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 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Seeing me anxious more than a lot,
The old witch relented a little,
She let me breathe freely,
Back transformed into her daughter,
She touched my forehead,
Then I realized it was sweaty,
Seeing her lovely care I smiled a bit.

So she now lit up a fragrant incense,
The incense seemed so soothing,
She then edged closer to me,
Transcendental wings were visible,
She came even closer to me,
Then the wings simply vanished,
So traceless as if never been there.

It must have been another illusion,
The very day I had set sail to sea,
It was probably carrying over,
Troubling me each non and then,
In my wild dreams I had seen,
True she could not be & was not,
In my life the torment was written.

Soon I was pleading to her teary-eyed,
"Please don't torment me, it hurts!"
She looked at me with affection,
And said, "But I truly love you, sailor,"
She advanced forwards further,
"Have you forgotten all those nights?
Did you even forget the night at sea?"


I first remembered that night at sea,
The night back at home came next,
I had been seduced by her magic,
This was the real picture every time,
I was weak but I still felt warmer,
The night ship feels like yesterday,
I was in confusion about what to do.

Her face was transitioning rapidly,
The old mother to her daughter,
Her daughter to that very angel,
And back to the old mother witch,
Her smile turned into laughter,
The witch laughing at my cries,
Her face here was contorted a lot.

She seemed to be struggling a lot,
As though fight ensued within,
Soon I figured it out by myself,
First I must **** the witch to help,
So I looked around & grabbed,
Axe that I did spot lying there,
Spot on I killed the witch right then.
Witch killed, Angel released.

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

My HP Poem #859
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
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
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Never
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Never kiss if you don't mean it with actual love.
Never promise if you would probably break it one day.
Hearts can get shattered & never love again.
People can perish in the self-lit fires of guilt, insult & pain.
Oh how I wish the world realizes & respects the value of true love.

Only if the world realized the value of faithful love,
It would surely have been the best place to live,
Nobody would want to give up, weep and leave.

Learn being faithful to your partner in love,
Everyone be a faithful lover, husband or wife,
For it is not a rave party our life condemned by witches,
And of course we are humans not dogs or *******,
Learn love, higher love, it's about time.
Inspired not from my personal life but from general observations.

Never make fun of true love.

Don't please insult truer feelings by sharing your body just with anybody who you possibly don't love.

My HP Poem #856
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Don't worry about the results,
They will be really favourable,
Now we know where happiness lies,
And also where happiness lies,
Our ardent fervour will pay off,
And against the Sun we'll shine,
For we sincerely put our efforts.
Don't worry buddy. CPMT is done now. Only the much easier PMET remains and you should not turn down the volume of your dedication taking it as being the easier exam.

I am so proud of your tireless efforts, Kripi. Your Drona loves you for giving it your best shot.

Don't give up. Bear the spirit of a tigeress as you always do. Things can only shine for both me & you.

Even everyone here will be praying for both your cousin Swati's and your own favourable results, and trust me, these positive vibrations will do you good.

My HP Poem #857
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Romantic Hindi poem of my creation inspired obviously by love. English translation follows the Hindi lyrics.

Jeene ki vajah tum **,
Na marne ki vajah tum **.
Hansne vajah tum **,
Pyaar karne ki vajah tum **.

Tum **, tum **...
Tum **, tum **...

Aage badhne ki vajah tum **,
Mehnat karne ki vajah tum **.
Ab sudharne ki vajah tum **,
Masti karne ki vajah tum **.

Tum **, tum **...
Tum **, tum **...

Aashique ki vajah tum **,
Deewaane ki vajah tum **.
Na darne ki vajah tum **,
Saans lene ki vajah tum **.

English

You are the reason of my life,
You are the reason I survived.
You are the reason that I laugh,
You are the reason I love you.

You are, you are...
You are, you are...

You are the reason I succeed,
You are the reason I prepare,
You are the reason I improve,
You are the reason I enjoy.

You are, you are...
You are, you are...

You are the reason of my romance,
You are the reason of my craziness,
You are the reason I am not scared,
You are the reason I am breathing.
You are, yes you are.

My HP Poem #858
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
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
The above poem was written as a comment for a poem by Kripi, read the poem by Kripi 'Come' @ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1067362/come/ and enjoy.

My HP Poem #854
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
May they be positive,
Together we gel so well,
Impossible to separate us now,
Whatever may cometh we are ready,
Budge we won't - err we won't,
This bond is so precious,
May they all accept us.

Because together we are one,
It will take inhuman strength,
To do us apart they will need it,
A stone heart just won't suffice,
It won't douse this flame in us,
It's insufficient to do us apart,
Lava in the veins is required.

For we live the life so like a coin,
Our lives are like two faces of one,
So we aren't worried any longer.
Both of us are like two inseparable but opposite faces of the same coin.

My HP Poem #855
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
For he's going through,
A time so tough & rude,
Loving mother has undergone,
Surgery for knee replacement,
Ya it was a difficult one,
As she's so senior in age,
May time be merciful & help her.

May time help a son to look after,
Loanee we all are of our parents,
Only few get such chances,
Gitacharyaji, we are lucky,
For both of us have gotten ample,
Opportunities to look after them,
We must serve our parents.

Still we can never repay the debt,
They gave us life, they taught us,
Of course we are their symbols,
We are lucky to do something,
For the progenitors of ours,
May your faith guide you,
And impart strength to you.
Bless you sir Gitacharya Vedala.
May you be able to look after your mother properly.
Never feel that you're alone in this task.

My HP Poem #852
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Moksha
 Apr 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Keep my poems safe in your heart,
Lest your memory forgets them all.
For my words are each immaterial,
They might lose the value with time.
This emotion for you is the truest,
Believe when I say that I love you.

As this wind changes into a breeze,
Keep holding my hand as lovingly.
Yes I need you to the happy times,
Like I require you in tougher days.
This feeling I get is just very divine,
It is exactly as if I attained Moksha.

Feeling your presence everywhere,
It's this memory fueling my life now.
Lost not are your happy memories,
Helping me out of troubling times.
Diving in the divine pool each day,
Least caring about what they say.
My HP Poem #851
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
I recovered from the night again,
She had disappeared once more,
Was she using me as a ******???

I was frustrated & also saddened,
My self-control got strengthened,
For I was not a tissue to be used!!!

I have my feelings & my emotions,
Presence and absence torture me,
Ego I had tamed got hurt by now...

I won't let that elusive Angel come,
Questioning I must be her realities,
Illusions will end this time finally!!!

I'll establish an identity of my own,
Dependent I'll not be on the angel,
Was she only a dream & no more???

I had duly asked the aged captain,
To search a lovely bride very soon,
Oh, so sure I am about afterwards...

I was tailed by the spirit-like angel,
So irritated by her dreary dreams,
On-off, came-gone, again & again!!!

I now would learn to catch angels,
With the plan, I went to the mage,
Should I now learn some spells???

I entered through a dark alleyway,
Was told to visit this strange place,
What comes across - I wondered...

I knocked the door & she appeared,
Very young she seemed to me now,
Just the age of the angel of dreams!!!

I noticed that she wore a long robe,
So shiny it was silvery like her hair,
Just like the angel of dreams wore...

I rubbed my tired eyes in disbelief,
"Who're you?" I asked very loudly,
"Are you the mage's daughter???"

I wondered for long & she replied,
"Your guess is correct, kind Sailor,"
She beckoned me into the shack...

I set my foot on the wooden floor,
I look for any sign of the mage,
I want to be set free of the cage!!!

I just thought & thought about it,
But the witch was not to be seen,
Curious I asked, "Where is she???"

"I am my mother," she said calmly,
Perplexed I couldn't say a thing,
My mouth opened once & shut...

I was now about to rise & go away,
But she stopped me with her arms,
"I must show you," so she did say!!!

I did not believe what my eyes saw,
How she changed into the old mage,
Then back into her own daughter???

O I had become confused a lot now,
Why would she transform like this,
I feared if it was actually the angel...
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