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 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Dil aaj khush hai,
Kyon aaj khush hai?
Doori ghatne lagi,
Doori ghatne lagi!
Tu mera pyaar hai.

Tu jo aayi to,
Kyon ye laga mujhko?
Dil mein basi hai tu,
Doori ghatne lagi!
Tu mera pyaar hai.


Today my heart is happy,
Why is it so happy?
Oh dear you're mine,
Oh dear you're mine!
Oh dear I love you.

When you came over,
Why I just felt so?
You live in my heart,
Oh dear you're mine!
Oh dear, I love you.
A small lyrical composition for my first and only true love, Kripi.

This short lyrical composition has a jolly tune to its Hindi version.

Hopefully she's gonna like it.

My HP Poem #868
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Oh how calmly she sleeps,
Carefree she always seems,
Wish she gets sweet dreams.
So glorious is her face always,
I wish her all the happiness,
All in the hue of brightness,
None equals her cuteness.

Oh hope never she weeps,
Clarity she wears in deeps,
With time get the -ve wiped,
Such the cutest nature heaps,
I'll be her guardian forever,
At heart Atul is just a loner,
Not just now - but forever.

Only by respecting my love for her,
A clear old identity is rediscovered,
I'm known as Atul Kaushal for a cause,
Singing hymns to my magical love,
Ignoring all those distractions,
And I am happy being with her,
Nirvana comes just for us.
My HP Poem #870
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
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
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Nothing can do us apart except your own ego.
My HP Poem #869
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Because often there are icy roads,
Icy roads coated with darkest ice,
They can make vehicles slip & crash,
All slip not only out of the icy roads,
But even into each other they collide,
These call for going slow in Oslo,
'Cause reasons suchlike prevail.

Neither snow chains can help much,
Nor being an expert driver help you,
No other thing is going to help you..

Help yourselves & others too,
Just go slow in Oslo...
Enjoy!

My HP Poem #865
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Complete
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
These are not just poems that I write for you,
But I lay down pieces of my heart in a jigsaw that you will complete.
These are not just words that I say daily to you,
But these are peacock feathers out of my wings of love complete.
These are not just feelings that I possess about you,
But these are delicate flowers of true love needing care complete.
My HP Poem #864
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
2 Soldiers
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
My army is of just 2 soldiers,
Only she and me making we,
We both work hard together,
For we both have to succeed,
So that our love will improve,
As time is so very unforgiving,
We will be together in the end.
My HP Poem #866
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
The day the Earth stands still,
And my body turns cold.

When the Sun stops rising,
And it has started fading.
My HP Poem #862
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Kind & caring,
Regal & royal,
Inquisitive & interesting,
Playful & loyal,
Indian & global.

Focused on her career,
Or on her love,
Resting not till succeeding.

Dispelling her negatives,
Really loving and meaning,
Organizing her career,
ostalgia waiting for us,
A**s we become closely bonded.
My HP Poem #863
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
The saga in her eyes converts into a
Constant downpour soon after
She realizes her freedom from the spell of the dark witch,
The curse had turned her a prisoner in the evil witch's body.
What land – what sea – what wind...
All my life now seems her story.

"Kind sailor thank thee for freeing me."
Her words reverberate throughout,
What wind - what land - what sea,
Everywhere is her presence as I can see,
The wind whispers her name in my ear,
Since a long long time now all I wear,
Is her scent in my immortalized memory.

"Will you stay with me forever, or,
Will you go back to the heavens?"

Though I really wanted her to stay,
I love her and realize what she felt,
I offered her freedom and a choice,
I was not binding her to me in turn,
Everything was instinctive from me.

She seemed in a serious dilemma,
Struggling hard she was in herself,
I again offered & insisted this time,
"It's better to go back to your world,"
But I knew that she loved me a lot,
She tried hard controlling but said,
"I am in love with you since long."

So I am quite right that she loves me,
I am sure even she can forget me not,
Beading all our memories together,
I now know how I can gain salvation,
Not being another self-centric tantric,
"But you don't belong here, dear,
You shouldn't torture yourself for a mortal."


After this, she now looks comfortable & composed,
Ready for making a choice she wore a heart of stone,
Her lips slowly parted revealing a perfect smile,
Pearly smile again ensured me of permanent happiness,
Bright eyes and shiny eyelids of hers seemed so good,
"You can't make me stay away because you love me too,
I will keep coming in your dreams and entice your nights."


But I wanted her in my real-world now,
I prevented her from vanishing again,
I said, "Please stay, now do not go away,
Because I really can not bear that pain,"

She had almost vanished by then,
Listening to my words she chose to wait,
She said, "Even I want forever to stay."

Continuing with her divine dialogue she said,
"Say those golden words to make me stay,"
I immediately confessed, "I love you, Angel,"
"Say you love me too, oh my divine Angel,"
She didn't wait for anything more to say it,
"I love you too, oh my kind & loving sailor,"
Her powers soon left her in a flash of light.
Does the 'Angel?' saga end here or is it a new beginning?

Well all of this angel series was my way of interpreting my own life till now in a poetic and mythical way.

The Angel I finally have gotten in my life is called Loneliness.

https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #860
©Atul Kaushal
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