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 Jan 2015 Kripi
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Baby
 Jan 2015 Kripi
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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
 Jan 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Hermit
 Jan 2015 Kripi
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 Kripi
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The Secret
 Jan 2015 Kripi
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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 Kripi
Àŧùl
Come out of the torment you are going through,
I will be waiting dear,
At the other invisible end of this dark tunnel only for you.

Come slap me with your results when they're out,
I am very confident that they will be fine
And I promise that I will only hug you in return.

Just please don't go so far away right now,
Take some time and don't come to conclusions.
In you, I saw my yesterday, in you I see my today, and only in you I will see my tomorrow.

Tomorrow will surely come,
You and me both know it,
It won't be too late and no damage done.

Just be calm,
Be generous,
Only shower your love on me.
For Kripi,
She's upset with me.

But actually,
She has just panicked in the shadow of exams like 2 years ago.

I understand it now even though she doesn't,
I got really upset when she said those words and abused her verbally for ditching me when I was in B'lore trying to sell our home there as I wanted to get settled here in the North and not in the South as B'lore is a difficult city and foremost reason, 'Kripi would be so far away from any society that she can easily communicate with as the language prominently spoken there is Kannada. Also, I didn't want her to feel too far away from her own home in Amritsar. While Karnal is only about 7 hours away from Amritsar via road/rail, Bengaluru is much more far away from Amritsar even by air.'

I am sorry Kripi, but now I understand your situation.

And have faith in yourself,
You will succeed in the worldly gauge of success for sure. But you have already succeeded in my eyes.

I won't hurry, you just patiently and dedicatedly appear for your exams.

Even then it's your wish whether you see a future with me or not.

My HP Poem #753
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015 Kripi
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 Kripi
Àŧùl
A few more nights must pass by,
Some more torment I will endure,
Until when I ask looking up in the sky,
Until I die came the answer from within.

But till then, I'll help humanity,
I would help mother nature,
I will help my parents,
I must help myself.
My HP Poem #750
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Whenever I enter any Indian Wedding,
The clarinet would be lamenting in rejoice,
Playing it would be very frequently happy tunes,
The irony became so profound when I'd move further,
Clarinet already lamented that the groom would lose himself.
My HP Poem #752
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015 Kripi
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Novice
 Jan 2015 Kripi
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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
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