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 will I live, When will I live.)
Jeewan Mein Kya Maza,
(What fun life would be,)
Bin Tere Jo Bitaunga.
(If at all 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.)
Tu Chhaaja, Haan Tu Chhaaja,
(Be the shade over me, yes please,)
Phir Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga. (And then I’ll live again.)

[Tu hai meri Deewaani, (You're my Inamorata,)
Tu meri hi Deewaani, (You're only my Inamorata,)
Tu hi hai, tu hi hai, (You are, yes, you are,)
Mere sapno ki raani. (My dream girl.)]×2

Main ek naghma hoon, (I'm a melody,)
Tu meri mehfil hai... (You're my audience...)
Main ek raahi hoon, (I'm a traveler,)
Tu meri manzil hai. (You're my destination.)

** keh bhi de, (Oh, just say it,)
Hai mann mein jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Haan keh bhi de, (C'mon, just say it,)
Hai dil ki jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Ab bol de, (Now just tell it to me,)
Kuch na chhupa, (Don't hold it back,)
Aa keh bhi de, (Come just say it,)
** o o o... (** o o o...)

Main teri dhadkan hoon, (I'm your heartbeat,)
Tu meri tadpan hai, (You're my yearning,)
Main tera Maanjhi hoon, (I'm your rafter,)
Tu meri Nadiya hai. (You're my river.)

** keh bhi de, (Oh, just say it,)
Hai mann mein jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Haan keh bhi de, (C'mon, just say it,)
Hai dil ki jo baat. (What you hide in your heart.)
Ab bol de, (Now just tell it to me,)
Kuch na chhupa, (Don't hold it back,)
Aa keh bhi de, (Come say it,)
** o o o... (** o o o...)

[Tu hai meri Deewaani, (You're my Inamorata,)
Bas meri hi Deewaani, (You're only my Inamorata,)
Tu hi hai, tu hi hai, (You are, yes, you are,)
Mere sapno ki raani. (My dream girl.)]×2

Tujhe laga jo ** ki hai tujhe mujhse pyaar,
Jaan, tujhe badi galatfehmi thi.
Tujhe laga jo ** ki hai mujhe tujhse pyaar,
Jaan, tujhe bada sahi laga.
Tujhe laga jo ** ki hona mera kuch nahin,
Jaan, tujhse badi koi buddhu nahin.

If you felt that you indeed loved me,
Baby, you're a girl so naïve,
If you had felt that I had loved you,
Baby, you felt just so true.
If you felt that I am just a sore loser,
Baby, none is dumber than you.

You're the dumbest – yeah you read it right,
For you got scared of an imaginary tempest,
You deserve for yourself not me but the best,
For you, the best is that fair bit less than me.

*Some sorry loser will be yours – I'm outta it!

Tum se hi meri pehchaan hai.
Atul yoon hi nahin bana main.

Tum se hi meri zindagi hai.
Aashiq tumhaara yoon hi nahin bana main.

Tum se hi meri khushi hai.
Pyaar tumhe aise hi nahin karta.

Tum se hi meri santushti hai.
Pyaar tumhe yoon hi nahin karta.

Har kavita mein meri tumhaari hi jhalak hoti hai.
Kavi bada main yoon hi nahin bana.

Har saans tumhaari hi yaad dilaati hai.
Zindagi ** meri tum yoon hi nahin kehta.

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Fr­om you is my identity,
Atul originates from you.

From you is my life,
I am your crazy lover.

From you is my happiness,
I love you just so seriously.

From you is my satisfaction,
I don't love you just for fun.

Each poem of mine carries your imagery,
I have been a seasoned poet worshipping you.

Every breath reminds me of you,
I call you my life not just for saying.

I'm waiting for the year 2020,
Much eagerly.

For thence shall commence,
Our joint life.

I'm preparing for it & rising,
Much early.

Let's tell you a story,
Of art & of dance,
Not all that gory.

She was that dancer,
Not just an ordinary one,
A bar dancer in all her glory.

COVID-19 made it hard to work,
So, she started working online,
And began to twerk from home.

She was safe this way,
From the two viruses,
Both COVID and ***.

Plugged on to the revolution,
Clients were happy online,
And she made good money.

It was raining very torridly that day,
The cold was so frigid here in Karnal.
A pregnant lady was rushed to the hospital,
The Antichrist was born that evening.

Sceptic of old traditions the boy grew,
Not feeling the justification of religion.
Though I know about the good things in books,
But still I am that irreligious man now.

Always approving of the creator God,
That almighty remains unquestionable.
Not He Himself had dictated things to anybody,
I denounce the need for money in faith.

Let me make You remember that time when we fell from grace,
We were a pair of Angels - Gabriel & Isabel in The Team of Ace,
We fell in Love with each other in January - The Month of Face.

Though we knew Love was Forbidden in our Cult - The Angels,
Still We fell in Love for We were most beautiful of - The Angels,
Uriel wanted to ****** all my power as one of The Archangels.

Dragged we're to the courtroom of God and holy Angel Father,
Though The Holy Mother tried We were still given punishment,
So we fell from Grace as they forgot I gave the prophecy of Christ.

She should be sexier than my dreams,
Even more so should she be supportive,
Not selfish at all she should ideally be.

She should be kinder than even me,
Even more so should she be cooperative,
Unimaginably beautiful she would be.

She better be the inspiration I need,
Even for my poetry apart from my life,
Converting my blues to brighter hues.

She should have in beautiful pairs,
Even both of her eyes along with hands,
Untamable be her spirit in the night.

She should have her arms slender,
Even her waist should be such a ******,
Above or under it will never matter.

She should learn awesome cooking,
Even singing will my mother be teaching,
Only that she has to be willing to learn.

She will have my company all the time,
Even dessert will be present in the bedroom,
Only I will love the two of her softies,
And she can grab my golf *****,
As my pole goes in and out of her hole.

Firstly, sit somewhere,
You can never in your life,
And it won't matter whether
You are a husband or a wife,
As a matter of fact you can't
Just make a square in air,
With your right hand,
And
A circle on the ground with your toe.

That is 'cause your brain,
Now just so very humane,
Can't follow this paradox,
Conflicting activities both.

Now position change,
Get down on the floor,
Yes, on all your four.

And you can not breathe in and out,
As quickly with your tongue out of your mouth,
And your nostrils both not being used.

I will be happy with her.

Loving her day & night,
On the bed or in the lounge,
Venice like environment,
Electrifying my nerves.

Your memories do not let me live,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Usurper of our smile will stay away.

La belle femme Indienne aime un soldat,
Le soldat est mort dans une guerre féroce guerre,
La femme Indienne a été laissé seul et veuves,
Elle porte maintenant un chiffon blanc.


A White Cloth

The beautiful Indian woman loves a soldier,
The soldier is dead in a fierce gun battle,
The Indian woman is now lonely and widowed,
So she wears a white cloth nowadays.

You get upset with me,
You do not talk to me,
You then keep mum.
I do not panic then,
I stay calm instead,
I smile wickedly &...
And I rush my fingers,
To your underarms!

Oh how you think that only urbane can write
And publish them blindly thinking it's right
It's nothing but actually underestimation.

You refused to publish my responsible story
And instead published his inspired glory
It's truly nothing but underestimation.

7 Seconds is a story about the Indian system,
Of education and equality but you rejected it
It's on your part a crude underestimation.

You don't worry I won't file a case against your celebrity author who instead of guiding me with further steps in publication, copied my story and changed the nouns along with the setting to totally lift one significant part of it.

Her charm became undone
Exact moment as her cups
Came off for some other

Her hot passion with me
Sadly became an addiction
Videoconferencing with lots

And she proclaimed proudly of it
Unaware that it is not a good habit
She surely used to be cute until then

It behaved as the young dove,
I started chasing elusive love,
It shielded its valuable trove,
I found it hidden in the cove,
It smelt so fresh like the clove,
I gave it a much needed shove,
It fumbled right into my glove.

But I'll move on,
Alone.
It'll be really hard,
Alone.
'Coz I've been that way,
Alone.
For far too long in my life,
Sparing few days of togetherness.
I'm actually solo right here,
Right now.
And no,
I don't want anyone ever again.
'Coz in the end they all tend to leave,
Not caring how they will bereave.

I will miss her,
Not a name here.
But I'll just miss her,
Her very lucid smiles.
And I miss the plans,
They remain a desire unfulfilled.

Come, let me help you glide buddy,
Glide with your the golden wings,
Do not hesitate to jump off the cliff,
Down into the unknown depths,
Along with these blowing breezes,
Now unhook all the inhibitions,
Just jump off and glide in the sky.

We, me & she, love each other
People approve or disapprove
If they approve then it is good
But what if they disapprove it.

We just needed to concentrate
People admire & envy success
If we wish to be together we'll
But we'll just have to go rebel..

So wait patiently for us to wed
Because efforts today will pay
O! Yes they will pay tomorrow
A golden future we'll rejoice...

I* have understood
Over the last decade
That I'm unlovable
And an eternal failure

Only my parents care for me
First Gods they are for me

Truly selfless they have been
Really supportive in my life
Unwavering their commitment
They are the only permanence
H**urting them will be my sin

They call me blessed,
But then I wonder;
Is being unlucky called being blessed?

Then they call me lucky,
Just because I survived;
Do they compare me with someone who died?

They want me to rejoice,
But what they call life,
Is always being in a mood to celebrate called life?

No.
It's called lies.
Incapacity to face the real truth.

Yes.
I will rise,
To give a surprise..

When the Sun rises at dawn,
When the darkness falls off,
When the memory fades away...

As the story goes on,
New leaflets are turned,
The suspense can only deepen!

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The sun knows where my truth is,
Higher than any other thing,
Exactly beside itself.

My thirst for your love
And company so pure
Is just unquenchable
Not permanently though

Miss Universe you are
In my life & future
So soft are your thoughts
Sitting in my mind
Injected into my veins
On the occipital lobe
Not doubtful if it's love

I am so lucky yet so unlucky
Not having you near myself

Multilingual I am although
Yet to meet you in person

Lies I do never utter
I only have the truth for you
Fostering this bond now
Empire of our love is founded

I desire to be your angel
Still is my thirst unquenched

Joyful I am in love
Enticed by a dove
Never sad these days
In my beautiful life
Far from reality is our dream
Although surely reachable

They say that they despise idol worshiping,
But it's easier said than done,
As they still recall their names lavishly.

Often around their neck they are wearing,
But he never asked them to do,
A miniature replica they frequently wear.

Until I am alive,
In my heart you will thrive.

I always longed for company,
Of someone whom I can call my own,
Whom I can tease,
Whom I can pamper,
Whom I can care for,
Whom I can get cared by,
Someone who can love me.

Of the very few parents globally,
My parents did not grant me a sibling,
Who could've teased me,
Who'd have pampered me,
Who I'd worry about,
Who I can always cuddle,
Someone who can motivate me.

There is a saga in your glittery eyes,
It is hidden by your sweetest smiles.
Tanning with time I tell not any lies,
Come let's walk slow for few miles...

All of the roses lack such cute poses,
Your face is the zenith of innocence.
For you & me a bright future awaits,
Read a saga in its image in my eyes..

Goes away that bleakness of future,
As I get a look at your face so divine.
Smile o life dear & just hold on here,
The saga is of success & a happy life.

Unwanted glory,
All of it was so gory,
And I am so sorry.

Why that day came,
And why I survived,
I do not know either.

It is as if I chose dear life,
Of the two choices there,
Now I doubt my choice.

There is no happiness,
And there is no sorrow,
Neither happy nor sad.

Unrequited love I dispensed,
How long will it take for me,
Always I repent after loving.

They ask me my story,
I tell them my saga,
Of love & suffering.

Then they get bored,
Too dreamy a story,
They take it all as fiction.

I am not angry or sad,
But I am only a bit tired.
I am not bored of loving you,
My love is there even in the blue.
I am selfish as I seek Mukti,
But I don't seek fidelity,
Nor do I threaten infidelity.

Loving you is my passion,
My flame for you will never dampen.
Such will be my eternal fashion,
That your blues I'll only ever lighten.
I will never fail in my Bhakti,
But not because I am perfect,
As I want you to be mine finally.

Far from this artificial reality of world,
Beyond every kind of human sense,
There is a place for you and me,
Up above in the unknown.

There's an imaginary place called Heaven,

The day I die and you miss me then just follow me to the Heavens.

Where we won't die or suffer anymore,

It will be just you and me singing sweet soft songs of happiness.

Here we sit holding hands till eternity,

Without having to endure any pain much too heavy & harsh.

Transliteration:
Kabul kab luti ye to na maaloom chal saka,
Magar kamobesh halchal to kabhi se thi.

Translation:
When Kabul was gutted it couldn't be known,
But the drift was more or less the same since long.

I really need me for myself now,
Change I must very soon anyhow.

Enough of selflessness,
I need some selfishness.

New routes call me right now,
Routes to the chaos I must modify.

The routes to my ultimate targets,
Be aimed rather than maimed.

My ultimate targets should be clearer,
The family needs me more than anyone.

Soon I shall be attaining peace,
Pure, divine, singleton peace.

In that virtual world of my dreams,
You feel like the solemn reality,
The only dream which came to life,
You are that sweet girl of mine,
In my heart I do not know where,
I don't know when but it's fine,
'Coz I know in the end we'll meet.

If that virtual world of my dreams,
Ever comes to life in full bloom,
Then we'll both enjoy during days,
And during all those nights too,
Which otherwise would go lonely,
I would sure be blessed by you,
Yes you are the Angel who loves me.

I** know that for sure.

Shall those moments not repeat,
Tilling the land of youth for maturity,
Irrigating the seeds with my love,
Lowered my voice in tensed times,
Lost in your dreams my mornings be.

Lost in these dreams,
Of your plain youth,
Violent violet hues pull,
Encumbering memories.

Yeoman of youth I had been,
Ousting the blues away from
Underneath the carpet of lies.

Bringing up the zombies of stale issues,
Until all of my sanity just vanished,
Trounced & trampled upon my heart.

In this digital ink my heart bled.

Wuthering away my own youth,
In return of momentary pleasures,
Loving yourself via me you were,
Luck has never been kind to me.


Awake I am in your memories,
Loving all the dreams I get,
Wherein I only see you,
Away from the world,
You actually live in,
So prone to negativity.

Righting your wrong I was,
Enchanted by your youth,
Mine was nothing ever,
All was just yours,
In the night too,
Not just in the day.

Lightheaded I always am,
Onto the ground I might fall,
Not poised to die in the deluge,
Ever I will be made to suffer,
Losing next battle of life,
Years are limited for me.

People on earth are segregated,
Their identities always unique.
Not just fingerprints or birth marks,
But exist many more identity marks.
Can be religious like any tilak,
Can also be sacrilegious things.

Mellifluous activity it seemed,
Descended upon me as death.
Even I have some sacrilegious scars,
I will carry them as vestiges of past..
Past where just pain was felt,
Days when only torture was.

Till I get better I can just wait,
Rubbing clear my ***** slate.
Allowing life to smile with herself,
Found her as my pure happiness...
Just waiting for her to come,
I wait in complete patience.

Compared to your savoury silence,
All my loudest shouts are simply vain.

Compared to my frantical madness,
All your boldest talks are simply sane.

Compared to your sensuous whispers,
All my milky ejaculations are simply rain.

Romantic Hindi poem of my creation inspired obviously by love. English translation follows the Hindi lyrics.

Jeene ki vajah tum **,
Na marne ki vajah tum **.
Hansne vajah tum **,
Pyaar karne ki vajah tum **.

Tum **, tum **...
Tum **, tum **...

Aage badhne ki vajah tum **,
Mehnat karne ki vajah tum **.
Ab sudharne ki vajah tum **,
Masti karne ki vajah tum **.

Tum **, tum **...
Tum **, tum **...

Aashique ki vajah tum **,
Deewaane ki vajah tum **.
Na darne ki vajah tum **,
Saans lene ki vajah tum **.

English

You are the reason of my life,
You are the reason I survived.
You are the reason that I laugh,
You are the reason I love you.

You are, you are...
You are, you are...

You are the reason I succeed,
You are the reason I prepare,
You are the reason I improve,
You are the reason I enjoy.

You are, you are...
You are, you are...

You are the reason of my romance,
You are the reason of my craziness,
You are the reason I am not scared,
You are the reason I am breathing.

Breaking things is vandalism,
And vandals deserve a 6×9×12 cell,
But what of sportspersons?

They keep breaking records,
Mostly someone else's records,
And sometimes their own.

Shouldn't they be jailed?

I wanted the girl,
As I loved her, and,
She reflected my love.
But it's a thing of the past.
She reflected my love,
As I loved her, and,
I wanted the girl.

Huge are the empty spaces between us
Distance 'tween the two of us is huge
As if we had been millennia distant
Unaware of each other's existence
I believe that we had had to meet
Long before all this life on earth
Beyond scope of space and time
Yes we will be meeting someday
Xenial rituals we both will follow
Waiting since several incarnations
Since eternity we have been waiting
Crescent of our relationship increases
Plying along the tough roads unfailingly
Equally perplexing are the difficulties
Heads furnished with thorny crowns
Fervently sustaining through them
Moving on the road less travelled
Gaining many milestones we go
Jarring like youngers all along
Kissing freakishly we make out
Night or day - we would not care
Ornamental things wouldn't count
Rarely felt is such love which we do
Quintessentially counting will be love
Trembling is that finger pointing at us
Venerable will be the age of our love

He went to her home in late hours.
She had invited him intentionally.
He reached late in the midnight.
She had long prepared for him.
He smelled roses & lavender.
She had deliberated them.
He had no clue about it.




And just as you are searching for more,
The poem takes an unexpected sharp turn!

I just got some vibes of time,
Some jolly good vibes of time,
That tomorrow will be a good day,
That tomorrow is every next day,
So I should rejoice & not be morose,
Because 'morrow's gonna be good,
Yes, tomorrow is every next day.

But it's never today,
It's always tomorrow,
Tomorrow it'll be the day after,
Happiness comes after it's too late,
But yes,
I got vibes & I'll be happy someday.

Till the sun shines high above,
And I'm alive,
That hope remains,
I'll be happy emotionally,
I wasn't yesterday,
I'm not today,
I'll definitely be happy someday,
I'll be happy someday.
Yes, someday..
Someday...

The things I say might make you cry or make you feel bad about your current situation but try to see the depth of it, the meaning...

It's fear what's stopping you. Fear of facing who you are! Accept and challenge yourself...

Don't just get settle down...We always have two options Atul, either remain at the same level or become better.*

Everything you said is just a hypothesis,
And your hypothesis is your hypocrisy,
I have had spent my tears in gone time,
But now I won't cry for a girl like yourself,
Coz neither you loved me nor do you cry.

HA-HA-HA!
They surround me in the middle,
Their maniacal laughter pierces my ears!

HA-HA-HA!!
They group lick their lips around me,
They bring out their knives ready for lunch!

HA-HA-HA!!!*
They stab me with all their crystal knives,
But What Kills Me Is Their *Villainous Laughter!

Instead of door slamming,
Listen to heavy metal music,
And engage in headbanging.

Instead of giving into violence,
Listen to the sounds of violins,
And practise non-violence.

The fever rages up,
People say it's because I think too much.
Perhaps I would give my brain some rest now.
My throat is also aching and there's not much of relief each passing moment.
It gets even worse than what it looked like initially.
On a small offing as I need to recover from this maddening hot feeling around my eyes.
But I'm me, I can survive much tougher things, what's this viral fever's plight.
2-3 days offing is much needed.

It's your voice ringing sonorously in my mind,
It's your eyes that I see your world from.

I don't actually mind it if I turn blind,
When you're here there's nothing that I fear..

And even while you are gone away from me,
You don't actually go away from my mind...

We always live in the cottage of our dreams,
Not hidden but simply away from their sight..

This dream-home will be a reality one day,
We'll reside in mother nature's cosy lap.

Up over the foothills,
Beneath the mountains,
We live away from civilization..

Singing along the birds,
Ashore the dancing brooks,
We enjoy our simpler lives fully...

I have a dream.
Yes, I too have a dream.
A dream of a happier future,
A dream of a brighter tomorrow,
A dream of a lovelier morrow,
A dream of a beautiful wife,
The dream of a better life.

And I picturize it with you,
But this dream is so volatile.
It might perish unrealized,
If I do not achieve you,
You are not just a person for me,
But you are even an aim,
And I am the soldier for it.

Waiting for you,
Knowing that,
You study,
Dedicatedly...

Waiting for you,
Knowing that,
It does take,
Time..

Waiting for you,
Knowing that,
The result,
Is strong steel.

Creepy* is My Cute Angel and they know who I talk about,
Waiting as she valiantly fights one of the First Major Wars in her life,
Though I know that she is constantly being missed by me, I know she must win.