
And I love those curves tempting to sculpt.

I love your memories with all my heart,
And I refuse to give up all hope even if you get married to someone else.
My HP Poem #1117
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
As
Now The
Happiness
Is Towering

With A Large
Base To Make It
Worthy Of Staying


Sadness Is Trenching
Bringing Tears Not
Very Often To My

Eyes Which've
Gotten Tired

Of These
Tears
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
Traders,
Traders everywhere,
Some trading stocks,
Others some shares.

But I invest,
Initiated by my mother,
Encouraged by my father,
Taught by their experience.

An orthodox,
I'm a longterm investor,
I have faith in my future,
I've not sold any holdings.

Future,
I'm building wealth for the future,
My future generations will procure,
I'll pass it on to them by legal means.

Bless,
I hope God will bless me with children,
Humans, or kittens would be my babies,
These small investments will bless them.

Humans,
If I can get married and have heirs,
Then I'll be happy to share my chairs,
I'll teach them what I've learnt in life.

Kittens,
I'll humbly adopt a pair of kittens,
If I don't gel well with humans,
Be busy even without a wife.
My HP Poem #2008
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
There was a torturous time back then,
I was holed up in the homely prison,
For committing no perfect crimes,
I was in serious mental trouble.

The happy days were not a distant memory,
I was greeted with mental & physical pain,
As for then I had been greeted with pain,
The ****** pain seemed easier to suffer.

I used to reminisce myself of the golden days,
Of healthier & better days with happier ways,
Going with olden friends like maverick guys,
Cruel time snatched my ways of life always.

There was a better time prior to that time,
Then every night must be brightened up,
By another sunrise and sweet birdsong,
So was that hard time & the pain gone.

The evenings were again in mood,
The nights gave me a new full moon,
The Angel's warm encouraging embrace,
The incantation she said took the pain away.
You're the Angel of love for me,
My most faithful-best-ever friend.
You're also my youthful companion,
My unfaltering lamp in the dark of life.

The words from my heart don't deceive,
These plain eyes just say "I love you,"
This poem draws you closer to me,
The promise of love is shining.

My HP Poem #377
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2020
You have been here to live,
Although just for few hours.
With me, you'll break the dawn,
You'll here come to thrive.

I invite you to my schön world,
Here, you would much enjoy.

Beckoning you towards itself,
This beautiful world of words,
It would be a physical reality,
These words will make me rich.

You'll be the catalyst of my deeds,
Oh, c'mon help me.

I have lived and lived again,
No God helped me.
Only parents were here for me,
When I lay in the death bed.

Don't be discouraged,
Desist judging me.

My potential I don't know,
This terrible destiny dumped me,
I so wish to change the world,
Correcting the mistakes of God.

Loneliness imprisoned me back then,
'Twas before you appeared on my horizon.

I forgot what happiness feels like,
You reintroduced me to it recently.
Gratefulness is ripe in my heart,
Like the sweet fruit of eternity.

You are the transcript of joy,
So I dub thee Transcription.
Schön is German for "beautiful"
My HP Poem #1824
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
She has completely changed,
From the sweet person she was,
To a repulsive ****** who,
Keeps on quoting famous people,
For the sake of an unannounced debate.
This way she has successfully killed,
The love I had kindled for her.
I don't love her anymore.
My HP Poem #1448
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
My heart beats so strongly,
Yet it beats so softly.

In 2005,
I stepped into my high-school,
The last year of my high.

Dragon of my life,
Raged angrily as I performed,
Enjoying my efforts,
And I was honest,
My marks were nice,
Self-analysis gave me a few more.

Tasked with toiling hard,
All I did was procrastinate,
Shouldn't have done that,
Tests that I avoided,
Especially in secondary school,
Damaged my future goal.

Dawn and dusk,
I stayed awake,
Right then I thought about it,
Terribly doing at the test.

Seeing my Karma,
Obvious was the Phalam.

In the transition I experienced a lot.

Saw myself rise from potential death bed,
Helped by my loving parents,
Instead of passing away in anonymity,
Farewell to the first college,
Third girlfriend lied badly,
Essential narcissist off the ledge,
Dunno what she did prayed.

Transitions from non-medical sciences,
Over Biotechnology to commerce.

Men often are bitter,
Every time they jitter,
Deeming my actions unfair,
Inching me towards loneliness,
Calling me a Trojan Horse,
As they alienate ever,
Losing to my effort.

School, it was a great time,
College, it was just not mine,
Inundated by my tears,
Enthralled by my own life,
Never land of a comatose state,
Ceased to exist in my life,
Efforts put by my parents,
Slowly, I started on a clean slate.

And until now, I'm satisfied,
Not that the battle is won, but
Definitely I'm closer to victory.

Neither I am sad nor am I happy,
Over with the blues, I am patient,
But what if I never meet my end?

I don't want to live forever.

As I love my parents,
May they always stay with me.

Early adolescence is long gone,
Am missing those days,
Really carefree,
Not tensed,
I miss my past,
Not really the college,
Good were the school days.

Tasked with toiling hard to get a job,
Had I succeeded without help,
Really not without some grace,
Of my parents, and of my own,
Up above the recruitment exams,
Godly grace of my parents,
Helped me all along.

They all are happily married,
Had been my friends, but now
Enjoyin' only with their spouses.

Cheers to life,
Of course, I'm late,
Matters it to me,
Matter it does,
Early marriage was planned,
Really all got messed up,
Course of time,
Especially delivered to me.

Slowly, I realise my incompatibility,
Terribly wrong, wrongly terrible,
Realms of the dead I belonged,
Enjoying my life fully still,
Affluence sought-after,
My aim it remains.
My HP Poem #2005
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
I Can't Breathe Easy
In This Chamber Air

My Family Was Made
To Submit Before Them

Their Fattest Soldier Farts
With A Mask On His Face

And We Were Made To Smell
The Stench Of Undigested Meal

Stuck We're Inside This Gas Chamber
Somebody Be Our Saviour & Protect Us!!!
Just a humorous attempt to lightly remember one of the grimmest situations in history

© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I have been to places for love,
Travelling I have been in love,
And learning I have from love.

I went from movies to homes,
To palaces & even to fortresses,
'Atul' learnt to love from travel.

I visited ancient places in love,
The sweet feeling togetherness,
Atypical Life I have lived along.

I used to go to Ambala years ago,
The sweet loving girl used to wait,
Along her I visited movies & kissed.

I went to Jaipur & even Agra next,
The sweetest for us both was Jaipur,
Agra was where I gifted my virginity.

I kissed at the Old Fort at New Delhi,
The kiss at fort gave me goosebumps,
Attic was where the seductress kissed.

I kissed inside her home in the sitting,
That night was dead as she kissed me,
Above the sleeping King was the kiss.
Not proud to have kissed multiple girls.
But yes, I did learn loving via travelling.
I got back my memory and I am not happy about it.
I regret losing my virginity to someone who is history and kissing them who moved on.
But yes, travelling taught me how to love and who to love.

HP Poem #1331
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2017
Don't you get tired, Dear Uncle Time?

Well, it's a different case with her,
My lover, she does get tired,
Her afternoon nap keeps her cuter.
A second expression.

My HP Poem #1684
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Intact, they don't even mumble,
Once broken they will grumble.
My HP Poem #1391
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2016
I love myself.
I love my parents.
End of the story.
My HP Poem #1089
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Making me sing daily for her,
F
ar used to be the sorrows,
Ma
ddening was my love,
Mad
e** her feel special..

Me singing & writing poetry,
Separately for her was regular...

For her I will improve myself,
Testing my capabilities I am,
Reeling the love I kindle inside,
***ling I'm my hard outer shell..

Companion of mine is perfect,
Together we gelled just so well,
Tomorrow seems very golden,
Grappling with all the troubles,
Challenging time with my effort,
Focused were all my techniques,
Graduating in the field of love,
Completed seemed my jigsaw.
My HP Poem #849
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2014
I have not been bitten by a mad dog,
Instead I've only been smitten by the love bug.

I do not feel uncontrolled addiction,
Instead I've only been feeling love for her pure & divine.

I can not make her understand it right now,
Instead I've only been trying to make her understand love.

Things will have to clear up as the plain sky of May,
But it will take time is all what I can presently manage to say.
An excerpt from my recent conversation with poet GitacharYa Vedala.

My HP Poem #660
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Every minute I will wait for you,
I am sure you will make it worthwhile,
Because I am truly entirely yours.
HP Poem #1173
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
किसी ख्वाब का कभी ऐतबार ना करना,
दोस्ती की हदों को कभी पार मत करना,
खो दोगे उसे हमेशा के लिये,
जो अच्छा लगे उसे कभी प्यार मत करना...

Kisi khwaab ka kabhi aetbaar na karna,
Dosti ki hadon ko kabhi paar mat karna,
Kho doge use hamesha ke liye,
Jo acchha lage use kabhi pyaar mat karna...

Trust merely a dream never,
Cross friendship's limits never,
You will lose them for forever,
Who you like must be loved never...
HP Poem #1227
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
The truth is that which you can't see,
Sensitivity is that which you can't learn,
True love is that which you can't feel,
Trust is that which you couldn't earn.
My HP Poem #1514
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2019
__
Tu aaye, Tu aaye,
You come, whether you come,
Ya na, main jiyunga.
Or do not, I shall survive.
Haan main jiyunga...
Yes I shall survive.

Chaahe kaisi ** doorie,
However long be the distance,
Na ** koi majboorie,
Just there be no compulsion.
Tu mujhse hi judi,
You are connected to me,
Main tujh mein hi samaaya.
Only I possess your heart.

Zindagi mein kya ** maza,
What fun in life is there,
Bin tere jo bitaunga,
If I spend it without you,
Wo jeena kya jeena,
Oh what fun is such a life,
Har pal ** jab sazaa...
When each moment is a torment...

Tu aaye, Tu aaja,
You come, you should come,
Tu aaye, Ab tu aaja,
You come, now you should come,
Phir main jiyunga,
Then I shall blossom,
Haan main jiyunga,
Yes I shall blossom.
Main phir jiyunga,
I shall live again,
Haan main...Jiyungaaaaa...
Yes, I shall thrive...
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This is the last song I composed before my rebirth after that gravely serious accident. But the song in itself was the tombstone of my first relationship. I composed the song in high sorrow and with all the anger I could manage to veil my tears. A song to disport myself from my first-ever break-up I would term that.

I cursed her as badly as I could and at the same time I said the words that I could say earlier to avoid the break-up. Its basic theme meaning is depicted in the opening line meaning 'Whether you come or don't, I'm gonna live.'

But the lyrics can be misleading as this song is made not only to give vent to the ire my first girlfriend invited but also it hopes that some ideal girl of my dreams (only imaginary) would come and love me in a way which I desire to be loved.

Everybody needs love.
True.
I'm currently happy with the love and care I get from my parents.
Though their care creeps to my nerves at times, they prove to be right most at of the instances.

So, I need my lover to love me better.

My HP Poem #1748
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2016
Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na, (Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga. (I will live, yes I will.)

Jeewan Ka Har Maza, (Each fun of life,)
Main Ji Bhar Ke Lutaunga, (I will enjoy wholly,)
Tune Diya Hai Jo Dand, (The punishment which you have given,)
Main Karunga Ise Bhang. (I will dismiss it.)

Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na, (Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga. (I will live, yes I will.)
Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na, (Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Kab Jiyunga, Kab Main Jiyunga. (When I'll live, When will I live.)

Jeewan Mein Kya Maza, (What sense is there in life,)
Bin Tere Jo Bitaunga. (If I stop believing in you.)
Woh Jeena Kya Jeena, (Would that be a life at all,)
Har Pal ** Jab Saza! (When each moment I spend is a punishment!)

To Tu Chhaaja, Haan Tu Chhaaja, (So be the shade over me, yes please,)
Main Phir Jiyunga, Haan Main Jiyunga. (I will live again, yes I will.)
To Tu Chhaaja, Ab Tu Chhaaja, (You spread over me, now please,)
Phir Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga. (And I will live again.)
I had simply modified one of my last songs composed before the life-threatening accident with a largely positive twist to make it seem more like an ode to the Almighty instead. It was also a vengeful challenge that I had taken up intending to rewrite my own destiny. So it used to give me supple relief singing, recording and listening to it again.

My HP Poem #1100
©Atul Kaushal

The title is pronounced as /tu chaahay/.
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