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Àŧùl Dec 2012
Born an only child,
Grew up with toys,
Talking to myself,
I'm my strange friend.

Was never so wild,
Blew off with noise,
Keeping to myself,
I'm my strange friend.

Neither was so mild,
Chewed 'em with teeth,
Speaking to toys,
I'm my strange friend.
Àŧùl May 2013
I was on bed then clueless about my life.
I remember three years ago, it was a strife.
I was made to realize by pain of being alive.

The procedure of tracheotomy was done.
The other nose was cut into my windpipe.
The lower end of my throat was bandaged.

The two navels are located on my stomach.
The second navel was gained at the hospital.
The upper navel is not always here to be seen.

Blankly I stared at the world in front of me.
Bluntly I stared at a big wall in front of me.
Bleakly I stared at people coming to see me.

They would come few in numbers initially.
That time is something I can't recall clearly.
Then I was home worriedly waiting for him.

The eternal-seeming torture period started then.
The dreaded physiotherapist used to come then.
The kind man was renamed physio the ******.

He caused me great pain, I was like a 3-year old.
He saw me writhe in pain & I begged for mercy.
He continued coming & I remained terrorized.

I used to ask my parents if they're actually mine.
I was made to disbelieve in them as my parents.
I took numbing pills directly into my stomach.

I used to remain in sheer terror all day long.
I took offence at the sound of the doorbell itself.
I was asking my parents if someone would come.
By now, all seems well sparing two fading observable marks of the test I was put through by life.
I am very thankful and indebted for life by the kind physio the ******.
And I will again lay emphasis on the fact that I am writing this poem today because I was wearing a helmet however unworthy of being called a helmet.
My HP Poem #266
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thing?"
Me, the caring daddy, with a gasp,
Replied, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold the end where lies its sting!"
A limerick for my future daughter Shatakshi.

Another humorous poem. Another limerick.

HP Poem #1210
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2023
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thingy?"
I, the caring father, with a gasp
Reply, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold where it has its stingy!"
A limerick for my future daughter, Shatakshi.

Another humorous poem. Another limerick.

HP Poem #1210
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
As you are a sow,
So a piglet will you reap.
As you are a pretty sow,
So a boar you will let you keep.
As you are a filthy sow now,
So a true human will call you cheap.
As you are another sow,
So a burr or oink will you beep.
As you are a sow,
So a boar will go deep.
I am a human being,
I give up on you.

HP Poem #1165
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
It's been long said in ancient Sanskrit texts,
"Yatha twam karasi,
Tatha twam bhogasi."

This roughly translates as 'As you sow, so you reap.'

This is true to the core but it's neither unconditional nor is it surely possible for you or me to be happy tomorrow even if we do good today. You might also have observed that sometimes you don't get exactly what you desired and yearned for when putting all your efforts. I will explain in the text that follows.

I am not Superman or a Godman blessed with super powers. I just believe in humanitarian virtues of course for all my life. And I don't despise the idea of theism. As some other people among the readers and their respective circles even I tame the same ideology about God having created the universe and then let us take charge.

I don't get involved in worshipping the creator, but I do thank that creator for having created us all. But how do I keep myself away from the various types of evils? The answer lies within.

What I identify as evil or deleterious to anyone or anything else, I don't do that and I totally despise all of it. Doing so I am aware that what I have been taking to and what I should get into. Whether it's my career or my love life, it almost totally depends on me and my Karma. The remaining few bits also depend on time and third parties who can affect my life greatly or maybe a little.

I don't know about what they quote other "Spiritual" people about and I feel that each of us can have our own views about time. I don't feel the urge to read about spiritual issues written by some well-publicised so called "Spiritual Gurus or Dharmatmas" who talk about out of the body experience.

The next time you think about some problem posed to you, your relative or a close friend, do try the following:
Just get out of your own mindset, think about the issue from a neutral point of view with your sixth sense (common sense) in right place. You're bound to find out the best way for solving it; let it be life or let it be any matter related to it.
This is not a poem or a debatable matter, but just my perspective on the aforesaid matter. I don't look for any suggestions for some improvements in my virtues.
Àŧùl Sep 2016
You're going on the highway,
Bringing a new 4-string bass guitar,
And a drum-set too for your sons.

Now you could be a family rock band,
You could churn your own Summer of '69,
The world will know you three now.

A really ******* hitchhikes in your car,
You are tensed as your eyes meet.
There is unfathomable longing in hers,
And the bathykolpian woman's so inviting.
You can't play the good man at this age,
You decide to cheat your own wife now.

You stop the car quickly anyhow,
A quickee's on your mind & nothin' more.
She smiles at you and lunging towards her,
You smell the inviting scent of hers.
In middle of the kiss you start foreseeing,
You forsee a bright romantic future,
Suddenly her wellbeing's lost & she vomits.

Then you bring her to the hospital,
The gynaecologist congratulates you,
"Congrats! You're going to be a father!"
Taken aback, you say, "But I just met her!"
The girl who hitchhiked says, "He's ****** lying!"
The doc summons the police and your test is done,
"Good news & bad news," the doc says,
"One, you're not her baby's father."
Hearing this you're relieved.
"Now the bad news, doc," you say.
The doc says, "You could have never have fathered any even if you intended to."
You are flabbergasted, "What the hell! Why?"
The doc pacifies, "Your load doesn't have any sperms,"
Seeing you shocked the doctor says,
"It's a birth defect that happens rarely but yes it does..."
"...You may sue the girl for everything."

The biggest shock in your life so far.

You just shake your head and turn around to go.

You're in the middle of a nightmare,
It couldn't be true!
If not you then the 2 kids back home,
They belonged to whom!


Now that's the biggest tension!
Part 1/2

HP Poem #1156
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
You get back home weary from shocks,
You being impotent is not your tension,
But how two kids at home call you dad,
Basis of all your tensed thoughts is this,
Your wife still has two kids if not yours,
Your wife has the explanation to make,
May God curse the lying life of your wife.

You just get back home & draw your gun,
You load the fresh magazine in midnight,
Breathing long you put your feet silently,
But the door is ajar and she is fast asleep,
Your (or hers) children in the next room,
Your fingers tremble & you've flashback,
Many memories zoom through your mind.

You decide to use the pillow as a silencer,
You now calmly hold the pillow over her,
Breathing cautiously now you are unsure,
But her infidelity isn't what you expected,
Your heart tells you to introspect yourself,
Your mind changes after thinking about it,
Multiple times yourself have been cheating.

You pause & change your mind about her,
You have the gun now point at your own,
But now you see her stirring in her sleep,
Breaking from her sleep for water she is,
Your presence scares her to the hell now,
Your gun pointed at your heart she sees,
Mighty strength she gathers to ****** it.

You grunt and push her away from you,
You whisper, "Why did you cheat me?"
Before she replies to your weird charge,
Barked again yourself in a low whisper,
"Your children are not mine now I know,"
"Your husband is technically impotent!"

Maybe she understood everything now.

You remember that she is a policewoman,
You see her unload the gun and discard it,
"The children - both - are test tube babies,"
"The **** was mine and fertilized in vitro,"
"Your ***** was used artificially as well,"
"Your DNA from your own hair was used,"

Might have she followed the procedure.

It seems possible & you regret your actions,
But she just smiles & forgives you heartily,
"It's okay darling, I kept it secret from you,"
"It's really a cute face you've put up now,"

You now wish to sink down into the floor,
"You would forgive me for doubting you,"
Must be an angel to let you sink your head into her *****.
Part 2/2

A biotechnologist's scientific poem.

HP Poem #1157
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2020
Writing you
In my mortal coil
Never I expected you to
Walk out of my imagination
Even in a secret desire
But you did, baby
Yes you did.

I had abdicated
You came on 29 Feb
Unexpectedly you came
Out of Kalpana, the imagination
Seeking advice from me
On the difficult path
I came out of past.

You are the harbinger of hope
For my dying soul, you are dope
My dark days & gloomy nights end
Now that my twilight shines so bright
I not any longer shall need to bend
My gladness in darkness I *****
I shall come out with this rope.
Kalpana is translatable to Imagination in English

Her mother's name is Kalpana Das.

My HP Poem #1864
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I am here
You are there
Yet we both are near
Come that one bit closer
Let all distances disappear

Just bear it with me
We will synchronize
Come respire with me
Let both our lips meet
Hips moving to the beat
My HP Poem #765
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2016
Sometimes I had had to ignore her,
For I had to focus on my life,
So that I could make it shine,
And then on in future make her mine,
Unopposed from the society on the whole,
That included both our families & friends,
But she couldn't just wait for a little time.
The concepts of attention & neglect are relative. These can't always be meant as such. Sometimes to give proper attention to our love later on in life, we must ignore it and give preference to life and success.

My HP Poem #1082
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
Love is God,
Love is Cute,
Love is ****,
Love is Great,
Love is Divine,
Love is Superb,
Love is Selfless,
Love is Youthful,
Love is Beautiful,
Love is Complete.
Love is Everything Good.

Poem A/Z in series of alphabetically composed 26 poems. Do have a look.
My HP Poem #557
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2024
Atul Subhash, I empathise with you,
This modern age is evil.

Your wife behaved narcissistically,
The judge behaved more so.

I can understand your situation,
And you're a lesson, an inspiration.

I won't ever get married, brother,
For I fear divorce, yes, I do.

Instead of getting married,
I'd rather get a cat, yes, a cat.

As for my monies, oh the dust,
I'll donate it all to a cause.

Animal welfare,
Medical research.

Somewhere useful,
But not in a marriage.
I hope that I'll be luckier.

My HP Poem #2034
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Literally Atul Kaushal
Would mean
Incomparable Skill.
Seven words' poem
My HP Poem #1444
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2018
Human life is not weak,
And it is very audacious.
Nearing its extinction,
Humanity was in the 1300s.
But humanity resurged,
Even after the great famine,
And the Black Death too.
My HP Poem #1707
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
That age,
This day,
The raid.
The laughter which vanished,
Those smiles which perished,
That area which suffered it...
That revenge,
This disease,
The harbour.
August 6, 1945: Hiroshima
August 9, 1945: Nagasaki
The 2nd World War got over,
But at what cost.
This cost?

My HP Poem #395
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2020
All the strength of my impertinent love.
I shall be the August Landmesser.

Low I shall keep my arm en masse,
Of course, I shall not heil the Führer,
Viewing my parents as the dictators, I am,
Expect me they do forget the love of yours.

Yet I shall not comply with their orders,
Of course, I shall always love only you,
Unless I am successful, rest I shall not.
My HP Poem #1846
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Na tu mera raha,
Na main tera raha.
Khoi hain khushiyaan kahaan,
Chhaaen hain gham hi yahaan.
Gham ki is baarish mein,
Bheeg raha hoon main.
Aur aansu aa gaye,
Palko se chhalke...
Aur aansu aa gaye,
Phir se nikal ke...

You're not mine,
Nor am I yours.
Lost are the happy moments,
Beseeching is this sadness.
In this rain of blues,
Here I get drenched.
And the tears spilled,
Spilling from the eyelids...
And tears appeared,
Seeping out once again...
The second breakup song I created.

HP Poem #1258
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
The real world feels like another planet,
I find them raising their eyebrows.

No place to call a home,
I feel alienated in this house.

Writing an incessant number of words,
I think as many words as I travel.

No particular destination,
I take this world as my home.

But I do roam the world writing poetry,
Much like A Vagabond poet in love.
My HP Poem #311
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2014
While referring to me
She previously used it to mean a
Very Important Person.

But now I've realized
My mistakes & worth in her life as a
Very Idiotic Person.

I used to care so much for her
I was protective for her future
My directions were my misgivings
This is what she thought of my advice.

She grew sick of my advice
She used to not follow it and suffer
She wasted eons stuck in the bog
All that after eating Punjabi junk food
And guess what, she prefers suffering health problems
And wasting her precious time in pain
She ditched me instead of abandoning junk food.

But to tell my young girlfriend
To follow a discipline in her life,
Is it such a grievous crime by me?

Whatever you might say,
She ditched me for it,
Like she did 2 years back.

She will think, 'Atul is a true lover,
He'll wait for me to repent,'

I am neither that ever forgiving God,
Nor I'm an idiot to again forgive,
I have moved on bearing at helm the self-respect I managed to preserve,
But she's surely not the one for me,
And I no longer care who's mine,
I'll live with that apparently egotistic persona.

Because I have kissed death once,
I realize what my standing in life means,
To me, I am the most important person now,
I'll live my life on my own terms,
Alone if I must.
Repeated mistakes will neither be forgiven,
Nor will they be forgotten.
Even I am a human being.

My HP Poem #709
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2019
On every terrorist incident,
Leave they not a stone unturned,
And scream it without fail.

Why do they think of 7th heaven,
Heaven after killing so many,
Of the innocent people?

Undertakers of Ola they are,
******* commit dastardly acts,
Ever will they be able to gaze,
Right into their own eyes in a mirror?
Ola Who Uber is their warcry

Secondary acrostic.

My HP Poem #1747
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
We live in a real world outside our poetry,
And that is not so peaceful as this world,
Each moment passes by the clock silently,
But violence and differences threaten freely,
The same way as first time this world appeared.

A worldwar or a wordwar are pretty much the same,
Often the world is ripped apart by the explosions in wars,
A soul is more often than not torn apart from the body,
By the sharpest words often hurled at "family,"
Though later repented about uttering them,
Deeper than any shrapnel ever could.
My HP Poem #442
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
That calculus in mathematics and the female line of thought are the two most complex things in the whole world,

The difference among the two of them stays in the fact that while calculus can be finally comprehended after practice, the female mind can't ever be understood.
Read it somewhere. This is not intended to be read as a poem. It's just that I thought that I'd better share this!
Àŧùl Mar 2021
A poem is not
Your crass, Because
Earnestly,

A poem is not a medium to abuse,
Or a collection of cuss words.
Roses should pour from its phrases,
The poem must always be beautiful,
Aye, even if angry or hateful.
My HP Poem #1916
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
If you ever happen to think,
That I fell prey to narcotics,
You just got to relax a bit...

I'm immune to all others,
Because I have my own,
Addiction as my shield..

It's got to be blamed on you,
For the reasons all bright,
With you here in my life.
My HP Poem #431
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
You've got a tough phase coming up baby,
Don't bow baby, don't back out.

'Coz this battle is far from compromise,
This is our joint life, oh my future wife.

Just hold my hand with all your might,
Through the harsh day and dark night.

Darling need not you to worry alright,
Don't bother about nightmares' fright.

You will help your patients in future surely,
'Coz you have the spirit of goddess Panacea.

Be brave as you face of the problems,
This blizzard will pass & I'll protect you.

Worry may your ill-wishers babe,
You have the good luck of love so loud.
For Kripiji
My HP Poem #755
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Baby if you ascend to the heavenly abode totally alone,
Wait for me as I find it impossible to breathe by myself without you in my life then.
My HP Poem #457
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
It's child abuse in the Afghani style,
Men get hold of little boys to play,
They fiddle with the kids' flies,
Dig their fingers deep inside,
Get hold of the miniature tools,
Twiddle them till they just urinate.

And then the kids are addicted,
They keep repeating it by themselves,
It is not exclusive to the Afghanis,
Even some Indians often do it,
I know because even I was a victim.

Now I protect every other kid.
Male ******* is a lot of time wasted.
And it's very addictive if exposed to at a very young age.
I was hardly aged 10 at that time.

My HP Poem #1585
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Love has always been a baneful boon,
Neither the sun sunk nor rose the moon,
That promised evening never broke cocoon,
How much I dreamed for she never let me say,
I only kept waiting & just an idea took her away,
Time is said to pay nice but it instead made me pay.
All I am left with is love & memories, and a right hand.
I don't have any of her photographs now.

HP Poem #1170
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2021
They all seem to fade away,
They drift farther everyday.

One day comes and you are lonely,
Love yourself as you're yours only.

They're mortal & so is everything,
As for me, I don't know anything.
My HP Poem #1944
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I am the barista you seek,
I will brew the strongest,
Or may be softer love.

It maybe your choice,
It's a command for me,
I will just hum the tune.
My HP Poem #956
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Note: Any resemblances to any real-life ******* are purely unintentional and deeply regretted.

*******!
How they make us dance,
It is neither artistic nor pleasing.

*******!
How they stripped us of our rights,
It is neither pretty nor artistic.

*******!
How they bungle with us,
It is neither acceptable nor honorable.

*******!
How they make us suffer,
It is both sadistic & regretful.

*******!
How they skin our pockets,
It is both spooky & scary.

*******!
How they exploit us to thrive,
It is both villainous & ugly.

*******!
How they manage to silence all mouths,
It is not unknown to any outsider.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2018
I envision a happy future,
You are underneath me
And the position is missionary.

And I am relishing your deep,
Lovely and **** valley
Of bathykolpian dreams.
My HP Poem #1715
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2016
See this hollow trunk here,
It houses a parrot family now,
The elder tree let itself be pecked,
A woodpecker carved a home inside,
Then parrots came to the hollow,
It protects their children a lot,
Seldom do they thank God.

The woodpecker seeks the credit not.
Is it not just so beautiful?

I luckily live so close to mother nature that I see her in her almost ******, undisturbed natural love.

My HP Poem #1066
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2014
She is a person who can win hearts,
Just with her beautiful watery eyes,
And with her purely innocent smile.

She has a shiny heart of 24 c.t. gold,
Akin to those beautiful watery eyes,
And her heart has a soft shiny glow.

She makes me feel proud of myself,
Not just relatives can rightly feel so,
And she loves me so it won't matter.
My HP Poem #620
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Now that you put sincere effort,
There's nothing to be afraid of,
Just accept the fruit of your karma,
Don't be worried now, my buddy,
The fruit will not be sour at all,
Your sincerity will be rewarded.
Yes I know you're not afraid,
But just persevere and wait.

All good things take time,
And they also take dedication,
I am sure that your family & friends,
Will all be at your side until it ends,
Tell me my friend about nature,
Day ends and night descends,
But doesn't the night end too?
There's always light peeping in dark,
Be brave and keep up the good work.
My HP Poem #825
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2021
Before I fall asleep,
Let me dream a little.
If I dream about you,
Will you dance with me?

Before I get nightmares,
Let me rhyme a little.
If I sing a song to you,
Will you make love with me?

Before I fall from heaven,
Let me prepare a little.
If I fall in love with you,
Will you promptly hold me?
My HP Poem #1934
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Why do I need to begin with you?
That's probably because I don't think of anything but you my love.

And for the same reason,
I end this poem with you my darling.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2017
I am not a believer in the popular notion of God or Allah or Yahweh or Prabhu or Bhagwan or Rabb or any other concept.

I do believe that something has created all of it but that power isn't as selfish to make its creations worship it. The power will be happy if we remain faithful towards life on Earth and do not conduce in destroying any form of life that can express its pain animatedly.

I despise the promise of a place in an imaginary place called heaven or paradise if we comply with the words conveyed to a single person by the fictional creator or the punishment in boiling oil if we don't comply with the words conveyed to that fictional man.

Heaven is nowhere if logic is to be heeded to, but heaven is now here if love, compassion and brotherhood towards all creatures on this planet is on our minds while all of us humans loyally comply with our duties.

Any creator, that will tell a man (probably on marijuana) in his dreams that nonbelievers are to be either converted or killed before the descent of Pralay/Qayamat/Doomsday, is a figment of imagination which propagated through the course of time.

Do good, practice fidelity to your family and your Karma will be balanced to help you attain Nirvaņa.
Another piece of my thinking.
Àŧùl Jun 2015
The natural scent of your hair,
Has lingered here on my mind,
It seems as though since forever.
My HP Poem #886
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2020
~~~~~~~
Be My Doll

Be my doll,
I want to play with you.

Be my doll,
I want to decorate you.

Be my doll,
I want to change your clothes.

Be my doll,
I want to desecrate you.

Be my doll,
I want to possess you.

Be my doll,
I want to pick you in my arms.

Be my doll,
I want to keep you with me.

Be my doll,
I want to marry you.

Be my lady,
I want you to take me as your lord.
My HP Poem #1837
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I had been bending over,
I used to do that for her.
Little did she ever hear,
Seldom she treasured ever.

Maybe I just can't get enough,
Never she went astray, though.
Determinedly I wasn't tough,
She managed to spoil the dough.

Perhaps life would someday shine,
Someone might come my way.
And then she'll be mine,
On this life's highway.
HP Poem #1169
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2014
Yes I have been through it,
Our situations are similar,
They're different just a bit.

Tides of time are testing us,
We do not ever bow down,
Yes we will be strong babe.

We're together & we'll be so forever.
Words tried to strengthen our relationship but it all failed in the end.

My HP Poem #693
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2020
You will fall in love with me soon,
Haziness will be in your thoughts.
You may then enjoy that swoon,
Sweetness will be in my plots.

You would love my expression,
Kindness is on top of my virtues.
You might not realize my real lies,
Strangeness lies in the truth of my life.

There might come an important time,
Truthfulness of mine will be so banal.
You might seek stability in your life,
With someone that has a better base.

Will you leave me alone then,
Or will you seek respite inside?
Will you forever faithfully be mine,
Or will you pursue infidelity outside?
My HP Poem #1823
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
It's brought to the HP fraternity's kind notice that some scammers are active here and are sending spam messages that bear phishers' look. The following message was received by my account (please ignore the awful grammar usage by this person):

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with linda ahmed
linda ahmed   6 minutes ago
Hello dear ,

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My father died a few months ago and left me the only daughter behind, he died in heart attack because of killing innocent people in my country Cote d' Ivoire crisis .. Though his sudden death was linked or rather suspected by an uncle of mine who was with him at that time was to be leading . But God knows the truth ! My mother died when I was just 6yrs old, and since then my father took me so special .

Before the death of my father , he called me and informed me that he he deposited the sum of $ 6,500,000.00 USD in a bank here Abidjan Cote D ' Ivoire. He told me that he deposited the money in my name, and also gave me all the necessary legal documents regarding this deposit at the bank.
I am only 20 years old and a university student and really do not know what to do . Now I want an honest and God fearing partner overseas who I can transfer this money with his assistance and after the transaction I will come and reside permanently in your country till such a time that it is convinient for me to return home , if I so desire. This is because I have suffered a lot of setbacks as a result of President incessant political crisis in our country Ivory Coast.

The death of my father actually brought sorrow , my life. I want to invest the fund under your care because I know nothing of economy. I am in a sincere desire of the humble assistance in this regard. Your suggestions and ideas will be highly regarded. Now allow me to ask these few questions:
First Can you help me , honest from the heart ?
Second Can I completely trust you?
3rd What percentage of the total amount in question will be good for you after the fund transfeered to your account and i come to meet you ?

Please consider this and reply me on my private e -mail as soon as possible ( lindaahmed503@yahoo.com ) immedaitely i confirm your willingness , by e -mail, I will send to you my picture and also inform you more details involved in this matter.
Anticipating to hear from you soon, Thanks and God bless you for your concern , an orphan how to help me. My email : lindaahmed503@yahoo.com .
Sincerely,
Miss Linda Ahmed
Àŧùl Nov 2016
First rule of love,
And every relation,
Is to be honest,
Then sincere.
Have patience,
For happiness,
Unto yourself,
L**ove faithfully.
Few ever get this thing about love.

HP Poem #1250
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2016
You need me in your boredom,
I can calm down your roaring,
Fill up your emptiness with love,
I can spice up your bedroom,
And love your unlovable soul.
This one's for someone special.

My HP Poem #1085
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Lest one may tap my shoulder from my past,
For I'm striving to come back to my present.

Beyond thinking about her 24x7x365 benefit,
Now here I'm cursing myself for being unfit.

Was she true ever, or was I paranoid forever,
I will not get to know any of it for real ever.

Her mother had told me about her daughter,
That she had met someone else from Gujarat.

And now I have known who it was before me,
For whom she broke up with me permanently.

Will you just continue to hide behind your lies,
Or would you come out in the open ultimately?

Oh dear, why did you not tell me to stop ever,
Were you just trying me just as a time pass bf?
Accept that you were doublecrossing me, I will forgive you and just move on satisfactorily.

Your mother had told me that you had met that a particular Gujarati boy named Rahul much before I came into your life.

Now even that Rahul Kushwah has confirmed the same on a Hike Chat and said much more than just that. He revealed that he has always been your boyfriend.

I request you to just accept the fact and be with anyone you want – help me be happy with the fact that I did not leave any stone unturned.

I will be completely happy, my readers will agree.

HP Poem #1197
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Beyond the scope of life and death,
I trust that there exists a world...
That's where you can find me,
I shall be waiting for you..
Beyond all sorts of wars,
There I shall wait for you,
Upon the celestial pedestal of God.
My HP Poem #1414
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2021
I love you
Beyond your soul
Oh, my dove
My HP Poem #1908
©Atul Kaushal
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