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Àŧùl May 2013
I plan to give her pedicure once again this time.
She will be happy and bless me from her heart.
And her smile will be so content-filling to me.
Her blessings are such great that I met you.
It was on the last year's June 19, Tuesday.
She will complete fifty two years this year.
You led me here we were friends on 19/6/12.
If I must remind ourselves then I'll recount it.
We had met on the biggest socializing website.
Then you & me were like the beauty & the poet.

Here I have written several poems just for you and I know you enjoy reading those because you told me.
My mum lives over three hours away from where I live.
Written for my best friend, Kripi Mehra.
^_^
;-)
My HP Poem #224
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2024
I am waiting for her.

Arid responses will not encourage me,
Married to some stranger I shall not be.

But before you marry me,
Obviously, you should love me,
Right now I'm bereft of true love,
Erase my grief, don't be tacit,
Don't be brief, it's not implicit.

Away from me,
Lonely she's not,
Only sincere to life,
Not distracted by me,
Easy it's not to entice her.

Air in the room suffocates me,
So does my anonymity.

Hailing from the metro,
Early it is for her, a tad bit,
Love can certainly wait,
Love can surely grow.

But for her, I'll get an Enticer,
Up to her, I'll make it,
That's a promise to myself.

Her lips I'll long for,
Oh, not for a kiss,
Personally for some words,
Especially of admiration.

Thoughtful she's not,
Okay I'm not.

Beautiful dreams take time,
Especially as I'm weaving them alone.

Life, it gave me lemons,
Of all, I can't just make a lemonade,
Validation and I need some love too,
Efforts I put need validation,
Don't keep me deprived of love and attention.
2° Acrostic

My HP Poem #1977
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2020
I am waiting for you to listen,
I am watching you go.
My HP Poem #1877
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Grinning over His shoulder was the Devil,
Smiling over My cries was the Lucifer,
He had sent me down the abyss of Gloom.

But I am not the usual common human,
And I have the blessings of Hanuman,
The monkey God Hanuman protects me.

More than dogs I worry about,
When it comes to Animal rights,
I focus on all the animals my writes.

Swollen pieces of my written word,
Never fail to fly with wasp wings,
I'm winning the battle with fire.

Find my winning wasp wings,
In there with written word wind,
Wasps of all my meaningful words.

Hillarious Clintonne will pay the price,
Of her husband's misfitting misdeeds,
They had made such America that bleeds.

But not a person ever knew,
Walt Disney's creation wins,
Donald Duck rules America!
Deep meaning.
Don't insult the language by being abusive in your poems.
Uncle Donald Duck rules America.

HP Poem #1248
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I put all the effort I could,
I scanned all methods over,
But I could not get rid of them,
Your memories in my head,
And the waltzing images.
Images of you hugging me,
Your face cupped in my hands,
Our eyes lost in each others'.
HP Poem #1290
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
****, **** as the world teaches you to,
And do not be ashamed that you do,
Nasty world clergy keeping you,
Keeping you rather restricted.

Wanking it off and easing the pressure,
Above *******, you always rise,
Not paying heed to their words,
Kiss oneself as much wished.

**** off your tensions and problems,
And do not be uncertain about it,
Nostredamus did it often too,
Kind of intelligentia do it.
Wanking off should be taught at school and it might improve female security.

It will help keep off potential rapists.

No male will ever become a ******, no girl will ever get *****, no human will ever sleep unsatisfied, no female will ever get pregnant when it's unwanted.

HP Poem #1221
©Atul Kaushal

A poem advocating *******.
Àŧùl Jan 2016
These hours & days of loneliness,
Just after a flop love story,
I wanted not.

I desired not,
'Roun' the ticking clock,
Goin' 'lone in the scary nights.

Separation from my will to live,
Knowin' I was just a pastime,
I required not.

I needed love,
Just truthful love,
Not just another infidel.

Soldier of real world,
I fought naught for money,
But for honour and patriotism.

Back home it waited,
I could not fight my lover,
My killer in guise of infidelity.

My mortal remains be taken,
Away from this world,
Into outer space.
The last issue (3/3) to the Indecent Incandescence series.

Not related to my personal life.

My HP Poem #964
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
There are also those few,
For whom only dry winds blew,
They only saw time when away it flew.

Giving them jolts like a bolt from the blues,
Time definitely gave the warriors of time the rues,
For they never-ever even managed to compose the blues.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
He married her.
She was from really far away.
She lived in a home over two thousand kilometers.

He had promised her.
She had been defied by him later.
She was promised by him that he would shift to her land.

He wished to be more active.
She couldn't bear the stench of his breath.
She was having a bad time with it and was more inactive therefore.

He later turned perfidious to her.
She again felt defied and extremely cheated by him.
She could not accept that her husband was doing what she had only heard of.

He never regretted when caught red-handed.
She prevented herself from committing suicide at that time.
She thought of her son on a second thought when she was considering of a suicide.

He could not see beyond the mountains & the valley.
She was scared and could never wish to grasp the tower he offered.
She only considered marriage as a union of souls beyond the basic physical requirements.

He was not as wrong he seemed and his family boycotted him.
She never thought of love to be existing beyond the words and the promises.
She always thought of love as untouched & divine set free from all the requirements & the cravings.
21 Lines of Misunderstanding & Infidelity
My HP Poem #164
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Scared before she could be my only wife,
Flew away on my tender touch a dove.

Abandoning the sinking relation-ship,
Caring not about the poetical trove.

She let me drown in the gifted grief,
Never cared to give me a shove.

To my eyes, it was just another blip,
Her hand was never in my glove.

The calm sound of happiness fife,
Than ego, she wants it not above.

It is strange how she lost grip,
Always like a princess dove.

Melted in heat of real life,
Such was her waxy love.
Rhyme scheme:
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Rhyming is not a job for the dumb.
They hate rhyming poems.
Such fake inferior poets please excuse me.

HP Poem #1293
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2017
We have to defeat our grief,
And we have to make love,
Howsoever it may be brief.

I want you to feel free,
Right now and whenever,
Especially when you are with me.

I can see your beautiful potential,
I see your ***** and am turned on,
I feel that between us not these feelings but love is preferential.
For my newfound source of inspiration

I know that you will feel elated after reading this.

My HP Poem #1666
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
In my ancient age, I foresee, I will be happier
I will be happy in your sweet companionship
It will be all smiles with grandchildren o'ours

So happy will be our marriage, I tell you dear
Tender & soft along with all our time aplenty
We will leave this life to sleep away peaceably
My HP Poem #535
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
Never ever You would know,
This sapling that we grow,
Becomes much bigger,
Even more clearer,
It would carry our dreams.

Up with itself,
Into the sky,
With one,
Creepy,
Or two more creepers.

I could never ever,
Tell You how,
You make,
My own,
Heart skip beats.
My HP Poem #179
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
O mummy & daddy,
You had your chance,
And you had had it.

Now please do not hold me back,
Let me live my life my way,
And I am so very certain about it.

If you're doubtful at all,
You should never be,
Your failures taught me.
My HP Poem #598
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2016
She's hated by most people here,
Because she was wrongly inspired,
Accused of posting others' poems from here to other sites.

No, I do not hate her,
I so admire her innocence,
She did nothing wantonly ever,
For she was unaware of the wrong,
But now she has mended ways,
I see her love handling her,
No, I don't want their separation ever,
Because there are some perfect love stories as well,
And they better be left perfect unharmed.

I'll protect their love story,
As all of the failures I faced,
Impart only positivity to me,
I won't ever let them breakup,
All that remains in my pocket is good.
I personally admire her whom you all hate.
Bhumika Fulwani and her lucky beau Jitin Waghwani, both are mutually so lucky lovers.

I bless them both with my remaining good luck.

My HP Poem #1037
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
It was on the 19th of June, 2012
That me and you became friends
And our similar tastes ensured it.

It blossomed in our shared love for poetry,
Nurtured by songs of love & future-hopes,
Flourished in our understanding natures.

Hopeful I am that our sun will rise,
Hopeful I am that our son will rise,
Hopeful I am that a daughter will rise too.
My HP Poem #255
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
You & Me,
Breathing heavy,
In a close hug,
Hearing raindrops,
Kissing each other,
Passionately.

The drops ******,
The tin shed outside,
Bringing relief,
To our ears,
******-******-******,
So romantic.

They echo us,
And our romance,
Becoming one as they fall,
But they can't feel,
The love we do,
Lucky us that we are alive!
My HP Poem #414
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Our first child will be a girl,
A cutesy sweet baby girl,
She'll resemble you, my girl.
Just a fantasy!
I wish my going-to-be better-half good health and safety along the course of time.
:-)
My HP Poem #309
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
We started childish,
Became mature,
Quarreled apish,
Looked for a cure.

Our relationship is,
Yes flawed it is,
Imperfect it is,
But how sweet it is.

We have had tiffs,
You wept and,
I hardly slept,
But we solved if's.

Our little world is,
Free to fly it is,
Not to cry it is,
But we live as it is.

Gusts of winds blow,
Harsh & dry,
We never cry,
And we do not bow.

It gave us a shove,
Humble dove,
Of purest love,
We wore no glove.

Our hands had met,
We put a bet,
In this game,
Carrying full blame.
♡♥♡♥♡
A toast to the purest love!
♡♥♡♥♡
Cheers!
♡♥♡♥♡
My HP Poem #317
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
We...
Both Of Us Are Madly In Last Love!!
Any Doubts?

Really...
Keep Them In Your Tattered Pockets!!
Where Else?

Vanish...
Let Them Fall Off In The Midway Back!!
Won't You?
When moments are few,
When problems are new,
And I need you,
Come and tell me, "I love you."

My HP Poem #562
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2024
"Angel?" by Atul Kaushal is a captivating poem that delves into the theme of loneliness and the intervention of divine beings in human lives. The poem narrates the poignant story of a lonely sailor who encounters an angel in the form of a mermaid. This transformation of the angel into a mermaid serves as a metaphor for the complexities of human emotions and the fluctuating nature of spiritual encounters.

Kaushal expertly weaves together imagery of the sea, the sky, and the ethereal presence of the angel to evoke a sense of mystery and wonder in the reader. The juxtaposition of the vast, unforgiving sea with the fragile, otherworldly angel creates a powerful contrast that underscores the sailor's feelings of isolation and longing for connection.

The poet skillfully employs symbolism throughout the poem, using the mermaid as a symbol of transformation and the sailor as a symbol of human vulnerability. The interaction between the sailor and the angel highlights the universal themes of yearning for companionship, redemption, and a sense of purpose in a seemingly indifferent world.

Furthermore, the structure of the poem, with its rhythmic cadence and carefully chosen words, enhances the emotional impact of the narrative. The poet's use of concise language and evocative imagery draws the reader into the sailor's inner world, allowing them to experience his solitude and eventual salvation through the angel's ethereal presence.

In conclusion, "Angel?" by Atul Kaushal is a thought-provoking exploration of loneliness, transcendence, and the transformative power of divine intervention. Through its masterful use of symbolism, imagery, and structure, the poem offers a profound reflection on the human condition and the enduring search for connection and meaning in a vast and often indifferent universe.
Àŧùl Dec 2012
STAGE I
You were there like an angel,
True was seeming that *fable
.
I loved you or at least *thought
so,
Love was all that seemed sought by you.

STAGE II
You were always demanding more,
But who knew that it wasn't just time.
I gave it my everything or at least thought so,
Love wasn't all that was actually sought by you.

STAGE III
You were always wanting me harder,
But I am not a pleasure machine.
I wanted to be a human again,
Love wasn't sought by you.
What I thought to be love wasn't love entirely,
For she loved my presence not my absence.
Àŧùl May 2013
Shhhhhh.......
Fewwww.......
Vhhoooo.......

The blowing wind tells you to be calm...
It tells you to be generous with the hard work...
And tells you to be strong all the way...
My HP Poem #260
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2016
Atul said:
We'll dine together,
We'll dance together,
And we'll relax together.

We'll create possibilities,
We'll explore possibilities,
And we'll plan possibilities.

We'll flirt sweetly,
We'll play mutually,
And we'll love heavenly.

Aisha says:**
Walk on the streets late night,
Holding hands so right,
Lit are no lights,
Listening to our sighs,
A golden peace in our sights.

We do not allow anybody,
To separate our united body,
We show the world so boldly,
How we move so lovingly.
An Atul-Aisha collaboration.

My HP Poem #1070
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Just You,
Just Me,
In This,
Light & Cool
Breeze;
What Else Do We Need?
For my favorite person - Kripi.
http://hellopoetry.com/-kripi-mehra/
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
I am a mental man,
The feelings are so true,
I am a genuine man,
Sentimental man.

I had cried like children,
In sheer repentance,
Repentance of exposing,
Exposing my love to him.

For he was less of a friend,
More of an obsessive flirt,
He enticed her and I lost,
I lost a lot of my sanity.

I am a motional man,
The gait is a slightly limpy,
I am a touchy man,
Emotional man.

I had pent up my tears,
The evening was blue,
Took a purple shade my ears,
Reasons to live were so few.

I was not possessive,
But just highly insecure,
Because leave me she may,
I don't want her to regret her choice.

For I had loved her,
More as a father,
And less like a lover,
A guilt that will stay forever.

Because it's her name,
Her name is tattooed,
Even in this thought,
And onto my heart.
My HP Poem #1559
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Whatever may cometh,
You carry on, oh sailor!
Whatever you may lose,
Move on, oh dear sailor!

Oh, I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.

Carry the memories along,
To the umpteenth furlong.
May them be good or bad,
Just prize it what you had.

Oh, I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.

Howsoever may be the day,
You have to move on today.
What you'll get in your life,
You'll play the relaxed fife.

Oh I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.

Whatever may cometh,
You carry on, oh sailor!
Whatever you may lose,
Move on, oh dear sailor!
My HP Poem #1504
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
An unspoilt child,
An unsoiled player,
An unpopular mild,
An unfaithful lover,
An uncool boyfriend,
An uncouth girlfriend,
An unhappy poet?
As I am an unhappy person, I can not really be a good poet.

My HP Poem #1622
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Epitomized fame, didn't she,
Atomized the blame, didn't she,
On herself, she put all the blame.
Did not knot it loose, she didn't,
Did never feel satisfied, she didn't,
Fed up with life, she ended her game.
Such was a lover who ended her life.
An Indian TV actress named Pratyusha Banerjee ended her life after hanging herself in her house from the ceiling.
She acted in the blockbuster Indian television series called Balika Vadhu  for which she also invited many accolades.

The actress's boyfriend is now being blamed because he & his ex-GF instigated the actress to a suicide.

This poem is a tribute to the departed soul.

My HP Poem #1047
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
What happened to the love I felt,
All the love I dispensed to her,
Where did her faith waiver,
How could she unlove me,
Why she forgot about it?
My HP Poem #1562
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Tell me what happened,
What happened to the two of us?
What went so wrong,
Tell me if you know.
What you took offence at,
Have I said something so wrong,
Why have we separated both our ways,
Tell me if you happen to know,
What happened to the two of us?

Breaking away everything like this makes no sense,
There was no secret that was let to remain from each other,
Then how come I am silent, how come you are silent,
Why something suchlike happened,
Tell me, come tell me.
Such a trivial issue has blocked our way,
What happened to the two of us?
Why did you - why did I walk away,
Come tell me what happened to both of us?
What secret do you keep in your heart?
Why are we so apart,
Smiling on the surface,
Sinking to the bottom then?

What happened to the habit of telling each other every single thing,
What happened to the attitude of blowing away our differences?
How did such cool attitudes change,
How did such a tiny issue broke us apart?
What became of that positive nature,
Why such small issues bothered us?
What secret do you keep in your heart?
Tell me-tell me, tell me-tell me,
What's wrong between the two of us?

C'mon, now c'mon,
Just tell yourself why you gave up,
Why did you give up?
My HP Poem #1123
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2016
What have you done creator,
What have you made me!
Why did you make me!

I was your angel,
Down-down I fell!
Demon I became!

I fought till the end,
What did I achieve!
Why did I achieve!

I always thought I could,
Not once I thought I would fret,
But I fought till the end of it.
Inspired by Jal the Band from Pakistan.
Their song Kia se kia bana diya is a dig at terrorism.
My HP Poem #1093
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
What I Forgot...

I Can't Actually Recall That,
But I'd Again Try To Pull It Outta My Hat.

I Barely Remember It,
But A Smile Comes To My Face,
Whenever I Get Any Faint Hint.

Her Face Flashes In Memory,
As I Try To Recall Her Face,
In My Moments Of Loneliness,
Of Inexplicable Emptiness.

Her Sweet Voice Rings In My Ears,
As I Get Bored By Stuff,
In The While I Pass Through Clears,
Of The Forests Feeling Lonely,
Trying To Divert My Mind & Attention.

The More I Try To Hate Her,
The Less I Succeed.
The More I Try To Erase Her,
The Less I Succeed.
The More I Try To Forget Her,
The Less I Succeed.

As I Get Along With The Void She Created,
I Realize Her Value - Miss Her More.
Any Other Cuter Girls Whom I've Dated,
I Can't Find Her Exact Successor.
And As I Spend My Days In Solitude,
I Long Again To Kiss Her,
I Wish She'd Know That I Miss Her.

I Forgot How To Get Along,
People Often Translate Me Wrong.
I Forgot How To Actually Smile,
I Find The Society Standing At A Mile.
I Forgot How To Be Happy Alone,
Not That I've Never Been That Way Before.
I Forgot How To Properly Kiss A Girl,
Was It By The Lips Straight Or Given A Twirl.

What I Didn't Forget Is To Write,
And To Read.
I Didn't Forget To Go To The Burial Site,
And To Lament.
What I Should Keep In Mind Is The Reality,
And Focus On It.
I Shouldn't Repent Over The Breakup's Gravity,
And Overcome It.
I Should Abandon This Surly Look On My Rigid Face.

A Small Smile Comes To My Lips,
As I Put Away Her Memory Forcibly.
She Sure Is A Beautiful Memory,
A Memory I Love To Revisit All The Days.
Though This Isn't The Life,
The Accompaniment I Desired.
I Still Don't Try In This Existence,
To Find A Replacement.
I Still Love Her I Feel,
Oh! Forget It - I Escape.
My HP Poem #21
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2016
No regret,
But a realization,
That life is bigger than success.

That life means to share smiles,
Farther & wider,
No pains.

Share just happiness,
Ignore the sadness and laugh,
Nobody else cares about your tears.

In my dreamworld,
I had ignored my happiness,
Searched happiness in others' smiles.

This is a real world,
Survival of just the fit ones,
Traumatized live the idealist fools.
My HP Poem #1064
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I invested in love.
Then I kindled it,
With faithfulness.

I sowed the seed,
Then I watered it,
With so much care.

I am so well-versed with life,
Then I know a thing about it,
With patience, it only ripens.

I want it to grow,
Then I must care,
With high patience.

I planted the tree,
Then I must wait,
With selflessness.
HP Poem #1326
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
After 6 passing affairs,
Now I accept that I will be alone.
Now I should get married,
Choice be of my parents' interest.
Even if I don't marry anyone,
I will survive just for my parents.
1. KP(W)J (15 months girlfriend) - my first ex who is married now.
2. S(B)S (6 months girlfriend) - my second ex who is also married by now. Broke up with me after my accident.
3. GK (3 months girlfriend) - the first girl who double crossed me and is going to get married in December '17.
4. VP (1 day gf) - my fourth girlfriend who had another boyfriend and was simply using me as a a time pass.
5. CG (1 year passive gf) - I forgot about my promise to that most gorgeous girl after I sent her to study for her PMT by making her delete the Facebook account and I stupidly started my next relationship. She was back when I was 1 year into the next relationship. She unexpectedly called me on my phone and was really sad to know that I was in a new relationship after I had forgotten about the promise of love. Unarguably my sole mistake ever.
6. KM (3 years gf) - she couldn't win over her internal conflicts. She broke up the commitment relationship with me as she was incompatible for a long-term long-distance relationship with me and then I destroyed all of the friendship because I don't want to be used or kept as an option for someone.
7. Loneliness - probably my permanent girlfriend.

No more girlfriends and no more sorrow.

My HP Poem #1531
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2015
Damn she is so cute,
Resting so gorgeous,
Off I take my eyes,
Not able to touch yet,
And I long for her.

Where I lost my sanity,
Amritsar was the name,
Saved I have been now.

Lot of things known,
Or all was unknown,
Shall never drown,
Then I forgot my town.

In her city is lost my heart,
Now painting the lovely art.

Kind & cute she is,
Royal & loyal too,
In all of these days,
Putting in love ink,
I**t is a poetic fable.
Thankfully, I am not known as anyone else anymore.
That girl was surely very creepy.

My HP Poem #871
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2012
You expect me to be what you desire,
Because that's something none of you could be.

You expect me to do what you desire,
Because that's considered highly in the society.

You expect me to speak what you desire,
Because that's untrue & comfortable hearing.

You expect me to silently watch what you desire,
Because that's how you want your race horse to focus.

You expect me to be resilient letting you do what you desire,
Because that's favorable to all your ambitions to be our emperor.
My HP Poem #14
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
As a lot of injustice is what I get,
What I should better get is lost.
I should get lost under this cover,
This glorious cover of anonymity.
Let nobody read my thoughts,
For leglimency I've occlumency.
My HP Poem #1516
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Later one day, we went to a holiday trip.
Together we went, we went for trekking.
We went to the hills, we went for hiking.

As we went on further, she was awed by the scenic beauty.
As we went on higher, she was awed by that colder temperature.
As we went on farther, she was awed by the natural attraction.

She saw a snow-covered mountain peak enveloped by dark clouds.
She was really intrigued by this scene above her eye level.
She ultimately asked me with a smile, "What is that?"

I answered in one line, "Darling, it is my face in the slivers of your hair."
My HP Poem #636
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
The other time death greeted me warmly,
On the night of Christmas Eve I slept.

But I woke up to have a frozen body,
Enter I did a fearful living nightmare.

Lost was my control over myself,
On my own limbs I lost free will,
Very late I seemed to regain it,
Enter I did a frightful thought,
D**ying unloved by someone truly.
I seem to have a disorder with my body temperature which may be related to my blood pressure falling too low when I am asleep.

My HP Poem #1355
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
This is about my beloved physiotherapist.
He tried his best to help me recover quick.
And today the initial period is reminiscent.

Dr. Amrinder Singh Kaler,
My generous physiotherapist,
Has a rather rare surname.

I used to enquire his name,
As I was extremely curious,
Much like a kid I had been.

Brain injury took heavy toll,
Severely quick memory loss,
At times I used to forget it all.

All day long I was apprehensive & confused,
Scared I remained thinking of physical pain,
I would ask them if someone would come.

I would ask him his name during therapy,
My memory was extremely short & poor,
I slowly learnt his first & second names.

But I would still ask him his surname,
I was not be told straight away by him,
He told me to strain my mind & guess it.

To tell him his own name was not easy,
Especially when I was so much in pain,
It was so much difficult for me to tell it.

But after few months' passage,
It didn't pain much to exercise,
As much as when I was worse.

I found it difficult to recall his surname,
I did say several Sikh surnames to him,
I would say all surnames but his own.
Later I started doing it just for fun.
It was really funny to see his frustrated face.

Sorry Amrinder Bhraji, and thank you for your services and efforts.

My HP Poem #485
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Patience is what it takes,
To be happy and successful.

Dedication is what it takes,
To be sincere and well-turned.

Time is what it takes,
To be recognized by a true lover.

Maturity is what it takes,
To be faithful and loyal to one love.

Affection is what it takes,
To be caring and loving in life.

Strength is what it takes,
To be full of fidelity and satisfaction.

Morality is what it takes,
To avoid infidelity and seduction.
Did you have any of it, dear?

HP Poem #1325
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
What lied within your lips,
I could not read it.
What lied within your hips,
I could never treat it.
What lied within your love,
I could not sense it.
What lied within your eyes,
I could never see it.
What lied within your heart,
I could not beat it.
My HP Poem #1138
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
My Eyes Were Transfixed
On
The Plane's Window Pane.
I Was Then Watching Out
Into
The Dark Of Night Skies.
My Behaviour Was Very
Sweet
As She Does Remember.
And So It Had To Be Like
That
'Cause I Was Aged Just 4.
How Can I Tell You My
Fascination
At That Age So Innocent.
Well I Could Only Try To
Tell
Young Age Fascination.
Now I Can't Go Back To
The
Time I Was Aged Just 4.
I Can Only Hazily Remember
This From
Time I Was Aged Just 4.
My HP Poem #295
©Atul Kausha
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Anxiously waiting to meet your beautiful heart,
Alone in private away from the world,
In the shade of time.

Oh dear you possess,
My mind & the thoughts running in it,
So you should know that it's all about you only...

What you say or suggest is always as true as you,
As beautiful as your delicate feelings,
In that cutest heart.

This heart is happy,
Your presence is an extreme privilege,
Promising each other safety we set sail together.

All my negatives will be washed away from you;
Your real-time sweet voice and those shiny eyes,
I do believe your touch will be very fresh indeed.
Just consulted my heart prior to composing this one.
My HP Poem #314
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
My studies have shown me the value
Of the perseverance & dedication
Nice in life is really very high

Although you are upset with me now
My love is not so weak as you think
Our future I dreamed & planned
Under a beautiful sky we will live
Rob me of love even yourself can not

Kindly open the doors for me
Ring your door bell when I do
Indeed I'm a mad egoistic man
Past has that old night of love
I** miss your kiss on my lips...
I am that stubborn, hard-willed and persistent lover.

My HP Poem #1593
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
So pure your & my intentions are.
So divine this love is turning out to be.
So beautiful our relationship is going to be.

What say partner!?
(-; High-Five!? ;-)
My HP Poem #363
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Not my true love 'coz it's just not her thing,
'Coz she's young & just has worldly desires.
HP Poem #1211
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Before she ditched me,
She said it,
"Go to her whom you lost your 'V' to."

Not at all meaning 'V for Vendetta',
She indirectly meant,
'P for purity'.

And I really don't know,
As I've lost it,
I mean that I lost 'M for memory'.

So that only makes me wonder,
If I lost it,
Then too I was reborn.

But my love mattered not,
It didn't to her,
I was just an experimental game.

Love was weak 'coz true it was not,
Again I failed,
Now I'm tired of it.

I'll rather live alone,
Scared of love,
Scared of it I'm to the deepest pit.
I'll let her go now.

My HP Poem #1030
©Atul Kaushal
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