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 Feb 2015
Kripi
I don't know where have they come from
I see them daily and my heart cries when I realize their pain
I wish I could help them
Yes ofcourse, I am not a god
But I am a human being

When somebody asks me
What do you wanna become?
My reply is First a good person
The person who can help the needy
Who can have their pains
Though I am not a god
But I am a human being

I cannot do as much as I think
But I can do as much as I can do
I do not what will be my future and all
But I will be happy if I would be able to add my share in removing the pains of the needy.
Although they are strangers
But I feel like having a connection
Though I am not a god
**But I am a human being
 Feb 2015
Kripi
With the colour (ink) of flowers
And the pen of my heart, I find You written daily (in my thoughts)
In what way, should I describe to You
How You are constantly there in my memories
I sleep with dreams about You
And I wake up with Your memories
I remain entangled in Your thoughts
Just like a bead is tied in a string

Our love is as pure as clouds, lightning, sandalwood and water
We’ll have to take births, again and again for the sake of our love
Our love is so flawless & sweet
We’ll have to take births, again and again for the sake of our love


You're like the music of my breath, the strings of my heartbeats
And the songs of my
In the streets of my mind, which is constantly blossoming
You’re that flower bud with a refreshing fragrance
May it be a short journey or a long one
May it be a lonesome place or a crowded fair
Whenever I remember You, my heart becomes
Lonesome even if I’m in a crowd

Our love is as pure as clouds, lightning, sandalwood and water
We’ll have to take births, again and again for the sake of our love
Our love is so flawless & sweet
We’ll have to take births, again and again for the sake of our love


May it be East Or West, North Or South
I see Your smiling face everywhere
As much as I go far from
You seem that much closer to me
The storms stopped me, the waters bothered me
And the people mocked me
Despite all, keeping Your image in my mind
I kept going on in search for You

**Our love is as pure as clouds, lightning, sandalwood and water
We’ll have to take births, again and again for the sake of our love
Our love is so flawless & sweet
We’ll have to take births, again and again for the sake of our love
Over and over again
Over and over again
It's dedicated to Atul 'Drona' Kaushal...:-)
It's the translation of a bollywood song, one of my favourites
 Feb 2015
Kripi
Come, end all distances,
I wish you to share me with myself,
Peek into me a little bit
What I am**...
 Jan 2015
ahmo
Light the funeral pyre.
The fleeting fire of desire
will never keep you higher
than a space devoid of *******,
or the clever whiff of wit.
(whether or not I deserve it)
I looked you in the eyes;  I shook.
The embarrassing strength it took.
The longing I have for you
is asymmetrically split in two.
A love for the rendezvous,
but a run from the morning dew.
That's you.
But realistically,
I'll be me.
And to be free,
I'm finally happy.
And she's out there-
a heart of care,
soft, translucent hair,
some lacy underwear,
a smile to defeat despair.
Every time I doubt,
I see you there.
And then you're everywhere.
You're my sturdy, wooden chair,
and the cowlick in my hair.
And to be fair,
I've got some pretty sweet underwear.
But ****, when you’re there,
you're there.
And for me,
you're everywhere.
 Jan 2015
Roxxanna Kurtz
I don't really belong
to a particular place.
Making temporary homes
of the people I meet.
Until they fall apart like the rest,
and I fall through the cracks.
*Life moves on without me.
 Jan 2015
Kripi
I started accepting
That is what you haven't
This is all what you have
I haven't experienced Mother's love
Hence...i don't understand
The Word Mother

I remember that crucial stage
Of my life
When i was suffering from
The worst time
Yes...I remember those days
She was behaving like an enemy
Rather than a mother
At that time...I need her
I was completley alone
I have cried each and every night
I need then only my mother
But it was not in my destiny
It is not in my destiny
Hence...i don't understand
The Word Mother

I have Mother...but not her love
Whenever ...i get a shove
My Mother doesn't hold me
I am supportless i.e i have not Mother's love
Hence...i don't understand
**The Word Mother
 Jan 2015
WARQA BIN NOFAIL
Dear God,
                  I want to be the Sole-Mate of my Soul-Mate.
 Jan 2015
Àŧùl
It's not just about me,
It's entirely about me.

AKS's Collection it is,
Atul Kaushal Sharma's Collection.

Nobody knew it is so,
And nobody could ever even tell.

Not a secret anymore,
To the world, it's an open invitation.
 Jan 2015
Àŧùl
If I don't attain you after 6 years,
I'll turn a hermit for sure, so sure.

A hermit entire life I'll despise it,
I'll bunk society for sure, so sure.

The society will bear the blame,
Apart from me it is responsible.

For your scary future decision,
I will lead the life of an ascetic.

Turning a patient seems better,
Leading a loner's life is awful.

Would be calling me life-long,
A traumatized stalemate state.

This is no blackmail but truth,
Bitter it may seem but it's better to turn a hermit if I don't get you.

Because achieving is love for me,
Silent love is not my thing dear.
Listen to the peppy retro song called 'Tu Na Mili To Hum Jogi Ban Jaaenge' by Kishore Kumar.

My HP Poem #756
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015
GitacharYa VedaLa
Can't be more happy
And I can't tell you why
But it's the thing that made my day
And the dears...

Amen! Aye! Shukriyaa! Tathaastu!
And much more love for you
I know they know for whom it's written
 Jan 2015
Àŧùl
When I was recovering,
I used to get false sensations,
To urinate and I got illusions.

I thought that my parents were ghosts,
And so was I in hell under many pains,
That was whilst I was recovering.
My HP Poem #754
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015
Àŧùl
I am 24 years old,
Call myself experienced,
Oh,
But so novice at loving.

And now I hold no wish at loving.
My HP Poem #742
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015
Àŧùl
I know the most beautiful poetess,
She is my gorgeous best friend,
So lucky is all her family.

I know the cutest poetess,
She is no one but a dream,
From her was my pen name.

I want to be her husband,
She will be the coolest mother,
Our kids are going to be so lucky.

I have had time so bitter,
May time now be very kind,
And things may only get better.

I toil as ******* my part,
Just as she is sweating it out,
Midnight oil may not get empty.

I loved her so much and truly,
Free for her is my precious love,
May she accept it with open arms.

I know as much of the future,
She is my only inspiration now,
Future will see us tying the knots.
My HP Poem #737
©Atul Kaushal
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