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Àŧùl Dec 2012
Another day passed by,
But this wasn't as uneventful...
Emotions were slightly bent,
Making it eventful...

They disposed off the pain in their noses,
By sending the poor angel out of the nation...
One of them even dubs the protests as being fake,
But while saying so they ignore the steaming notion...

They're unable to get hold of the seriousness which it has instilled,
In the minds of the younger generation who protest the event...
It's not that a really rare event took place in the nation,
But the people observe & react towards it now...

And soon they will forget what they called the protests,
And all of the rest would forget what they protested...
But the day we sit to remember the year past 2012,
We will surely visualize some men attacking a girl...

Another year passed by,
But the next might be fruitful...
Emotions won't face a batter,
Making it peaceful...
© Atul Kaushal
An India Specific Poem.
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Listen again oh time!
Let my darling love have it easy,
Laxen your rules a bit.

Listen again oh time!
Make her toil hardest in studies,
Don't be as easy for her.

Listen again oh time!
I am also taking a shorter hiatus,
My love gets inspired.
We are on a hiatus for a long time, I'll be back sooner.
She would continue doing poetry after 18 months.
My blessings are with Kripi.

My HP Poem #498
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Scribbling away my usual thoughts,
I mostly come across your thoughts,
My shallow beats get deep thoughts.

As they joyfully prance on the dark,
Slaying the darker-grimmer shades,
My brighter thoughts will only win.

In my joyous moments I need you,
In my darker moments I need you,
In my present & future I need you.
My HP Poem #520
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Please don't just jump to any conclusions about poetess Bhumika plagiarizing our poetry.

Probably it is just an attempt to defame her.

Be mature, and anyways who cares about Power Poetry?
Àŧùl Mar 2021
I need another break from my life,
But this time return I want not to.
I want to play the leisurely fife,
But are dead people even happy?
I hear that they experienced a strife,
Their hearts stopped beating,
And their breathing ceased too.
My HP Poem #1914
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
My list of antonyms of death,
Include not just life or birth,
Still not limited to just alive,
Some others I include in the list.

Youth is one of those,
Old humans never get,
Unyouthful they become.

Marriage is a name for youthfulness,
Youth never fades in faithfulness.

Loneliness never haunts few lucky,
Over the years of separation,
Veering away from love never,
E**spousing the spouse forever.
My HP Poem #1513
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2024
Hello Stranger,
Done with the Roka,
It's a pre-engagement ceremony,
But right now,
I don't know what I am for you.

Next will be our engagement,
Then I'll be your fiancé,
And you'll be my fiancée,
But right now,
I don’t know what you are for me.

After that we'll have our marriage,
Then you'll be my Dharmik wife,
And I'll be your Sworn husband,
But right now,
We're strangers for each other.

Let's make it easy,
Let's share with each other
Our likes, and the dislikes too,
Let's be friends until we wait,
Let's get to know each other.

You know about my weaknesses,
It's apparent and obvious,
But behold, I descend into your life,
I have my shortcomings,
But I have my gifts too.

You'll see me spreading joy in your world,
And you'll realise that your world is mine too,
But don't worry,
Just let my love grow in your heart,
Next I'll plant a ring in your finger.

That ring will mark you as mine,
You'll put a ring around my finger too,
And this particular ring will mark me as yours,
We'll be each other's fiancée & fiancé,
I'll make sure that you are fine.

A few weeks after that engagement,
We'll sit in front of the Holy Fire,
And that fire will be our witness,
And so will be the Àgnì Ðévà,
The God of Fire will seal our togetherment.

Right now you're cautious,
Maybe a bit scared too,
You are in the dark,
But so am I, dear,
Don't worry, I won't disappoint you.

And I know that me you won't dishearten,
We'll gel well beyond the physical realm,
The world will soon see us as one unit,
We'll enjoy each day in togetherness,
And it will no longer be an untitled relationship.
My HP Poem #1961
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Blessed with an unusual power I am.
Once I am friends with people,
I can read their thoughts about me.

In the words they say & how they react,
I often find myself skimming my friendlist as they think lowly of me.

(-: But I think I got this power luckily because I read her mind. :-)
My HP Poem #328
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2017
The beautiful baby girl here,
Whom I hold without any fear,
Is named Anushka Sharma.
Don't get too much puzzled,
Only that the names are same,
Nothing to do with the actor.
And you know what,
She doesn't have a weird duck face,
Her heart is plain without makeup.
The baby girl I have held in my arms is also named Anushka Sharma. A beautiful Indian actress with the same name also exists.
The 5 am poem. Saturday, 18th of March.
My HP Poem #1464
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Your presence is benign,
On this planet,
Unto Mars your scent reaches.

Finish the pending job,
Articulation is the work,
Reaching far is your scent,
Tackling this humourously,
Ending this ode I will be,
Doomsday seems to descend.

A** rainbow of blood,
Not visible to humans,
Deathly is the scent.

I mean it for real,
Totally serious.

Wasps from hell seem to sting,
As needles of repugnancy *****,
Sadness descends for forever.

Himalayas seem to be an escape,
On the change of atmosphere,
Rows of roses are required,
Right now and right here,
In an attempt to save us,
Breathing became hard,
Lost was the will to live,
Early was fresh air needed.
You farted and it was horrible.
A dark & seriously funny poem.
Another secondary acrostic poem.

My HP Poem #1381
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2024
Depression can affect you.
When things go against you,
Or they go unexpectedly away,
But don't blow your heart away,
All this is temporary, you know,
When you know, you know,
So, don't cry over things.
However, take care,
If you lose yourself,
You won't know.
It will be known,
To you unknown,
And to the world,
It will be known.
It is the whiskey,
To you, it is risky.
But take care of your liver.
If it fails, after all the abuse,
You wouldn't get your glass,
The Precious Evening Glass.
My HP Poem #2015
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2016
I thought till yesterday,
She was true anyhow,
Even as she ditched me.

But now a ****** name is here,
The Catalyst,
She was cheating me.

In search of the greater good,
She dumped me back then,
But she got back what she gave.

"The Catalyst",
Chose someone else,
Someone better looking.

She is never satisfied with herself,
Always looking for more beauty,
Physical beauty is what she sought.

And look at the comedy of life,
Sharvish sought the same,
He found someone more beautiful.

She was served rightly,
For her unfaithfulness,
For ditching true love for fakeness.
My HP Poem #1068
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
A perfect crime is one
That involves two
Living hundred kilometres away three
It then sprouts into four
Or seldom into five
The crime succeeds if it surpasses decades six
And luckily across seven.
My HP Poem #468
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Her thought on my head,
Waking up to her dream.
Warmth of my bed,
Relish the doughnut cream.
Poetry that no longer bled,
Flowing in seamless stream.
Watching how the day sped,
Remembering my work team.
I now just need to focus what I was fed,
My self-confidence touches a new theme.
The theme is not self-centered,
Now I watch my work's completion beam.
The theme is now work-centered,
I have found salvation in my eyes agleam.
A conventional ABAB rhyme scheme.

My HP Poem #1418
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
How neatly you slash a cut across the target's neck proves your lethality.

And perfection comes with practice.

Just ditch a ****** fool and no blood needed be spilled every time you do.

And the best thing about it is that you remain ****** innocent.
My HP Poem #984
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Smile
In the
Night,
Day will be
Here during
Ill-light.

Benign will be your presence,
Exhausted I am now,
August will be your presence,
Unite with me,
Think about it,
Y*ou're the reason.
For the sole Sindhi Beauty I am aware of.
My HP Poem #1450
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Applegate sounds like
Like a gateway to the Garden of Eden,
With fruits like apple it has been laden.
Like a nutritious surname fit for health,
That health which helps making wealth.
http://hellopoetry.com/-jessica-applegate/
My Hello Poetry Poem #201
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2018
Dear Pooh Bear
I can never get over
The memory of your scent.

Never let me
Find you gone and
Just stay here until the end.

We have a dream
To pursue and achieve
For our cute next generation.
My HP Poem #1703
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2019
My biological birth anniversary is coming,
Just two weeks are still remaining.

Turning I shall be twenty-nine,
I hope to be at my birthday fine.

Study I shall more for my exams,
These won't get over till later days.

The toughest examination I wrote,
With my blood, I had written it.

May 7th, you know the day,
It is my second birthday.

Second birthday as a disaster,
A disaster that was averted.

The year was Twenty Ten,
Fall I did off the bike then.

Plunged into a deathly coma,
I scared both my Pa and Ma.

However, here I am, rhyming again,
Writing poems to forget the pain.
My HP Poem #1816
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You may be so far-far,
But it hardly matters,
Our friendship will take its stands.

Stand these time's sands,
No matter how it jitters,
I will be me, you'll be who you are.
Mere Yaar: My Friend in Hindi/Urdu
An English-Hindi/Urdu poem.
My HP Poem #163
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2021
A poet is someone who rhymes,
Or at least takes care of structures.
A poet is someone who just sings,
Or rather makes music of the verses.
A poet is someone who bleeds black,
Or even weeps a rainbow of phrases.
My HP Poem #1942
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
She is not my lady yet,
Seven more years and she'd be done with studies.
Till then we just maintain our honesty,
And we pass every test.

All tests posed by life,
We have to be patient & crack each of them.
She must learn more patience,
I must get her as wife.

She is not my lady yet,
But she surely is the maid with dark hair.
But she realizes now that,
She is my love & life.
:-) :-) :-)
My HP Poem #186
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2015
It's okay that you thought it was better without me,
Frankly speaking - perhaps a bit rudely too,
You neither actually deserved nor desired me.
So I'm forgiving and apologizing to you too for not being able to be what you wanted me like.
I'm too busy in my coursework,
Too busy to do anything more than penning poems for you,
And that's a reality you can never accept and reflect upon.

My HP Poem #943
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2020
I know how cells are made
I know how to write genetic code
I know how clones are made
I know about disease-causing defects in the code

I know how to swim
Not just how to swim
I also know how to sing
I even compose music
And I also pluck a guitar string

I play the guitar
I play the flute
I play carrom
I play chess
I write poetry
I write novels

But the best thing I do is survive

I survived against odds when death came calling
I survived when most doctors predicted me dying
I survived 108°F fever when the virus was attacking
I survived that accident and now all I have is living
My HP Poem #1879
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
A poor heart is one which finds
No companion
Along the way of life.

A poor person is one which cuts
Another onion
Seeking just to weep.

A poor soul is one which haunts
No one else
But only & only itself.
This loneliness devours me breath-by-breath.

HP Poem #1252
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2019
You can experience it
Coming from most of
The writers around the
Block of Writers Block
Only to be saved by the
Bunch of Writers from
The Writers' Block.

They can call you names,
Ranging from A ******
To A Grammar ****.
But don't be put off,
Don't be put out,
Just hold on.
Hold your ground.

You might have OCD,
The Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,
Don't worry - just channel it well.
Channel it well and play your tunes,
Don't worry about the runes,
They will be all covered with ink.
Yes, the electronic ink.

For all eternity, they say,
You can never achieve perfection,
And it should not concern you.
Just remember your wordlust,
Coin new and better words,
Just play your sweet lute.
Yes, you are so cute.

"What's so cataclysmic about the apostrophe?"
You asked me,
And legitimately so.
It's the difference 'tween us,
Perfection and poets,
Godliness and humaneness.
Divinity and profanity.

"Yes, perfection is sacrilege,"
I say, "Perfection is an ambition,"
"Of humanity and nature."
I take a deep breath before saying,
"In the knowledge available,"
"It's just a figment."
You ask me, "Where is it located?"

I say:
Find it 'fore some letters,
You can find it afta' some letters,
Lockin'n'poppin words together,
The apostrophe is so savoury & flexible
I just hope that I never become,
A Grammar Apostate -
I'll rather be ill instead.
My HP Poem #1732
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2024
2027 is a prime number,
That 307th prime number.
Even 307 is a prime number.

On December 23, 2027,
I complete 37 years alive,
Even 37 is a prime number.

Time is a schemer,
But I'm also a cheater,
As I relived my childhood.

I was so afraid of math,
I'd had arithmophobia,
My father debunked it.

My parents looked after me,
They re–brought me up,
When I was injured.

It has been quite some time,
How long I would stay here,
But I should always rhyme.

I'm happy earning money,
I survived time's travesty,
In that time of adversity.
My HP Poem #2027
©Atul Kaushal

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1. Mathematical concepts (prime numbers, 2027, 307)
2. Personal milestones (37th birthday, December 23, 2027)
3. Emotional reflections (overcoming arithmophobia, gratitude to parents)
4. Philosophical insights (time's unpredictability, resilience)

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2. Appreciation for family
3. Resilience in adversity
4. Celebration of life's milestones

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Àŧùl Jun 2013
"Atul, my wife is scared to nuts of water.
Any suggestions?"

I replied, *"And what makes you conclude this?"


He then said, *"Last evening when I came back from office,
She was sitting in the bathtub with the watchman."
Couldn't help but share this joke! :D
My HP Poem #313
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
I remember the first time at 17
I got hold of the pair of her 30Cs
I looked briefly at the tasty areolae
I stuck out my neck staring greedily
I was brought back to my senses when
I felt her left hand softly sit under my chin
I lifted her up in my arms and put on the bed
I heard her panting as I was kissing her ***** skin
I then lightly touched her areolae with my lips & tongue
I found her hands gripping my head and her fingers brushing
I paused suckling her to softly wield my fingers over her tiny areolae
I did my best to satisfy her but she asked for more which was averted by me
I didn't want to commit The Divine Sin with a girl who probably wasn't my future
I don't regret choosing my naivety & hers too, unperturbed by the world's jeered laughter.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2021
Oh my lover,
Do not mind my haircut.
If you miss my longer hair,
See an older picture.
I am surely bigger than my locks,
My experience is the greatest.
My HP Poem #1909
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2020
Tired of being tested, cheated & insulted,
He renamed himself as SORRY...
So that everyone apologizes to him,
For every single sin,
That he was made to suffer for,
But committed by all of them.

He faced death,
And survived.
He is unlucky,
And cursed...

Unlucky because,
He did not die...
Only to lead a half life...

Cursed because,
He is so lonely...
Only to lead a solo life...
My HP Poem #1874
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
Where did the first border appear?
I wonder and I wonder more.
The answer doesn't come out freely.

Probably on a piece of paper.
Or a cave wall perhaps..
Or on an insecure conscience...

They followed the dogs, lions and tigers.
They didn't take clues from the Albatross..
They were unable to make it a one world...

Fought for meagre pieces of land in a bid to expand...
They forgot that the wind blows beyond borders..
Animals and birds don't consider any borders.

Let's put our poetical hands together now.
Around each other's shoulders & waists..
Let's rhyme away the borders & nations...
My HP Poem #404
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Hey gorgeous young lady,
I have seen you in my dream,
The land of Utopia you ruled,
Maybe as the crown-princess,
Like none other you shine,
I have not seen anyone like you,
Your uniqueness is unparalleled,
Truthful in the darkest hour are few.

Your hair is even darker than night,
The smooth curls of it are spiral,
I could get locked in these locks,
Just tell me you are mine,
Your eyes lead me to the heart,
What heavenly are you art,
Tell me where that artist is,
The one who sculpted you.
My HP Poem #952
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
We were chatting for the first time,
I asked if he was an Indian.
He said, "No, I am a European."
Now I said,
"Sorry, but you are no longer a European.
Your UK dumped EU.
So EU dumped you!
Now your islands were kicked further northwest.
The Germans finally had sweet revenge. :-D"
:-D
My HP Poem #1810
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2017
You were beautiful,
At a time when you were mine.

You were beautiful,
When you drank love wine.

You were beautiful,
Till you became swine.
My HP Poem #1647
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2014
Blessed will be the day,
No clouds will be gray,
Month will be hot as May,
Incantations the priest will say,
We will 7 times go 'round the flame,
Thence we wouldn't be in any fray,
All coming to our life will be love.
My HP Poem #655
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2020
Our Āryāvärŧä is in danger,
Our home planet since eternity,
Now we must all perform an exodus.

A mass exodus wasn't something we planned,
It's an emergency as our planet disintegrates,
Our home has now endured a nuclear war.

The third orb in the Helios system supports life,
We must vacate this planet and go to that one,
We must, regretfully, forget our memories.

The planet currently houses primitive life,
We shall escape this unfortunate nuclear strife,
We need to utilize that planet for our own good.

The big C that kills us here,
It would not be there,
At least for the time being.

We shall go the Āryän speed,
Call the planet Přŧhvī now,
Since we need a Mother.

Goodbye, oh planet Āryāvärŧä,
You were the Hïnđū Māŧřä Bhūmï,
Now New Horizons we must choose.
My HP Poem #1835
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
There's a saying which is popular in this world,
They say the feeling of love diminishes...

We also fight a lot of days in the beginning,
But I'm confident that our love won't abate..

And so we will win our own little world away,
Different from this world and uniquely sweet it'll be.
For the one and only, my only one; forever.
My HP Poem #215
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I used to be a great sailor,
But then I was sea sick,
So I just got retired,
Scared I am of all the ships,
Especially of relationships,
I don't want to **** myself sweetly,
So scared.
HP Poem #1267
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
India was a secular state even before recorded history,
We welcomed all religions even before time,
Jesus is said to have come to Kashmir after Good Friday,
The English were welcomed just for business,
But what they did was occupying the nation,
As if that was not enough in itself they tried partitioning us,
After they endured the second world war,
They did decide to leave India to mind theirs,
But they decided to divide us into two.

One was the Islamic Republic of Pakistan,
Another was named as the Republic of India,
While they just tame corrupt extremism,
We tame irrationally extreme corruption,
We host unrealistic & unimaginable scams,
Sinners of all kind in the world are present here,
But there is some hope from our secular identity,
We are a progressive nation and I am so happy today.

One day will definitely come when India will be reunited.
A Republic Day write.
Our guests Mrs. Michelle & Mr. Barrack Hussein Obama are surely enjoying themselves a lot.
He is visibly impressed.

My HP Poem #762
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
You may try going,
As far as you can go,
But I know, yes I know.

You are missing me bad,
As far as I may keep trying,
But I know my final destination.

You failed to get me once,
Oh Death, slow death will come,
Immense emotional decay to fill in.

You must be frustrated,
Why does he not just die,
Probably you should concede it.

You can never forget me,
Stop trying it Lady Death,
I have with me my sweet Lady Luck.

You must be tired now,
Why not take some rest,
Probably even you should sleep.

I will die when it's time,
Not now do I plan to die,
Yes, I will when I need to sleep.

Knowing your strength,
I pay you respect truth of life,
I am not questioning your powers.

But what defeats you,
Is your own demon within,
O sole truth of life you get arrogant.

Having taken life for granted,
You refuse to accept defeat by it,
Each current, planned & unplanned life.
My HP Poem #732
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
I'm fabled not to be a ******,
Accused of being a *******.
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting under nor of getting on top.

I'm fabled not to be a ******,
Flouted of losing it in Agra.
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting inside a hotel nor to the bed.

I'm fabled not to be a ******,
Sentenced not being chaste.
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting loved in bed nor of making it.

So I guess that I am as good as a ******.
At least mentally.
I had met with an accident after which I lost selectively few parts of my memory and the girl who accuses me of having bedded her, she has already gotten married and is now busy in casting a blame upon me.

But yes, I agree that there couldn't be a place more romantic than Agra, the city of the Taj Mahal, to lose one's virginity.

In India, the chastity of both boys and girls matters equally for marriage.

My HP Poem #1384
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2017
If loving you completely,
As I found myself in you,
Could be termed as a sin,
Seen through spirituality,
Then I don't mind my life's sin,
And I'll proudly carry the guilt,
As I have you as my happiest gift.
My HP Poem #1673
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2017
I try to kindle a sweet pupa
As I bring it here to my room
And I keep it there on the floor.
Then I start to observe it regularly.
Soon one day it starts to stir up
So I try to help the moth inside
And I cut its pupa with a knife.

What came out was a beautiful butterfly!

But the butterfly would not fly,
Instead it started squirming there,
And it looked quite pitiful grounded.
The natural struggle had been absent.
It was a sinful mistake at that time,
My helping it break open its pupa,
It had not learned to struggle.

I watched it staying so grounded there!

I could not make it learn anything,
My helping it metamorphose was bad,
And it was actually criminally awful,
Now it will spend its life thinking,
And only thinking that it is normal,
Lying & squirming was its capability,
I hate myself for ruining the pupa.
I am so sorry for The Mystery.
I have realized what mistake I made.
It was totally wrong trying to manipulate.
I'll admit that I should've stayed away.
Now the girl might never realize it.

But she had a lot of scope to toil hard.
Toil hard to reach the pinnacle of success.
I'm sorry to have ever come close to you.

Please don't be like the disturbed pupa.
You can do a lot of hard work yourself.
Please don't hesitate to work hard in India.

Away from India you have to work harder.
And I have known more stories of people who broke down.
Please don't think that you must do the opposite of whatever I say.

I rest my case in hopes that you will not do your own damage in a bid to show me that I have always been wrong.

I wish that I could revert the time back to December 31st 2012 wee hours when the actual damage happened behind the veil of love.

It was untimely love for you and me.

I don't say anything like you were immature for love at that time but I just wanted to recount the things as they came out.

My HP Poem #1469
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
Oh baby you drive me,
So freaking crazy,
I yearn for you, baby.

Oh baby you make me,
So feeling wanted,
I learn for you, baby..

Oh baby you take me,
So farther away,
I turn for you, baby...

Oh baby you thrive in me,
So full and frizzy,
I live for you, baby....

Oh baby you are awake for me,
So difficultly daunted,
I relive for you, baby.....

Oh baby you ache for me,
So smarter way,
I give love for you, baby......

Oh baby why I feel so calm,
So genuinely in love,
I take inspiration for life, baby.......
My HP Poem #409
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
There are just so many snowflakes falling from the sky each year,
That you and me, she and he, even your pets could lend their names to the snowflakes,
And not worry about them being duplicates of each other,
Because just like all human beings have different physical characteristics,
Each snowflake is amazingly uniquely structured,
You would run out of names of human beings in all languages,
Numbering each snowflake is a better option,
Mother nature has also made each person so unique,
Why care about the names and origins,
When everyone could have a unique snowflake!
My HP Poem #263
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2015
I'll refine myself,
I will redefine myself,
Around you I'll center my life.

Because of yourself,
So beautiful are yourself,
Yes you will only be my wife.

I love you so much,
You love me as much,
It can be avoided any strife.
My HP Poem #822
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2013
The Time For Humanity To Mature Has Not & Would Never Come. Read on - be intrigued.

Now that I believe for a long time after I attained the age of 22 years on 23rd December, 2012.

Many of the spiritual literature pieces are just contradictory to themselves, why would HE let the occurence of any trouble then and hold only the other end of a jittery life helping us cross to the other end safe & fine?

If you would excuse this question saying "HE can never be questioned and HE alone is the destructor & the creator," then it's just a desperate excuse which you hold to considering theism as flawless & unquestionable, me & any similar people as psychos, or perhaps losers.

I don't discourage theism nor do I encourage anybody to share similar thoughts as mine, but I myself don't encourage idling over the concept of the special spiritual unseen power. I agree that some phenomena like love, kindness, greed, lust & hatred can't ever just be scientifically explained in total completeness by just citing some natural laws of nature or physics. But then again why do we often indispensably need that imaginary hand above our heads for protection or more than often have to spend money in praise of the imaginary hand above our heads?


Any mention about theists' escapist nature would be countered by their many statements of the following kind:

o Us theists, we don't escape problems, we just gather courage when we have identified a problem in our lives by remembering the imaginary hand above our heads sheltering us from all troubles and then tackle the problem with enough strength.

o Theism does neither lack anything divinity nor does it lack even anything evil, both of them are manmade concepts, the world was created as a perfect place for the existence of human race.

o Instead of just leaving us all alone in this troublesome world, He has sent few of His men and we can blindly follow them to resolve our own specific troubles with solutions ideated around age-old books written by great men and we don't need anybody to question our faith wherever it is.
Now please don't utter such curses as "You'll only be deep-fried in hot oil when you die!"
:D
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Statement:
I love her.

Truth:
I do love her but seek to change her, my love is untrue.

She's still a child at heart,
Unwilling to command it,
Wish I could be the same...

I would not say words,
To hurt her many times,
Wish I could be the same..

I take pity at her bad habits,
Forgetting once I was her age,
Wish I could be the same again.

But I know she'll grow up,
She'll meet her real match,
Someone as young as her.

It will not someone be surly as me,
Her match will surely be healthy,
Contrary to me he will be young..

I must live with myself,
I am not made for her,
I am made for none...
But does she not want to change me too?

My HP Poem #763
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2015
Looking at the opposition we face,
We don't get it even a bit!
Surprised at how most of the world,
Treats the lovers as aliens!  
But we are happy being aliens,
Astonished they will be!
~~~~

Watching at their angry faces,
We wonder wot crime we committed!
Stunned we are,
They call us mad!
But we are happy being mad,
Astonished they will be!
~~~~

We will come to collaborate,
In every single stage of life!
They will see our love,
They will start believing in love!
And then too,
Astonished they will be!
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