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Seema Aug 2017
Maa Yashoda ke tum dulaare
Tujhe tere bhakt pukare
Chale aao mere makhan chor
Tujhse bandhi hai preet ki dor
Mohini muskaan, chanchal ye maan
Teri pooja karoon mei jeewan bhar
Aayi hai teri madhur janam diwas
Meri hirdaye mei basay rahena, bas
Shama karna, har bhool ko mere Kanha
Kabhi mujhe bhool se bhool na jaana
Haath jhod kar, tujhe sumiroon
Yaad tujhe har pal karoon
Poori kar doh apne bhakto ki kami
Aap ko shubh ** ye janmastami...


©sim
**TRANSLATED ENG**

You are mother "Yashodas" darling
Your followers call upon you
Please come, my little butter thief
With you, is my whimsical tie
Charming smile, restless this heart
Your prayer I do throughout my life
Your mellifluous birthday has come
May you stay in my soul always
Forgive all my fouls, O' Kanha
Never by mistakenly forget me ever
I fold my hands in rosary
I think of you all the time
Fulfill the wishes of your followers
Happy birthday to you...

©sim
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Initially,
Her thought was a positive one,
And my memory sharpened,
So much that I still remember,
The first time she doublecrossed,
So like kids I had wept for her,
And an older friend Madhur,
His shoulder was my tear pillow.

Madhur had said, "If she made you cry now, how can she be your fabled truest lover, your soulmate?"

I remember how she had argued,
That I never cared enough for her,
But all my time was just for herself,
I so resent her for ever forgetting it,
How she revised her 10th with me,
I gifted her self-belief back then,
I know now she silences me.

I remember how I fixed a deal,
We sold the Bengaluru property,
For it our family had flown there,
But I remember how she was misled,
2013 was marred by an old terror,
My old phobia of getting ditched,
She forgot I got it sold for her.

2014 was a bit happier for me,
But I had wrongfully let her be,
I gave her immature self the key,
That key to my utmost happiness,
To behave like that I was foolish,
She was happy having my time,
Did I ever look at another girl?

I remember when my dad was ill,
He was admitted to the hospital,
In '15 winters it was exam time,
She had 'gain swayed off of me,
Young girl presented a Catch-22,
Choose from my thirst or thy dad,
I chose dedicatedly serving my dad.

I still try to woo her back in vain,
For I know she is a bullet astray,
Shot into the period by her age,
Social bounds are now a cage,
Like a Catty she pounces upon,
She surfs upon an internet tide,
And thinks that she is up to date.

Now I feel so tired of trying,
But I will try once again,
I will go to her house,
Once more I will go,
My course ends soon,
Now I just have to gain,
For there is nothing to lose.

Even our newer bigger home,
In Karnal comes to completion,
Opportunities are many in here,
Researching life I am indulged in,
Now is the time for me to watch,
Plan, act & watch the outcome,
I see joy is 'round the corner.

My happiness is in my own hand,
The pursuit of it is not so bland,
It is the most full of challenge,
No time to lose in indulgence,
It's now when I must perform,
The pursuit approaches an end,
My joy is in making destiny bend.
My HP Poem #1587
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I draw a stark contrast with my parents...
Though I am more similar to my dad now,
I was closer to my mother when I was a kid..
Both are traditional and strict vegetarians,
I am a strict omnivorous who'd eat meat.

I have stark contrast with my siblings too...
I exist actually but they don't even virtually,
They do not exist and I am just so very lonely..
I can only always just miss them so very much,
They are only so hypothetical like the happy me.

But I do draw some parallels with few friends...
Even they are lonely now after finally growing up,
My friend Madhur has had a really sweet singing voice..
That's how we are best friends for the remainder of our lives,
He only lacks practice as there is a weird husk to his voice now.

We rocked together, me & Madhur, surely...
They, our parents, say we would keep jamming,
Till the middle of the night would descend on both..
That's how we composed some songs rocking together,
We both lack practice as my playing hand is incapable now.

My body is 42% physically challenged, sadly...
But I have my limbs intact with the injured brain,
I am posed with allegations of me always faking it..
So yes, I will confess today, yes I can only fake it now,
But what do I fake? The smiles and the happiness I mean.
The only resentment is that we grew up.

Don't be mean with me.

My HP Poem #1122
©Atul Kaushal
Pratyush Jul 2019
Khubsurat sa desh tha pehle hamara,
Khub tareef karta tha yeh zamana,
Baat thi kuch uss desh meh nirali,
Kyuki Charo aur thi bas hariyali,
Badal chuki hai mere desh ki laali,
Tut chuki hai bhaichare ki daali,
Apne de rahe hai ek doosre ko gaali,
Aaj koi saath nahi manata holi ya diwali,
Kaha gayi mere desh ki voh hariyali,
Bandha hua hai desh dhaago se kaali,
Kaat dena hai voh dhage hume saari,
Banate hai desh ko jaise ek madhur kawaali,
Vapas aayegi mere desh meh voh laali,
Tareef karegi hamare desh ki duniya saari,
Saath milkar raho mere desh vaasi,
Door rahehi bhedbhav ki voh saaya kaali.
Teri Kalam se meine apni Kalam Ko dekha
Phir tum likhti Rahi jaise ki Mann me khuch **
Jo lagatar dilo dimaag me guldasta bana Raha **
Aur likhte likhte mein tumhe dekhta raha..
Raah e dhoondta tumhare madhur geet aur yeh mazbur Dil
Dooriyaan aur peepal ki patti ki tarah Pavitra tum
Yeh mera mann Nashe me ghumta bas pyaar hi pyaar me

Sitaro ka jhilmilana
O Dil e nadaan
aakash ko Nadi me dekhta Chand e Tamannah
Akhiyon  me doobta hazaron sapne liye
Dhoondta Dil e Raaz ...
...
To the bathroom and back through the lounge to the kitchen, on to the balcony, something is wrong with me, walked miles and miles and not got anywhere, not seen anyone, never did anything and if I did it wasn't me, a peculiarity from a previous existence, deny it all, but this is different, there's another me outside of me on the balcony and yet still part of me that's not very pleased and I'm not too happy either.

If I stopped
if I stayed
if I got down on my knees and
the other me says,

"What?, Prayed!
don't make me laugh"

almost now a shadow
I am locked in with a madman
and that's another thing not to be
happy about,

so
I look out of the window
with my eyes tightly shut
which
does nothing
and that's what I've been doing
nothing,

Oh! cooking, I've been cooking
found a book in
the library, recipes from
Madhur Jaffrey,
an Indian,
saw her in 'Shakespeare Wallah'
knew she was an actress
but
didn't know she could cook.
still harmless, but hide the knives

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