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 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Experiencing the love we share,
Encouraging only the positivity,
Explicitly repelling opposed air,
Embalming only the negativity,
Effecting the feelings that glare.

We savour that sweetness now.
My HP Poem #790
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
I know of just too many Cyclopes,
Let me describe one of them better,
The one who preys on values of men.

So miniature he is - mere few inches,
So often in our pockets he is found,
So crooked he is with a single eye.

When among beautiful babes & gals,
He is active getting used in clicking,
Also used up is he sometimes by fishy men for fishier purposes.

This Cyclops was filming one such similar affair with a lady unaware,
Stripped naked was her body exposed to that bare,
Trick or truth, clothed or naked, she thought not about this cyborg Cyclops filming her **** ever in her wildest of fears.

The young lady is then blackmailed by the Cyclops's master,
"Be quiet about it and serve us in our industry,"
Threatened with publishing publicly of the moments - she gives in to this blackmail.
The old version developed some technical snag.

Cameras - often hidden - are instrumental in aiding the potentially harmful and ill-mannered people from the much controversial **** industry.

My advising people should not be taken lightly - **** industry has become a large entity with major collections from hidden cameras.

Check your hotel/other place of personal & private activities for hidden cameras if at all you are going to trust someone with all of your mind, body and soul.

My HP Poem #685
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Loving you is not only my passion,
But it has also become my sole creed,
Yes it is my unfailing duty, darling.

Loving you does not only yield pleasure,
But it even gives me a sense of responsibility,
Yes it is my purest relationship, darling.

Loving you will not only be all I do in life,
But it also inspires me to be well off financially,
Yes it is already inspiring me to toil, darling.

Loving you would not only satisfy my heart,
But it would also quench the inner thirst of my soul,
Yes it is my milk shake and my sugarcane juice.

Loving you can not only help me live longer,
But it brings the sweetest changes in my bitter life,
Yes it is bringing you to my me my future wife.

Loving you won't just be a reason to be proud,
But it will bring me the actual family of my own,
Yes it is going to be a story worth remembering.

Loving you could not just be my exclusive right,
But it will be a privilege of our kids from tomorrow,
Yes it is so good for us having you young at heart.

Loving you is not only such hopes in my heart,
But it is also a promise for the brighter days ahead,
Yes it is a blessing and a boon granted to me, dear.

Loving you is not just expectations on my mind,
But it will also bring planned happiness to us both,
Yes it is a planned future for the two of us besties.

Loving you is not for my own self-centric interests,
But it is with keeping your future smile in my mind,
Yes it is both a priority in my life and also its crux.

Loving you is not just the important duty of my soul,
But it will also continue to pacify you even in my absence,
Yes it is giving you the confidence and that flair to win.

Loving you is not just everything right for you & me,
But it could also be something fruitful for the society too,
Yes it is giving us both the purest of all heavenly feeling.

Loving you is not only the superhuman thing I feel,
But it is a security for me as well knowing you love me too,
Yes it is my last resort where I bask in the harshest sun.

Loving you is not just my most important deed in life,
But it is also always inspiring me to be by your side steadily,
Yes it is going to be me holding your shoulder in difficulty.

Loving you is not only this serious discipline of mine,
But it is even a way to give me this never before happiness,
Yes it is helping you and me to discover ourselves better.
Fifteen stanzas describing only a part of what I feel just for Kripi Mehra. I will keep writing poems for her whether I live tomorrow or not. When I die before her tomorrow then I will wait for her in the purgatory to make sure she gets to be admitted in heaven.

My HP Poem #791
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Together we embrace each other in the bed,
Rhythmic motion starts between us.

I touch the soft contours of your body,
Relishing its everlasting youth.

We soon get our rhythm intensified,
At the brink of a ****** till eternity it feels.

**We feel that rhythm divine

The smooth everlasting youth gives us a magical kiss

And the ****** thanks us for being together
Normal is Drona and bold is Kripi.
Our first committed collaboration.
Many more to follow in the following 6-7 decades.

My HP Poem #789
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
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I Was Reborn
 Feb 2015 Kripi
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A 2nd chance in this life on Earth just felt so unplanned & unpleasant and seemed unwanted until I met you.

After having met you, I feel the need of immortality & impossibility of dying a lonely death with wine.

Aspiring to churn out a fine man out of me I search & destroy my bad points so I am the best for you.
My HP Poem #788
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
It was raining very torridly that day,
The cold was so frigid here in Karnal.
A pregnant lady was rushed to the hospital,
The Antichrist was born that evening.

Sceptic of old traditions the boy grew,
Not feeling the justification of religion.
Though I know about the good things in books,
But still I am that irreligious man now.

Always approving of the creator God,
That almighty remains unquestionable.
Not He Himself had dictated things to anybody,
I denounce the need for money in faith.
I dispute not His logical existence because something or someone intelligent must have caused the Big Bang to ever happen and life to have ever evolved, but it's the malpractices people blindly follow in worshipping Bhagwan/God/Allah for the sake of their social image and even **** & convert alternatively for the apparent self-righteous Jihad or Crusade which I despise.

Commercialization of religion on such a large scale has left God exploited on the broader real spectrum.

My HP Poem #787
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
How much I love you,
This I know not.
But never I can survive,
Separated from you.

Someone else looks at you,
This heart gets jealous.
It then gets difficult for me,
To manage my heart.
I must then make efforts,
Stone hearted I must get.
What you would know,
How much I love you.

I have often seen people,
They bear separation.
How they bear it I don't know,
Each day far feels a year.
Since how long I wait for you,
This I know not.
But never can I survive,
Separated from you.
A rough translation of a retro Hindi song named 'Humein Tumse Pyaar Kitna'.

My HP Poem #786
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Fear Of Missing Out

This is the phobia many of the readers are plagued by.

I came to know about it just recently through an article published in the newspaper. Many people these days think that if they don't have a "Facebook", "Twitter", "G+" or any other social website account, or if their mobile doesn't have "Whatsapp" or any other so-called "social application" in "a smartphone" then they think that they are missing out on worldly affairs and start taming a phobia, dubbed F.O.M.O. by psychologists around the globe.

I am disillusioned by the need of an indispensable online society where people all behave in a virtual manner and project themselves to be the best.
Not a poem but an informative post.
Wake up if you are still stuck in the illusion. Because I know that nobody will be happy in the long run after losing real friends due to virtual ones.

Please don't damage your careers, relationships and other far more important things in life by falling for the illusions created by the online society.
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Was a mistake.
My HP Poem #785
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
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Untold Saga
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
There is a saga in your glittery eyes,
It is hidden by your sweetest smiles.
Tanning with time I tell not any lies,
Come let's walk slow for few miles...

All of the roses lack such cute poses,
Your face is the zenith of innocence.
For you & me a bright future awaits,
Read a saga in its image in my eyes..

Goes away that bleakness of future,
As I get a look at your face so divine.
Smile o life dear & just hold on here,
The saga is of success & a happy life.
Dear, have full confidence and prepare honestly.
I believe that you can do it.

My HP Poem #784
©Atul Kaushal
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