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 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
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You love me like a cute and young Goddess,
I can't ever feel that I have loved you enough,
My potential of loving you is unreal and Godly.

You, loving me, make hundred times the progress,
I just need to maintain my love over each trough,
My lover, you are so very much cute & Godly.
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My HP Poem #1700
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
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My Baby
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
Àŧùl
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You need me to be around round the clock,
Obviously, you are lovelorn far from me,
Unsatisfied, although, you're definitely not.

Again, I want to look at your beautiful fingers,
Rosy nails of your hands, I will never forget,
Especially the skin on your beautiful hands.

Soft and tender are your thoughts,
Often you bring me to comfy slots.

How you own me is unknown to you,
Ears yours are so gorgeous & beautiful,
Awe-filled are my moments with you,
Violets and peaceful greens I love yours,
Even your tiniest responses are heart-rending,
Not just in the moment but for a lifetime,
Long lost lover from a past birth you are,
You are my eternal lover and my baby.

Caring for you I am now and forever,
Understanding my love you are,
Thanks for accepting my love,
Ethereal you are in my life.
My HP Poem #1701
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
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Infancy
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
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This baby is so full of life,
Playing the leisurely fife.

I am glad that now I have grown up,
Trust me when I say that of my existence there's no end.
My HP Poem #1655
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
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While referring to me
She previously used it to mean a
Very Important Person.

But now I've realized
My mistakes & worth in her life as a
Very Idiotic Person.

I used to care so much for her
I was protective for her future
My directions were my misgivings
This is what she thought of my advice.

She grew sick of my advice
She used to not follow it and suffer
She wasted eons stuck in the bog
All that after eating Punjabi junk food
And guess what, she prefers suffering health problems
And wasting her precious time in pain
She ditched me instead of abandoning junk food.

But to tell my young girlfriend
To follow a discipline in her life,
Is it such a grievous crime by me?

Whatever you might say,
She ditched me for it,
Like she did 2 years back.

She will think, 'Atul is a true lover,
He'll wait for me to repent,'

I am neither that ever forgiving God,
Nor I'm an idiot to again forgive,
I have moved on bearing at helm the self-respect I managed to preserve,
But she's surely not the one for me,
And I no longer care who's mine,
I'll live with that apparently egotistic persona.

Because I have kissed death once,
I realize what my standing in life means,
To me, I am the most important person now,
I'll live my life on my own terms,
Alone if I must.
Repeated mistakes will neither be forgiven,
Nor will they be forgotten.
Even I am a human being.

My HP Poem #709
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
Àŧùl
Do you know what's 1+1?
No. Seriously!
I mean to ask it.

Well it can't be generalized if you asked me.
Let me have the privilege of explaining how's, what's & why's...
Pay a bit of attention please...

Here, let me explain with examples...
Case I:
Consider a man & woman.
They marry each other to add into each other's lives.
They go for their honeymoon and have a baby (or some babies if multiple embryos succeed to develop).

Case II:
Consider unsafe ****** encounters.
Teenagers go for unwarranted *** with their counterparts and the girl gets pregnant. Here further cases of possibilities arise. Depending upon how either the girl or the boy and their parents react to the situation, there can be a single child or maybe multiple numbers of offspring here too!

So 1+1 = 2. Not always true!
My HP Poem #335
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
Àŧùl
Try to count her blessings in your life and even your hair strands will be so few,
Just accept me as a worldly avatar of hers and each moment will only be so new.
My HP Poem #1692
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
Àŧùl
I am a very old man
Living inside a plan
Of that great Creator
To create immortals
But I live in a body
That is very young
And very enthused
My HP Poem #1630
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
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My helmet was seared then,
But I guess that protected me.
I got hit on the left cheek-bone,
By some metallic stick-like object.
The onlookers froze on their vehicles,
Nobody could slow it down to 6000 fps.
They saw him collide turning to his right,
And I was the colliding object unfortunately.
All of it blurred, froze and blacked out for me,
Then I don't remember any pain which I suffered.
But my cranium is of diamond probably for itself,
Because someone special was written in my destiny.
My HP Poem #283
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
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Nirvana
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
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Loving you I discovered myself,
Loving you I've attained Nirvaṇa.
Loving you I've defined my Karma,
Loving you I've adopted my Dharma,
Loving you I've found my identity,
Loving you I've moulded my life,
Loving you I've known myself.

Loving you is my sole mission,
Loving you is my only passion,
Loving you is my raging fashion,
Loving you is my loyalty creation,
Loving you is my full regression,
Loving you is my lonely lotion,
Loving you is my fuller ration.

Loving you never was a regret,
Loving you I have recounted it all,
Loving you is a thing I always knew.
This one is for you, my darling best friend Pooh Bear, like all other poems of mine.

Regression: Past life regression, recounting one's previous birth.

My HP Poem #1693
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Pooja Shah
Àŧùl
Blanked out parts of my old memory,
Meted out an alienating treatment,
Short-term loss of my memory,
Still undergoing treatment,
Collectively boycotting my soul,
They do their duty of progressing,
Irked they are by my apparent ease.

They follow their basic instinct.

I don't mind it for what my life is.

"A Different Kind Of Hell."

I was supposed to have died but I survived and am made to live here.
I avail few special facilities for the differently-abled because of my 42% physical disability after my serious road accident as categorically defined by the Indian medical authorities.

My classmates are a jealous lot who are jealous of my being in the middle of them.

My HP Poem #1069
©Atul Kaushal
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