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Àŧùl Sep 2016
Wait before you start thinking,
You should wait and complete this reading,
Can it not be a tool for worshiping?

Inspiring idols of deities like Durgā,
You feel so cared for by their motherliness,
Can you otherwise visualise an imaginary God?

Teachings from the idols of Saraswati,
You get connected to a Goddess's wisdom,
Where else you'd rather gain blessings from?

Wealth from the idols of Lakshmi,
You gain financial security & confidence,
Or is imagining a formless promoter God easy?

Cutest idols of deities like Gaņeshã,
You will love a naughty deity Bãl Krshņã,
Why should you not use idols for worshiping?

Mature idols of deities like Šiva,
You would feel them bestowing their calm,
Should it not be fun visualising them?

Statues are made with dedicated love,
They all invite such respectful admiration,
How would you ever feel the hatred?

I am aware that none of these idols is God,
Neither stones nor pictures can be Gods.
But what bad is a peaceful polytheism?
Do not please be jealous of their art,
And do not hate idol worshipers.
Feel confident and so peaceful,
Try worshiping stone idols.
What I want to convey from the poem is that the idol-worshiping polytheism is a million times better than the monotheistic faiths which make its followers so closed in and insecure of bringing about any changes to their thinking, hence producing the most retrogressive brains which stick to the 'unquestionable' principles of monotheism, often 'killing' any voices that suggested otherwise.

Idol worshiping is much better than killing or imposing a faith in the name of a belief.

My HP Poem #1131
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2020
It was KG,
And
I was very lazy.

Not instinctively so,
But
Because it was all so easy.

Suddenly I was in Class I!
And
I was very simply terrorized!

Enter mathematics class!
And
I was so confused!

Why the hell 1 and 1 became 2
And
Not 11???!!!

Then came calculus,
And
It was everywhere!!!

dy/dx, d^2y/dx^2 and d^3y/dx^3
And
Their integrations!!!

I chose science just for science
And
Not for mathematics!

However, a voice told me
That
Science can't exist without mathematics!

And I am a science lover.
My HP Poem #1858
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
Because I did, in fact, love you back then,
So I can not hate you my long lost love;

Because you showed me a world full of beauty,
I just can't hate you;

Not because I'm unable to forget each night we had a fight,
But I have forgotten all the bad words that you and I said;

Yes I do miss you - and your soft skin & tasty lips,
And though I know that this is just daydreaming I can't stop it;

Because I did, in fact, love you back then, I accept it, and,
So I find it difficult to accept that my own choice was wrong.......
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
When it was all so true,
I felt so new and so did you,
Why did you quit then?

At a time when I loved you,
Even you used to love me,
Why did you get lost then?

My track record was loyal,
Not once did I cheat you,
Why did you cheat me then?

When you needed me,
I was not much far,
Why did you consider me incapable then?

At the beginning of your youth,
Very cute you were,
Why did you start putting makeup then?

My requirement was not beauty,
Not a shallow person am I,
Why did you misinterpret me then?

All I had was love & faithfulness,
You should have given me both or either,
Why then should I feel so cheated?
HP Poem #1235
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Because I was surreally cute in childhood,
And I know that my child will be so cute.
And I am unaware who'll bear my child,
Because I do not think any human can.
Because I cannot ever be so compatible,
And to this fact, exception there is none.
But yes, I want to father at least one child.
My HP Poem #1351
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2014
We see a lot of dreams,
Of future life,
With opportunities rife,
In this land,
And in this birth itself...

Though we'll get married,
It isn't for the first time,
Either for you and for me,
But we still tie the knots,
Together we start it again..

Haven't we met previously too,
Hopefully you remember well,
We did meet in previous birth,
We had had made the promise,
You & me marry in every birth.
So we won't be married, we'll be remarried!
The true love stays immortal
My HP Poem #624
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2017
She left him to rot in his dear loneliness,
He spends his life trying to move on,
Exhausted he is with all his love.

Into the depths of loneliness he's lost,
She moved on easily but he could not.

A** perfectly straight man he is.

Loving her through his times,
Excelling through wit & work,
Setting her as his ultimate aim,
Beautiful she was a young dream,
Into hers all his life got pent up,
A new lease of life he searches,
Now is the time to be happy.
My HP Poem #1470
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2018
A new kind of acrostic for my Pooja:

While observing this love of ours,
Over the time this world will be jealous.
Me you will always find by your side,
But we won't let 'em drain our hours,
Mine you are solely & I am only yours,
Over the decades, they will observe us,
We will rather enjoy our lovely showers.

Yes, my love, we are going to be happy,
Over the long time span of several years,
Under the blessings bestowed upon us,
Rose of our love has no thorns,
Up above into the bed of soft clouds,
Onto our heads from the divine mother,
Yes, my love, it'll be her blessing for us.

I love you and that's an irreversible fact,
Nostalgia of her loving caring nature is here,
Toss all the worry away into the water,
Onto the surface of an agitated stream,
Think of us both as the same entity,
Never fear the outcome of a nicely done job,
I am your friend and your mother.

Cool whispers will make their way,
Onto your ears they will make ways,
Medley of pop songs they will play,
Even though we will have differences,
My love you cherish, multiply & reflect,
Over the moonlit sky so dark blue,
Calling all the best caring careful souls.

We, you and me, are blessed to be together,
It's as if we were never different actually,
Let's not worry about the unknown future,
Let's just receive what comes with open arms,
Let's not fear anything that has not happened yet,
It's impractical to worry about the unknown,
What if we succeed should be our thought.

Because you love me like you have never loved,
And I love you exactly like you ever wanted,
Being together should be our foremost priority,
Yes, with each other we are creating magic,
But this is just a hint of our potential together,
And we are capable of a lot more after marriage,
Because you and I love each other so much.

Another thing about this love of ours,
A baby will come into your womb.
Reverse quarternary artistic acrostic poem.

My HP Poem #1705
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
My life that feels complete with you,
It'll all be just incomplete once more,
Be incomplete and so might be yours,
But I'll always & exclusively be yours,
Be it all that romantic nights to come,
It'll be me shielding from downpour,
My promise no drop will touch you.
My HP Poem #523
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2014
All those moments spent in night,
I could better invest in both of us,
Yes that was a definite time waste,
Because they were spent this way,
Lit only by darkness of negatives,
This was possible if at all we had,
Met in a different conditions set.
My HP Poem #619
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2022
Looming here since forever,
Death now seems much closer.
Guzzling oil hovering over,
End has struck the hour.

In the cockpit, the air is stinking,
Reminder of an unwashed mind.
Trick or treat with enemy calling,
Killing their unsuspecting selves.
Oh Satan!

Wretched enemies of humanity,
They unleashed the zombie army.
Why don't they go out to fight?
Left that role to the zombies, yeah.

Father Time will settle scores,
For this Father is a log keeper.
Exploiting civilians for gains they do,
Taking them just as junk in the room.
Wait till they all revolt, yeah!

When in darkness, put on the lights,
Shadow play from childhood calling.
Dropping explosive ****, these birds,
Hand of Doom has struck the hour.

Night of Finale, Satan waiting,
Hide deeper, the nukes come calling.
Burning homes, factories & inns,
Satan shying, wraps His wings
Oh Satan!
Even Satan is scared of the human violence.

My HP Poem #1955
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2
We should respect all wildlife,
Avoid going too near to a bear,
Because such closeness,
Is not adored even by a wife.

Give them their space,
Give them their privacy,
Give them their independence,
And don't endorse poachers.

Give them their respect,
Give them their secrecy,
Give them their homes,
And don't disturb their abodes.

Those who don't do that end up like:
Steve Irwin (2006) – Died when a Stingray barbed him to the heart
Cayetano Herrara (2017) – Killed by a jaguar while filming a documentary
Bradley Richard (2011) – Killed by a saltwater crocodile while snorkeling
Ben Nugent (2011) - Killed by a shark while surfing
Paul Rosolie (survived, but had a close call) - Almost killed by an anaconda while filming a documentary
Timothy Treadwell (2003) - Killed by a bear while filming a documentary

Even pet animals can **** you,
Stay alert, because this list is not exhaustive.

Please note that this is not an exhaustive list, and there may be other wildlife professionals who have lost their lives while working in the field.
My HP Poem #2051
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2015
Flying over a field of red flowers,
These wings of doom threaten.

Away they may vanish now,
For a pretty sight they make not.

The wings are not of flesh & bones,
They are of metals that threaten.

Carrying not a casual bird they are,
But engines of war and agents of death.

Men guiding like agents of the Devil,
Not like motherly angels of the God.

In contrast with the roses below,
They don't give elegant poses above.

Silent death sweeps closely overhead,
Among the roses readies our death bed.
The above poem was inspired by a photograph that Poet Gary Liles shared on Facebook.

My HP Poem #853
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
You don't get wise with last molar teeth,
Owl Baba is a living proof of the theory.

You can buy shooting medals,
And even a black belt in Aikido.
A sarcastic Indian political pun.
My HP Poem #1797
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Those paths to happiness...
Should not have been lost...
I should have not...
Wandered away...

In this journey of centuries...
In this saga of love...
Only if we could have...
Stayed together for love...

Something you could have told me...
That thing you should have said...
Something you could have told me...
That thing you should have said...

Someday we will meet...
That day you will say...
Only if we had not broken up...
Wish we could have been together forever...

I still long for those paths...
The ones that we walked together...
Hand in hand...
In such a way...
That we were together...
Forever...
Wish I could have said it...
Something I could have told you...
That thing I should have said...
Something I could have told you...
That thing I should have said...

Someday we will meet...
That day you will say...
Someday we will meet...
That day you will say...

Only if we had not broken up...
Wish we could have been together forever...
I wished for continuity...
But what I got was a full stop.

My HP Poem #1635
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I can keep writing suchlike & better too,
Only if so chosen by my darling you,
And plain verse it would be cute.

I can bring the stars to earth too,
Only if wished so by just you,
And I will let flow my love.
HP Poem #1214
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Being without my pall,
I don't feel like living anymore,
Even my tears have now dried up,
Time, make me meet my match now.

It's a game my destiny plays,
I was to meet you one day.
In the grooves of our hands,
All of this story was written.
We were together across births,
I had to meet you once again.

May anybody know or not,
This moment is the most beautiful.

Wish these moments get frozen,
Let me become yours now,
I decline the heavens,
For being a tear in your eyes.

This is our ancient love,
But cursed we are,
I can't meet you in this birth.

You gave me such a love,
That nobody pleases me now.
I want to stay like this in this embrace,
And get lost in your breath.

Wish these moments get frozen,
Wish you be mine & I be yours,
Paradise be rejected by us both,
In each other's tears we may dwell.
I had hugged Kripi shortly but tightly in a crisp manner before I got onto the train on 24th of September in 2014 in the morning, after I had been to her place on her birthday on the 23rd of September to meet my dear love.
The above poem is inspired from those moments.

Also, being honest, this poem is a rough translation of the Pakistani band Jal's Hindi/Punjabi/Urdu song 'Kash Ye Pal Tham Jaayein'.

And, I refute all such assumptions that I am a hater of Islam or Pakistan because their genuinely good things like Jal the Band or other such progressive rock bands and similar artists from Pakistan can't ever be completely ignored.

Jal the alternative rock band and similar acts from Pakistan have been a major source of inspiration for me while not many Indian artists succeed to invite such acclaim from me.

My HP Poem #743
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
You don't need enemies when your friends conspire against you.
My HP Poem #443
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Only my parents are helping me survive,
And in their company I mature,
I wish that they be here for evermore.

I so wish someone else could hear me too,
And so I will not be lonely in near future,
Only that much do I now wish for myself..

I've my parents right now to love me,
And none of them is immortal,
Only in my memories they will live on...

I have my parents contrary to an orphan,
And they are really the best ones for me,
Only this much I know as of the moment.

I know that they won't be here one day,
And in a prison I will be trapped,
Only within the prison of loneliness.
My HP Poem #1343
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Oh My Dear Love,
All I want to say is that

Maybe I shouldn't love you so much,
Maybe I am just using my love as a relief,
Surely I'll fall just for you to catch.

Maybe I shouldn't fret about losing you,
Maybe I am just being a bit selfish in love,
Surely I'll not find purer happiness.

Maybe I shouldn't disappoint you in future,
Maybe I can't tell you a lie in love ever,
Surely I'll attain nirvana the day I attain you.

With love,
Yours
A love letter format poem.
My HP Poem #348
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
There's not even a straw of hope,
How to be optimistic puzzles me.
I won't ever have any of the dope,
How to escape what bothers me.
I don't have any moral support,
I'll stop being whitlessly witless.
For that I need some more love.
My HP Poem #1617
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Never met each other yet in love,
Just so very delicate is this dove,
Love has given us a light shove.

An easy loving shove given to us,
We just long to meet each other,
Waiting period of love is sweet.

Even sugar feels so very tasteless,
It has been ages since I last felt it,
Every taste bud now awaits you.

Ranjha and Heer we probably are not,
We'll show them we won't be a failure,
Right before your final flight with me.

I will come once in stark daylight,
On a metallic horse to pick you up,
Taking as much as I can in the fight.

The center of all my wishes is you,
It is known to our kind that is here,
The wishlist expect your is very few.

I'm relaxing with your memories now,
Calm is your cool voice inside my head,
Wonderful echoes of the Crown of love.
Ranjha-Heer are parallel to Romeo-Juliet.
They fight against the hostile backdrop but fail to unite with each other.
We will attain each other, happily but we are to achieve material success first in life and therefore my darling we are going to work harder.

My HP Poem #458
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2014
All the mothers are working all the time right from their birth.
They are always learning and teaching for the sake of humanity.
They stay in our memories even after they have completed their life.
Whether they realize this or not but yes, they are always busy working.
In childhood they are busy learning basic skills required by human beings.
In teenage they are busy learning how to differentiate between right & wrong.
They then learn cooking and get married only to get more busy altogether.
They get extremely busy indeed if they started working at a service job.
Adding to their busyness are children and their bringing up as kids.
We must take care that they don't get depressed due in their lives.
That's the least thing we might do for our respective first love.
Dedicated to my mother and all the past, present & future mothers on this Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day

My HP Poem #627
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2015
Differentiate among The children,
Merely on basis of gender?

They say He created us all,
But we created our ridiculous myths.

And we don't let women enter places of worship.
My HP Poem #922
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Yes
I
Really
Do
From
Her
Eyes!
My HP Poem #356
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
She sure has that x-factor in herself,
More beautiful herself than an elf.
Perfectly carefree she renders me,
Her thoughts leave me in a trance.
I often feel she is thinks about me,
How she is gonna make me dance.
Particularly I'd be hopping a little,
May it be a reality sooner enough.
She definitely has had that charm,
Mere her name saves me from harm.
My HP Poem #591
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 12
I'm your X-Man,
Remember me?
You must, right?

I broke up with you,
You richly cursed me,
I met with an accident.

Almost died, but survived,
You came to look after me,
I survived that major one.

I woke up from the coma,
Not so soon as it took me,
But 3 weeks, oh 3 weeks.

I had forgotten the year past,
Most of it did wipe out in me,
All I recalled was your name.

Then I took 3 more months,
To recall what it took me,
To ultimately breakup.

So, I broke up once again,
Again you did curse me,
To eternal loneliness.

And until now, oh until now,
The breakups are done by me,
Whether girlfriends or fiancées.

But I've defeated a challenge,
Triviality you execrated me,
Yes. 'Twas your challenge.

So, you see now, do you?
Yes, you do, you do see me,
Yes, I'm successful again.

And to taste success,
The agony you gave me,
I braved all, all of that pain.

You, you I never cursed,
For you were loved by me,
I'm glad that you are happy.

However successful I may be,
An infinite grief still plagues me,
No real friends except my Father.

I should ignore the pain, you know,
My Father is here now for me,
I hope he is immortal.

I shall adopt a cat in future,
And the cat will love me,
Remove all the grief.

I'll carefully love that cat too,
Just like my Father loves me,
That liaison won't be brief.
My HP Poem #2050
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
An ugly beautiful relationship,
Or
A beautifully ugly relationship.

A faithfully faithless lover,
Or
A faithlessly faithful lover.
My HP Poem #1639
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Eerie it is!
Your own skeleton!
Staring at you!
My HP Poem #206
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
Tung-tung-tung-tung...
Emanates the sweet sound,
From the school's music room,
Hands move in surgical precision,
Produce melodies uncommon,
Making me so very happy,
Tung-tung-tung-tung...
Just missing my school days...

My HP Poem #534
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
Years to come will pass smoothly,
Yes, with all of the sincere efforts,
We lead a happy life truly worthy.

Brightly, these lights of love shine,
Bear with me, Angel, and survive,
We feel the moments beckoning.

Pointing towards a bright future,
Moments just lingering bit longer,
We sail with hardships reckoning.
My HP Poem #533
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
I just love this season,
When mangos ripen,
We get watermelon,
When sorts of flowers bloom,
And nature is alive.
My HP Poem #1525
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
But a really dire bitter resentment still stays,
Languishing in my memory are those days,
When she was directionless I guided her,
When she felt loveless I pampered her,
It was when she felt physically unfit,
Then I instilled confidence in her,
My social work's she is an heir.
HP Poem #1204
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2020
Every tiny bit about you,
I love it, yes, I do.
I feel elated and elevated,
Each night, I promise to hold you tight,
Only as tight to make you feel warm,
To make you feel that you are only mine.
My dear Mitali suggested the title.
My HP Poem #1848
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Thanks for ditching me,
And showing your reality.

Your real face isn't special,
Just like others you are.

Your love was only an illusion,
I am so sorry for expecting from you.
My HP Poem #955
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Yesterday, it was all so gloomy,
Yesterday, it was all so grim,
But of course, it was yesterday.

Today, it is all so happy,
Today, it is all so fun,
But of course, it is today.

Yesterday, all hope was gone,
Yesterday, all here was tears,
But o'course, 'twas yesterday.

Today, all hope is back,
Today, all here smile,
But o'course, 'tis today.

Yes I feel the difference dear,
I feel happy in the best way,
The reason is you, yes you.
My HP Poem #561
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
My
Adorable
D*arling

I
Do
Not
Think
Of
You
Every
N­ight
Every
Morning!
A funny write

HP Poem #1259
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2017
Right when it was the end of the road for me I thought,
I saw some light at the end of the tunnel so very dark,
Casually being nice and so friendly to a fellow poet.
Hugging my soul so tight in this love-decorated ark,
Enriched I am by your presence in my life,
Need you I do as my compatible loving wife,
Eternally grateful to you I will be even in my afterlife.
Dear, dear Princess bear Pooh, I will always love you.

By that Creator I swear to be with you forever,
Your days will see healthy sunrises with me.

My forever lover you are going to be,
Your eternal lover I will forever be.

Love you I do like our Creator loves us all,
Only careful I am being so I am not so fast,
Vents of oxygen that you have unclogged,
Early days of our relationship will forever last.

A surprising ray of hope you were initially,
Nicknamed you as my dear Baby Pooh Bear,
Did you ever think that you will get your Angel back?

Casually you kiss my cheeks & I kiss your forehead,
And we kiss each other on the lips too,
Righteously I care for your comfort & health,
Enhanced with your love is all my wealth.
You are a super woman, my Love,
And you are
Richened by my love and care.
Another one of my secondary acrostic poems.
My HP Poem #1675
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Yes,
You are so cool,
And so cute.

Baby,
You are so carefree,
And so beautiful..

Darling,
You are so hardworking,
And so inspiring...

Just stay here and my life is a romantically divine paradise.
My HP Poem #817
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
You are my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey.
You're my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey.
I am your life-force,
You dunno it yet, honey.

Live close to me,
You do...
Live with me,
You do...
If you're not here, oh honey,
What's my identity...
If you're not here, oh honey,
What's my identity?

You're attached to me,
You dunno it yet, honey...
You're attached to me,
You dunno it yet, honey...
I'm your attachment,
You dunno it yet, honey...
You're my happiness,
You dunno it yet, honey...
I'm your life-force,
You dunno it yet, honey...
Translation of my original song titled
"Tu Hai Meri Khushi"
https://youtu.be/RG76uwli4F8
Circa August 14, 2009.
My HP Poem #1795
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
It needs an offer indeed.

An offer of a better life,
Bettered with choosing love,
Choice of a wise dear partner,
Dearest be that earnest one,
Earning more than just filthy money,
Filth of loneliness be glowed away,
Glow of love I herewith mean,
Hereto in love's inventive embrace,
Invent they together do just happiness,
Justified are my sacrifices in knightly manner,
Knightly in shining armour of lovely feelings,
Lovely days will descend more lightly,
More than anything else I need love,
Needful of your own love,
Own my heart you do with that pulling force,
Pulling it up towards your queer self,
Queer for me you are definitely more rightly attractive,
Rightly I demand your hand in sweet desperation,
Sweetly sitting in my mouth like my teeth 32,
Teeth - your teeth I have for them the utmost love,
Utmost importance I give to your voice always,
Voice of your adolescence and as I remember when we talked,
We had lengthy conversations which were x-rayed then,
X-rayed with the help of your own,
Your love is what I will long for after reaching the zenith higher,
Zenith of success calls me and how?
My HP Poem #1644
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
As of Them,
They aren't cared for,
They are Your Siblings.
You exploit them,
For necessities.
But I must prevent you,
You from ruining the garden I cherished.

As of Me,
I am the Master,
Of My Puppetry.
I am the Puppeteer,
Of My subjects.
Because I created You,
You believe in Me, My child.
Not knowing that it's me actually who is your brainchild
AKS's HP Poem #111
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
And you got permanently fixed in my heart here.

Who knew just a 'Hullo' would bring us so near..

Poetic world has made each other feel so dear...

What we feel is not just love but it is more clear....

Equally relishing how we write poetry for each other.....

We find so much sweet similarity in one another......

And each day I find you so much more closer.......
My HP Poem #413
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Just stay as much strong as you are,
Don't at all fear any difficulty,
For difficulties are many if feared,
But there isn't if you are courageous.

Just stay focused on your target now,
Don't let your attention divert,
For attention is the key to success,
But you shouldn't be over-confident.

Just stay low & know when to plan,
Don't hurry or scramble in life,
For patience is certainly so sweet,
But avoid being lethargic and lazy.

And when you think that you are prepared,
Revise your gameplan & tactics buddy,
It isn't boring to visualize your success,
Surely prepare as much to succeed tomorrow,
Entering into your persona is confidence with preparation.
A courage-building poem.

My HP Poem #810
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2015
Oh Time,
Come be my friend.
Oh Destiny,
Let your sun shine for me.
Oh Time & Destiny,
Because you can never make me beg.
And that's a challenge,
My own efforts will show it.
You just need to wait,
Just wait for my sheen to blind you.
My HP Poem #926
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2017
You can right the wrongs,
Just get in my bed ****,
And throw away your thongs.

I will be your buddy & dude,
I will take you for long,
And it would be so lewd.
My HP Poem #1651
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Separated from you,
I still find you as my Succubus.

Disconnected from me,
You still find me as your Incubus.

The demons of our egos,
Far more powerful than the desires.
My HP Poem #1141
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
And I am confident that you can do it.

I won't ask you to do things my way,
You are a fine person, old friend,
Upset you are with me, I realize,
But so am I disappointed with myself.

I gave so much advise that you took as restrictions,
Take your independent time just like two years ago.

The online society doesn't care if you get to a good college or not,
But I am genuinely concerned my friend.

Just concentrate on yourself,
Facebook will impede your career growth.

Not that it always does,
But it does if you allow it to do so.

Disengage from Facebook,
You should forget about the world for three months.

These three months of seeming bitterness now will pay,
They will reap for you a golden harvest.

Don't compromise with your duties,
Because I know that you can do it.
My HP Poem #776
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2017
Oh my darling, I really love you,
You have me and I have you,
I'm happy and so are you.

We are yet to meet for real,
Every pain of yours I do feel,
Each other we started to heal.

I am so sure about the two of us,
Relax and enjoy having faith in us,
I am making my life so large for us.

We used to be alone but no more,
Now we're together with each other,
For you I will permanently be there.

This I shall always and forever repeat,
Together each hardship we shall beat,
These moments, away they'll never fleet.

Loving you I've found myself again,
I'm relieved of the never-ending pain,
And I'm so grateful for your love's rain.

I am here with my magical love,
You observe my ingenuity, my love,
'Coz you're the actually magical dove!
My HP Poem #1680
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2015
I have just love for you dear,
Done I am with my advising,
Be confident and calm in life,
Now just confidence remains,
Don't stay cool and calm now,
You perform well when angry,
Just keep in mind some words.
My HP Poem #803
©Atul Kaushal
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