#kaushal poems on Hello Poetry

Àŧùl May 2017

It's been 7 years since my accident,
Today my grievous injuries are old,
Nothing I could've done to prevent,
But I'm so happy today that I'm bold.
I will live and I will happily thrive,
When it is time I'll be really happy,
Elements are expressed in me all five.

A single terror that still haunts me,
I do not want a long life for future,
Instead I prefer a really small life,
If it is happy with a family to inspire.
Wait I don't for a beautiful partner,
I look for a fine woman as my wife,
Not another immature person for life.

Today I am really happy with time,
I am really happy with May 7, 2017,
Unlike 2010, this May 7 was happy,
This very day started in the midnight.
I had my rebirth day with friends,
My friend Kamlesh had her b'day,
We clubbed both of the celebrations.

May 7, 2017 was a great day in my life.
I celebrated my rebirth day and my sisterly friend Kamlesh's birthday in the department.
I had brought two cakes for the party and everyone loved the glazed fruits topping on the vanilla-base and green apple cream of the vegetarian round-shaped cakes.

Though I still resent Kripi for leaving a gaping hole in my life by ditching me unexpectedly out of the blues just for helping herself give into her own internal demons of incompetency. I know that I will find it easy to move on if I stop considering all new girls I meet as my sisters as I am not committed any longer with an insecure girl who would fret about losing me to a better looking girl.

My HP Poem #1529
©Atul Kaushal

#7 #seconds #by #atul #kaushal #accident #happiness #recovery

Àŧùl Feb 2017

No Longer

Not a happy write is this one,
She has just killed the lover in me.
Someone else I will be never again,
Loved as Atul I will be once again.
Surely not loved by Mystery,
But a deserving girl will love me.

Yesterday I did talk to Mystery,
She was busy winning a debate.
Well she won it very well,
Because she did debate alone.
She did a favour to me,
As now I know what she is.

I definitely do not love her any longer.

My HP Poem #1449
©Atul Kaushal

#self #atul #kaushal #only #realization

Àŧùl Feb 2017

Atul Kaushal

Literally Atul Kaushal
Would mean
Incomparable Skill.

Seven words' poem
My HP Poem #1444
©Atul Kaushal

#my #atul #kaushal #name #skill #means #incomparable

Àŧùl Jan 2017

I Love You

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

#love #i #you #atul #kaushal #acrostic #myself

Àŧùl Jan 2017

When They Thought It's Impossible

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

#man #the #impossible #atul #kaushal #for #nothing #is #named

Àŧùl Dec 2016

I Am Really Happy Today

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

#happy #atul #kaushal #to #birthday #tension #relaxed

Àŧùl Jan 2015

7 Seconds

I would like you all to buy my novel's eBook @
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or
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which is the link to my novel's eBook. Its title is 7 Seconds which has sold around 20 copies by now with positive reviews by its few readers.
A Facebook fan page at www.facebook.com/7SecondsAKS has already gathered a large following just from the introduction.

You'll need a credit card or an internationally enabled debit card for this purpose.

After the extremely serious accident on 7th of May in 2010 which had me on the brink of dying a comatose death, I'm in a transition from my bachelor's degree to a master degree.

I need to independently bear my medical expenses. The story is awesome and is definitely going to impress you. 7 Seconds is a novel that contains many story-related poems.

It is a fast paced story of more than 100,000 words which traces its origins from my real life and is then entirely a fiction. It has the flavours of teen fiction, romance novel, sci-fi, spirituality, anti-terrorism, tourism and the unmistakable tangy Desi flavour of India.

Trust my word. Buy the fabulous story. I couldn't get it published in hard copy because of the corrupt Indian system which also has entangled the youth of India.

If you like my poems, you are going to love my novel.

In today's date, hard copy of a novel is both taxing on the Environment and the buyer. An eBook is not only far more economical and greener than a conventional novel but also it is more easily accessible on a handheld device.

All I can say is that I request you to do your bit both for the environment, and also for your beloved poet who wants to bear his medical expenses on his own till his studies get completed.

Not a poem but a hopeful request. Try this Indian poetical novelist's story.

#story #best #green #awesome #atul #kaushal #novel #seconds #7 #ebook

Àŧùl Dec 2012

I'm Scarred - They're Scared

On my left wrist,
My left knee &
My memory
I carry the vestiges of 7th May, 2010.

Physical marks of,
A grievous peril
When I was
I was on the death bed, the bed number 7.

Dreaded bed it is,
In the SGRH &
Only those
Hopeless cases with death knocking are granted 7.

Only child I am,
My parents
Were
Apprehensive about my survival from the 20-day coma.

But their worries,
Care & concern
Paid off
And today I write this poem - contrary to what the doctors had initially said.

And the people,
They wince
At My
Scars - Scared from their own instant imagination of the pain that I've been through.

To some other people,
I'm a living miracle
And to others
I am just a man who glorifies his sufferings - to his own merit anywhere and everywhere .

To the ones of the last kind,
I just have the words
That nobody can
Or rather nobody wants to change their thinking or tell them to try knocking their senses off for weeks.

Initially after my accident when I was in a general hospital, the doctors there had told my father to do the last services & just shook their heads to my mother
SGRH - Sir Ganga Ram's Hospital is a state-of-the-art hospital located at New Delhi where I was saved - by the doctors, my own will-power & my well-wishers' blessings

© Atul Kaushal

#survival #vestiges #injuries #luckily #survived #atul #kaushal

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