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Àŧùl Sep 2024
And as the Aaryavarta planet gave away.
The Řṣ̌ìjànáh, who were their scientists,
They made the spaceship or Vyómàyánà,
And all the remaining beings hopped on.
Fighting against the agents of Kàlìyùgàm,
Pràbháṣ̌gùpŧà and Vìbháṣ̌gùpŧà the twins,
The energy source was the vibrations of Om.

The Vyómàyánà took off into the oblivion.
This poem is about my novel Aaryavarta.

The Aaryavarta or Áryàvàrŧà Trilogy has three sequels.

My HP Poem #1983
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2024
To anyone and everyone,
I'm sorry.
If I ever made you cry,
I'm sorry.
If I ever made you sad,
I'm sorry.
Now I share the song of life,
Happily.
For I want to spread joy,
Happily.
My HP Poem #1982
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2024
At 19 years of age,
I composed it,
Remember.

For dear life I did,
Even so for her,
Remember.

"Tu Aaye Ya Na,
Main Jiyunga, Haan,
Main Jiyunga..."
My HP Poem #1981
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2024
Mark is a wandless wizard,
But he's not wordless.
He weaves dreams and poems,
Neither is spineless.
It's such a treat to read your verses,
Mark Wanless, you have my regards.
Stay Blessed and Healthy.
My HP Poem #1980
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2024
🖤❤️🤎🧡🤍🩶🖤
Always hoping for the good,
Rarely depressed, but now
Elated only by Tom & Jerry.

Had my life been a little less lonely,
Indeed I wouldn't be depressed,
Dead sure my heart wouldn't be sad,
Dreading the gaping hollowness,
Everyday I wakeup hoping for validation,
Not ready for more blind criticism.

The fiancée was jealous of my success,
How not I wanted, she was exactly that,
Expecting her to read my poems & novels.

Yet she wasn't interested in any of my arts,
Especially she disliked my songs,
Loving me she wasn't capable of,
Lonely & unwanted I felt,
Of me she thought to be vain,
What she didn't know I felt,
Someone she didn't respect.

Ambitions she had extreme,
Not ready to put her Karma,
Didn't I want just love from her.

Respect my wars she did not,
Even my victories,
Didn't impress her,
So, I called off the marriage.
My HP Poem #1979
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2024
I watched the skyline from the sea shore.
Staying seated on my comfy chair,
Behaving as if I didn’t care.
I still wanted to go to a new place,
Where I'd be loved,
And I'd be respected.
I realised that I must break the chains,
And I must surf the waves,
For I wanted to have new horizons.
My HP Poem #1978
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2024
I am waiting for her.

Arid responses will not encourage me,
Married to some stranger I shall not be.

But before you marry me,
Obviously, you should love me,
Right now I'm bereft of true love,
Erase my grief, don't be tacit,
Don't be brief, it's not implicit.

Away from me,
Lonely she's not,
Only sincere to life,
Not distracted by me,
Easy it's not to entice her.

Air in the room suffocates me,
So does my anonymity.

Hailing from the metro,
Early it is for her, a tad bit,
Love can certainly wait,
Love can surely grow.

But for her, I'll get an Enticer,
Up to her, I'll make it,
That's a promise to myself.

Her lips I'll long for,
Oh, not for a kiss,
Personally for some words,
Especially of admiration.

Thoughtful she's not,
Okay I'm not.

Beautiful dreams take time,
Especially as I'm weaving them alone.

Life, it gave me lemons,
Of all, I can't just make a lemonade,
Validation and I need some love too,
Efforts I put need validation,
Don't keep me deprived of love and attention.
2° Acrostic

My HP Poem #1977
©Atul Kaushal
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