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Àŧùl Feb 2017
Literally Atul Kaushal
Would mean
Incomparable Skill.
Seven words' poem
My HP Poem #1444
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
An accident I suffered gave me amnesia,
Not she did suffer any internal brain injuries,
Tasked with loving her forever I was,
Especially sweet seemed her young ego,
Roses fell into my mind as she kisses me,
Offered I to her a promise of forevermore,
Generous she was to reflect the promise,
Rightly she knew everything about me,
Assumed by me it was too likewise,
Doctoring me in her fantasies to recovery,
Enriched by her love and my poetry our love.

Atul lost his identity for Mystery,
Muster I did every last bit of loyalty,
Networking my way to Amritsar,
Especially so for meeting her,
Sipped through her lips I did,
Into her soul, I struck a string,
A*las, it was all an illusion of mine.
Yet another secondary acrostic poem.

My first concrete acrostic poem.

I really like the way it has turned out

Anterograde Amnesia (Short-term memory loss) apart from my principles in part restricted me from loving her as she desired.

She wanted an open relationship of sorts, but I am a traditional conventional lover of sorts.

Even now I wish to propose her the day I get a good job and I think that the day I desire and deserve is not far away.

Our future children will have a story to get inspired by and I will be writing a book about the two of us very soon after my M.Tech gets completed and I win her back.

My HP Poem #1424
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I wanted to be born again in this life,
For that I wanted her to be my wife.

But alas, she grew up too quickly,
Too different and too indifferent.

What I lost is not just a lover,
I lost a part of my total soul.

Now I should realize that,
Which I was ever escaping.

I have been always made to realize,
That only I will always be with me.

Only been able to picture myself alone,
'Cause they all leave me at the end of it.

Have I not been just watching them go,
Is she too not just an imposter of them?
My HP Poem #1407
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Acrostic poem.
I tell you all 'bout yourself so deeply.

Loss of words I'll never get surely,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Victory will come so quickly,
Ever imagining it as purely.

Your question goes clearly,
Of course sharing openly,
Up & above all happily.
My HP Poem #1400
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
I had only started recovery
After that inglorious accident
That I was faced with a seeming
Herculean task at hand as student
When I was to tackle ten exams
An attempt with forgetfulness
I broke no sweat in doing it
Impossible - what's that?
My HP Poem #1388
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Neither Bland,
Nor Akshant,
Not any other name.
Love me,
Or hate me,
But for I'm Atul.
The Incomparable.
Atul means Incomparable.
Kaushal means Skill.
So I am Incomparable Skill.
My HP Poem #1371
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Today is my birthday like I said earlier,
I am 1990 years younger than your Jesus,
But 2 days older than being as young.

Today I have people wishing me everywhere,
I am 99.9% satiated today as I write this,
But 'morrow I will be 100% content as I move on.

This will, of course, be for the permanence,
As she bears neither love nor penance,
But she only kept insulting my existence.

She does not deserve any true lover.
She first ruined my birthday in 2014 by double-crossing me for another more handsome-but-awfully wicked boy who just wanted to share a bed with her on the 3rd of December only 20 days prior to my birthday.

However, she realised her mistake soon afterwards and came back on March 24th in 2015.

Then finally she ruined my birthday in 2015 by ditching me again on 13th December just 10 days prior to my birthday.

HP Poem #1339
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
My age is less than your Jesus,
I was born 2 days before X-mas,
The year was 1990 Anno Domini.
My HP Poem #1336
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I'll make a career,
I'll make a living,
I'll make a life.

Then I'll have you closer,
I'll have you listening,
I'll have you as my wife.

But,
If you're happy with someone else,
Then I'd just wish you much more,
Health, contentment & happiness.
My HP Poem #996
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
It Was A New Delhi To Bangalore Flight In 1994
I Was Aged Three Years & 7 Months At The Time
We Did Start From Karnal For New Delhi At 1400
Mom Feared It That We Might Miss Our Flight
I Did Not Say Anything As I Knew Not Why So...

Anyways, We Reached IGI Airport In New Delhi
Here We Checked-In At The Domestic Terminus
Remember The Security Folks Tickling My Body
Maa Disappeared Into A Screen - Wooden Frame
I Looked Silently At The Smiling Security Man...

Then We Had To Cross Over In The Boarding Area
I Was Not Allowing My Young Eyes To Rest At All
Closely Following My Mum As Dad Was Not Here
Then Just As We Mounted The Taxiing Bus, I Said Aloud,
"I Am Not Here For The Bus!!!
Where's The Flight?"

Such was my childhood.
Everyone around us started laughing happily on listening to this young & innocent comment and the young - very young me was unable to understand why I was not on the flight right away - young age innocence!

My HP Poem #293
©Atul Kaushal
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