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Nov 2013 · 1.7k
A Conscience Full Of Trust
Àŧùl Nov 2013
You will be greeted by me always with a conscience full of trust.
There will be me standing at the end of the dark tunnel holding a lantern full of rust.
You won't be disappointed with a meeting full of just lust.

This relation is more of a godly religion to me and as I think of it proudly puffed is my bust.
My devotion to my goddess is such that it will never be betrayed and never leave the must..

So mellow and so soft is our relation beneath its divine and strong crust...
My HP Poem #487
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Let me declare in the opening of this article that at the time of writing this article I was a young man aged almost 23 years but have never had *** as a personal choice based upon my experience. My reasons for not getting laid till now are not many but just three reasons:
1. I am a guy who is a one woman man.
2. I believe that whatever may be my future wife's virginity status, I am not to loose it to anyone else but to herself.
3. I have analysed and found that for Indian men the best age to loose their virginity is not before 25 years of age and similarly for Indian women, the best age to loose it is not before they themselves are at least 23 years of age.

You all might already have labeled me various titles till now, but wait let me tell you the whole story and I would rather recommend you to be ready for trashing all your presumptions. It's all about self-control that this article is about. You can easily relax and lie back as you are going through my article.

I have a female friend from a big city in India who has been subjected to the raging problem of today's world. I'll be referring to her as Dhara, she was in the first year of her college life when she fell for a good looking rich guy and this guy, Sagar, was her classmate.

In the beginning of their relationship, they both were like the very much perfect 'made-for-each-other' couple like in stories. They both shared a golden relationship between each other and neither of them were aware that one day they will be made to separate away from each other.

The two of them seemed inseparable and one fine day Dhara even eloped with Sagar to start a new life with him. Sagar took her to a new home that he succeeded in procuring for them. It was a farmhouse away from the city. Dhara started following all the daily chores as an ideal housewife would. Both of them ceased attending the college and dedicated all their time to love making. Three months after having eloped, Dhara happily told Sagar that she was pregnant.

In the mean time, Sagar's father who is a powerful person in politics decided to make him marry a different girl for political benefits. And this way a problem arose from this fact that Sagar was told by his family that soon he would be married to a girl for political reasons. Along with this, both Sagar and his father were jailed in a political context. The trouble which had befallen was resolved by another powerful politician who bailed both the father-son duo out of the problem with a condition that Sagar married his daughter.

Sagar then told Dhara regarding the same problem at his home. Dhara straight away went to Sagar's home hoping to win hearts and showed them the Mangalsutram which Sagar had tied around her neck. The Mangalsutram turned out to be the same which Sagar's mother had found missing.

Dhara was accused of thievery and was put behind the bars for the same in the followup time. Sagar somehow succeeded in bailing Dhara out from behind the bars. Soon, Dhara was asked by Sagar to take some emergency contraceptive pills which halted her pregnancy in a period less than three months. Then Sagar ejected himself out from the unregistered marriage, resumed his regular college studies and ditched Dhara.

Here, both Dhara and Sagar were at fault according to me. Neither of them were at an age which could be considered marriageable, either medically or morally. Both had studies to undertake which they turned to for diverting their minds.

Dhara shared with her elder brother regarding the same event having taken place in her life. Then one fine day, I met Dhara at our university's Students' Activity Centre - SAC, where I had been to the University Food Orbit - UFO, and I started conversation with a group sitting there and we both got to know about each other and exchanged numbers at her insistence.

So much experience had made Dhara a wisecrack when it came to making friends. She accepts that it was her mistake that she took a rush of hormones to be love.

In addition to this Indian viewpoint over the subject, a Western viewpoint needs to be mentioned separately because of the biological differences between our bodies' biological observations and our differently made up societal liabilities and settlements.

The West has a superior physique for both men and women and professional services. So the ideal age to loose it dips by 2 years.

To end with the article, I would like to summarise the best age and conditions of loosing virginity globally with a special localisation to India:
1. Get married firstly and then loose it only to your life partner.
2. If you must still have the pleasures of love making before your marriage with the person you have your first *******, keep it safe and pleasant. Use a ****** or similar contraceptive if you must have *** before the ideal age but remember that these may fail as well, even if rarely.
This is not a poem, so comment keeping this thing in mind.
Originally published at:
http://aksspiritualthoughts.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-best-age-to-loose-it.html
Àŧùl Nov 2013
The winter months of 2010 were not happy,
It was a hellish time for me to pass through,
So intense were the splinters of a lonely past,
It might be much easier to have rather died,
The ghosts of loneliness had made me mad.

I waited for you since many years it seems,
The pain now numbed with you by my side,
Relieving is the precious presence in my life,
The mere voice of yours acts as a painkiller,
I wait just to touch your cheeks with mine..

The hug will tell you how much I love you,
It would take me to that far away oblivion,
So you would then be able to feel me there,
It shall bring much peace to me ultimately,
The trip to happiness lasts for a lifetime.....
You came to my life on 19th June, 2012.

My HP Poem #486
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 3.3k
What Is Your Name Again?
Àŧùl Nov 2013
This is about my beloved physiotherapist.
He tried his best to help me recover quick.
And today the initial period is reminiscent.

Dr. Amrinder Singh Kaler,
My generous physiotherapist,
Has a rather rare surname.

I used to enquire his name,
As I was extremely curious,
Much like a kid I had been.

Brain injury took heavy toll,
Severely quick memory loss,
At times I used to forget it all.

All day long I was apprehensive & confused,
Scared I remained thinking of physical pain,
I would ask them if someone would come.

I would ask him his name during therapy,
My memory was extremely short & poor,
I slowly learnt his first & second names.

But I would still ask him his surname,
I was not be told straight away by him,
He told me to strain my mind & guess it.

To tell him his own name was not easy,
Especially when I was so much in pain,
It was so much difficult for me to tell it.

But after few months' passage,
It didn't pain much to exercise,
As much as when I was worse.

I found it difficult to recall his surname,
I did say several Sikh surnames to him,
I would say all surnames but his own.
Later I started doing it just for fun.
It was really funny to see his frustrated face.

Sorry Amrinder Bhraji, and thank you for your services and efforts.

My HP Poem #485
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 821
Her Worship, My Love
Àŧùl Nov 2013
For her, I am a good lover.
For her, I am a disbeliever.
For her, I am a sweet stranger.

She often worships her deities.
She worships the flute playing deity.
She may be knowing that I worship her.

For me, she is the Angel and a blessing.
For me, she is the deity to be worshipped.
For me, she is my morning, evening & night.
My HP Poem #484
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 7.0k
My Eyesight & My Vision
Àŧùl Nov 2013
My eyesight is weak without eyeglasses...
It further deteriorated after an accident..
The accident failed to affect a part of me.

The part of mine is something awesome.
In the brain it is placed as an intangible..
My vision is the thing which improved...
Vision and eyesight are much different.

My HP Poem #483
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 580
Prime One Out
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Had this dream been exclusively mine only,
I would not have worried this way about it,
I actually would not have tried at all for it...

Greater good is imminent above the horizon,
We have got to just peer beyond the problem,
We could not get better if we do not try for it..

This place around us two if it gets the better,
You are not alone here facing farce of time,
You have wishes & love for better strength.

You are the prime one out who smiles cute.
My HP Poem #482
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 940
Mirror Rhyme
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Tale | elaT
Of | fO
A | A
Mirror | rorriM
Is | sI
Best | tseB
Told | dloT
By | yB
Itself | flestI
And | dnA
Not | toN
On | nO
E-Paper. | .repa9-3
My HP Poem #481
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 707
My Age
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I feel very younger by years,
Each time I hear you talking,
Or when I look at your snap.

Is it 'cause you're my bestie,
Each time you share happy,
Or tearful thoughts with me.

I am but 6 years & 9 months,
Elder to say just biologically,
Or from my heart I'm young.
My HP Poem #480
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 3.2k
Quirky? Nope!
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Many of them often think of me quirky,
Poor!!! Poor people as they fail to make,
Make out new found aplomb in my life.

Maybe I should accept the accusations,
Please them with all my sugary words,
Much of them will mould their opinion.

Myself changing is unnecessary really,
Plus she loves the original defacto me,
My darling you make me feel carefree.
My HP Poem #479
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 965
How She Coils Up In Her Bed
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Thinking about me,
She starts longing,
For me & my touch.

She coils in her bed,
Missing me she smiles,
The pillow in her clutch.

Twinkling in the sockets,
The two dwindling stars,
She sinks deep in the bed.

But she could only imagine it,
How my manly touch would be,
Soft & sensual or strong & rough.

Pitch dark nights she spends awake,
Whispering my name from far away,
She swings alone in crests & troughs.

Missing me dearly & often complains,
Satiating her with my words & poems,
That's all that I could supply her with.
Just wait for a day after few years for us to meet.

Inverted Wine Flask

My HP Poem #478
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 487
Romance Is My Muse
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Romance is my muse,
It makes me feel her,
It makes me happy.
I oftentimes hear,
I start to feel her,
Romance is gold,
Romance is good,
Romance is happy,
It takes my tension,
Away, away & away.
My HP Poem #477
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
It's been long said in ancient Sanskrit texts,
"Yatha twam karasi,
Tatha twam bhogasi."

This roughly translates as 'As you sow, so you reap.'

This is true to the core but it's neither unconditional nor is it surely possible for you or me to be happy tomorrow even if we do good today. You might also have observed that sometimes you don't get exactly what you desired and yearned for when putting all your efforts. I will explain in the text that follows.

I am not Superman or a Godman blessed with super powers. I just believe in humanitarian virtues of course for all my life. And I don't despise the idea of theism. As some other people among the readers and their respective circles even I tame the same ideology about God having created the universe and then let us take charge.

I don't get involved in worshipping the creator, but I do thank that creator for having created us all. But how do I keep myself away from the various types of evils? The answer lies within.

What I identify as evil or deleterious to anyone or anything else, I don't do that and I totally despise all of it. Doing so I am aware that what I have been taking to and what I should get into. Whether it's my career or my love life, it almost totally depends on me and my Karma. The remaining few bits also depend on time and third parties who can affect my life greatly or maybe a little.

I don't know about what they quote other "Spiritual" people about and I feel that each of us can have our own views about time. I don't feel the urge to read about spiritual issues written by some well-publicised so called "Spiritual Gurus or Dharmatmas" who talk about out of the body experience.

The next time you think about some problem posed to you, your relative or a close friend, do try the following:
Just get out of your own mindset, think about the issue from a neutral point of view with your sixth sense (common sense) in right place. You're bound to find out the best way for solving it; let it be life or let it be any matter related to it.
This is not a poem or a debatable matter, but just my perspective on the aforesaid matter. I don't look for any suggestions for some improvements in my virtues.
Nov 2013 · 559
Heart - Oh My Heart!
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Heart - Oh my heart!
Your heart it's been..
From ages it seems...

Hair - Oh your hair!
I rest in this shade..
Relaxing as I sleep...

Mind - Oh my mind!
Your thoughts stay..
Sunrise to sunrise...

Sleep - Oh your sleep!
Eludes the cute eyes..
Long days & nights...

Eyes - Oh my eyes!
Crave only yours..
Through the year...

Hands - Oh your hands!
Long just for my hands..
Distance between hands...

Lips - Oh my thirsty lips!
Can be satiated by yours..
Our love is at a distance...
My HP Poem #476
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 1.6k
Moonstruck - I Protect You
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Moonstruck...
I am moonstruck from your charm,
Come now you should hold my arm,
I will be a shield against any firearm,
Gone will be your fear of nightmares,
I am your own bodyguard who cares,
None can harm you as none can dare.
My HP Poem #475
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 405
I Know Not My Dear
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I know not my dear,
Since what moment you,
Have your place in my heart.

Either you have sneaked yourself,
Or I have stolen you from God,
And I love you so much.

All these notes of music,
So off note having you away,
And what you have done with me.

I looked at you with my eyes open,
Many miles away you live now,
I found you very far away.

Couldn't be brewed better,
This coffee is not much bitter,
Blessed with your untouched love.

Slowly starting to settle in my life,
Very deep down in my mind,
Your kind words of love.

I kindle your love for me,
I haven't been better & braver,
I consider you destiny's gift for me.
My HP Poem #474
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine us - you and me,
Sitting at the end of everything,
Beyond the scope of time and space...

Here is where there is no dark or light,
No colour and not even black or white,
Just two of us together for each other..

This place beyond all places I tell you,
If union eludes us until the end,
We will get united there.
My HP Poem #473
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I wish that I could say what goes on my mind,
I wish that my heart had its own loud voice,
I wish that you could smell it only in my breath.

I only wish to speak those three words openly,
I only wish to say those in front of everyone,
I only wish to receive you with my arms spread.

I want you to feel like having gotten the best,
I wait for your arrival in my life that day,
I will be right here for you each day every year.
My HP Poem #472
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 938
History Maker
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Me: I am a weird guy.
You: Well, who isn't weird?
Me: True enough, but I am a bit more weird.
You: Alright, go on, tell me your story.
Me: I met with a life-threatening road accident.
You: So what, several do, even I did.
Me: I was in a 23-day comatose state.
You: That's interesting, what had happened?
Me: I was hit by this idiot on the highway.
You: Who was at mistake - you or him?
Me: Both, I was over-speeding and he turned without any indication.
You: What was your approximate speed that day?
Me: Around 90, it's a highway, you can't expect me to drag my bike below that speed.
You: Alright, but in the end your life went off the track.
Me: My fourth semester exams were going to be held 10 days later, I was made to shift my college due to circumstances.
You: That means you're at loss in the end, what happened to the other biker?
Me: A good man took me to the hospital and noted the other bike's registration number.
You: You are still at loss.
Me: Yes and no. I have accepted that the accident had happened.
You: What happened with your studies?
Me: I started life again at the new college sans any older friends but I have performed what they term 'miraculous' as I cleared 10 examinations at a go instead of the regular 5 examinations to end a semester.
You: Very good, but be careful now on. (Admiring me inside)
This is not a poem, merely an example of how people who are talking to me react if they come to know about the accident.
Nov 2013 · 405
Here I Fall
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Here I fall,
Into your embrace.
If I'm sad,
You'll make me smile.
I know this because,
You're there for me.

A crazy guy,
I fall again.
Crazily for you,
I gather some pain.
I know this because,
You're there for me.

A lazy guy,
I slipped again.
Crazily for you,
I gather some pain.
I know this because,
You're there for me.

Here I fall,
Into your embrace.
If I'm sad,
You'll make me smile.
I know this because,
You're there for me.
My HP Poem #471
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 5.1k
The Fresher Interview
Àŧùl Nov 2013
When I was subjected to ragging by seniors,
"It is illegal," I warned them beforehand,
"The kid seems to have gone throughout,
The itenary before boarding the college bus."
A senior student was jeering at me.
I must be appearing like a *******.
"Don't worry, we will only ask for your introduction, consider it an interview. Please," said another senior.
"Alright if you request," I replied and I waited for their questions.
"Introduce yourself to us in few words." I was told by the other senior who had jeered.
"My name is Atul Kaushal, thank you." I jeered back at the senior.
My HP Poem #470
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Your love is valued by me according to you,
Correct.

It's not measurable or say it's immeasurable,
Yes.

But I think its value for me is as much as of,
Oxygen.
My HP Poem #469
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 477
A Perfect Crime
Àŧùl Nov 2013
A perfect crime is one
That involves two
Living hundred kilometres away three
It then sprouts into four
Or seldom into five
The crime succeeds if it surpasses decades six
And luckily across seven.
My HP Poem #468
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 563
Today
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Today's a really bright morning,
The temperature was really fine,
To set a personal record of speed.

In the morning set off on my bicycle,
Its previous record of speed was 33.7,
I defeated my old record to 34.9 kmph.

I'm currently content with this new one,
In my mind I have that old record broken,
I'll look to break my new record tomorrow.
I know that I am really quick as far as amateur cycling is concerned, but I need to be a lot more fast to get more satisfaction.

I am not a professional cyclist, but I really like the idea of being able to be a pro one day.

But I don't think that there's any better competitor for me than myself.

My HP Poem #467
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 362
You Often Claim
Àŧùl Nov 2013
You often claim that you can,
Do anything for us to be one.

Sometimes thinking about it,
I feel having drifted to miles.

I am so often busy thinking,
About you, me & she living...
She is our future daughter.
My HP Poem #466
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I always tell you that I love you,
I am short of words while saying so,
I have taken the unspoken pledge of love,
I won't ever get separated from you,
I assure you that until the end...

I find myself crazy for our love,
I find yourself crazy in my love too,
I hear your voice when you don't speak,
I really think that we're going good,
I can just barely guide myself...

I hope that someday will come,
I will look at our pictures together,
I would take you away to a sweet place,
I will take care of your smiles and,
I will not let your eyes be wet...
My HP Poem #465
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 1.3k
Love You Hamesha
Àŧùl Nov 2013
And Forever,
Every day,
And night.

In happiness,
Or sadness,
In anger..

In discomfort,
Or comfort,
In life...

Through years,
Or months,
Through weeks..

Through smiles,
Or through tears & fears,
Through all the miles.

Love you hamesha and forever.
Hamesha is a Persian-origin Urdu/Hindi word meaning either always or forever under different usages.

My HP Poem #464
©Atul Kaushal
Nov 2013 · 732
My Letter To My Loved One
Àŧùl Nov 2013
There are many such poems composed by you which I admire and love.

I respect you as a gifted human being in my life.

You have a great identity for me and you really rock my life.

Thanks for being the way you've been around for all these days in my mind buddy and for all the quality time spent with each other.

I have found you on the phone and over the Internet anytime I was feeling really lonely.

I can only keep wondering what auspicious moment was it that you were written in my destiny and merely smile to answer it.

I know that you are wondering what makes me blabber such cute stuff about us, but you know that you should also try harder to get what you want from your career.

In the end, I reassure you that I am and I will be around for you forever and ever.
Not a poem actually, but it seems really worthwhile sharing this.

My HP Poem #463
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
On the outside of the city of Karnal,
Opposite the Bull Complex of NDRI,
Situated is its Christian cemetery...

Deserted it seems away from the city,
No attendants stay at its rusted gates,
Beyond its boundary an eerie silence..

Once in a blue moon it is thronged by,
Many mourners clad in formal black,
But silenced afterwards the coffin dug 6' deep.
The Christian cemetery at north of Karnal, a primarily Hindu city in the northern state Haryana of India, looks deserted - eerily so.

My HP Poem #462
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 395
Rolling Down Under
Àŧùl Oct 2013
I have this thought coming to my mind,
A distant vision of the Hell Down Under,
People live far away beyond all the seas.

Good lands seem far away from here on,
Thanks to the extent of times & progress,
People can take a flight or use a webcam.

Sun burning overhead entire day long,
Thirsty desert lands emptied long ago,
People reached here were scared then.
Such must have been the conditions of the teams who discovered and colonised Australia back at that time.

My HP Poem #461
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 445
The Last Poem
Àŧùl Oct 2013
If I must die someday,
And all activities must cease,
I will still be saying that one last poem,
That'll be the last one by me,
You will get it for you.
One more poem the last one,
I shall never compose anymore poetry,
It's not that others can't love,
But none could better.
So as long as I am with you,
I am for you to love so just rest assured.
The first person in this particular poem is me.
The second person is my beloved friend.
Just tell me what do you think about it.

My HP Poem #460
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Whether it's her pose of Attention!
Or it is the pretty pose of her smiling,
Relaxed and casual and friendly informal,
I'm to see her polite face in each of the photos,
Innocence radiating from her young face,
She is an innocent Aphrodite smiling,
Waiting for her devotee patiently!
Her devotee in love here is none other than myself.

I imagined her with many faces; 'an innocent Aphrodite' is just one of those many moods and thereby according to me, 'an innocent Aphrodite' stands explained for.

She's even the cute Cupid's feminine version who struck me with her arrow.

My HP Poem #459
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Never met each other yet in love,
Just so very delicate is this dove,
Love has given us a light shove.

An easy loving shove given to us,
We just long to meet each other,
Waiting period of love is sweet.

Even sugar feels so very tasteless,
It has been ages since I last felt it,
Every taste bud now awaits you.

Ranjha and Heer we probably are not,
We'll show them we won't be a failure,
Right before your final flight with me.

I will come once in stark daylight,
On a metallic horse to pick you up,
Taking as much as I can in the fight.

The center of all my wishes is you,
It is known to our kind that is here,
The wishlist expect your is very few.

I'm relaxing with your memories now,
Calm is your cool voice inside my head,
Wonderful echoes of the Crown of love.
Ranjha-Heer are parallel to Romeo-Juliet.
They fight against the hostile backdrop but fail to unite with each other.
We will attain each other, happily but we are to achieve material success first in life and therefore my darling we are going to work harder.

My HP Poem #458
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 355
Baby - Wait!
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Baby if you ascend to the heavenly abode totally alone,
Wait for me as I find it impossible to breathe by myself without you in my life then.
My HP Poem #457
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 1.1k
They Sprinkle Holy Water
Àŧùl Oct 2013
When they pray then they sprinkle,
Holy Water all around the place,
The place of worship often in home,
Or in the gathering place to pray,
But they more than often forget to sprinkle,
The Holy Water in their conscience.

How they come back to the extent of sinning,
Hardly unnoticeable is the way they pose,
Pose after praying to look innocent and clean..

And then they sprinkle holy water...
My HP Poem #456
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 1.4k
Perfection
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Perfection is really hard to achieve,
Still I try not to budge from the path,
From the harder path to perfection,
For I wish to make perfection mine,
Staying truest is my determination,
Determination to achieve perfection,
For I am the one that will be yours.
Forever.

My HP Poem #455
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
And so I asked my future wife,
With a smile on my calm face,
When we made a new decision,
About getting a new apartment,
To which she replied innocently,
"How would it be helping us now?
If we made away with Craig's list,
Wouldn't he be at significant loss?"

I didn't reply and merely smiled,
It was a slightly pleasant surprise,
Taken by her cutely innocent reply,
I told her that what a Craigslist was,
Even she was laughing at herself now.
Just a vision.

My HP Poem #454
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 817
If I Must Die Someday Then
Àŧùl Oct 2013
If I Must Die Someday Then
I'll love to breathe my last having you in my eyes,
My weak-wrinkled face would craved for your eyes,
And believe me not because I ask but because I don't tell any lies.

If I must die someday then
I'll love to hold on to your hands until the end,
My fading-dimming eyesight will seek your eyes in the end,
And believe me not because I love you but because you do too.

If I must die someday then
I'll love to collapse in your embrace at that time,
My feeble-waning breath shall halt with your tears dropping in the end,
And believe me not because I am good but because you love me, I will wait for you in heaven.
Toasting to our love today, tomorrow and forever.

My HP Poem #453
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 469
Who Painted The World?
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Who painted the world,
The brightest Sun & Moon,
The glittering Stars & Nebulae,
The cherry Cheeks of little Babies,
The venomous Fangs of thin Snakes,
The grapish Eyes of young Babies,
The twinkling Oceans & Waters,
The beautiful Lips of Yours,
Who painted the world?
Japanese Lantern - Concrete Poetry.
Oh baby, you inspired this poem.

My HP Poem #452
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
There're two ways of being unique.
One is by being inspirational to all..
The other is by being corrupting to all...
You will be accepted by all in your contact..
You just have to be straight, normal and you'll be happy.
Being straight is much more exciting than being homosexual.

I have accepted being straight is a much more sensible thing.

Try to be different the honest way than being homosexual.

It's against the laws of nature and love to be homosexual.

Homosexuality is a psychotic disorder that can be treated.

Try not to restrain oneself from commenting against the homosexual psyche.

To the homosexual people who are looking for ways of criticism for this piece of sound advice:

Just ask yourself in the mirror whether you have never felt embarrassed inside your own mind when you foolishly declare your homosexuality in front of the world without any problem.

My HP Poem #451
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
She, and me!
She's my best friend,
She makes me proud of my destiny.

She rhymes just so cutely with me,
Her name is Mummy,
Mummy, and me!

Here 'me' is Atul Kaushal!
Even phonetically, Mummy rhymes the best with the word me when I, Atul Kaushal, am the one in question.
My HP Poem #450
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Once again I looked at my sides,
When I decided my password needed a change,
It was rotting - really.

This gaming website required a unique password,
It required at least 10 characters,
My sides were clear and none was peeping.

It required 3 special characters as well,
2 capital letters were also required for it,
I thought for a while & decided as follows:

Superman + Spiderman + Batman + New Delhi + New York = *3SSB2ND&NY;
Not entirely my creation, but I took inspiration from a joke on the same theme.

My HP Poem #449
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Ah, in my opinion and in general Indian opinion, love and *** are irrelated. I'm nearly 23 and I'm in love and I'm proudly a young man with preserved chastity. Gender has lost its place in the active vocabulary and the word for ****** *******, "***", has replaced it widely.

People around the globe have simply forgotten that the real meaning of love is not ***, but instead of this, *** is one of the many expressions of love.

Love is when you get the feeling of being a friend and a family member of a person you are not naturally related to and the person is from the "opposite" gender irrespective of how the system tries to make sense of same-gender love by going great lengths for despising the truth.

As for the homosexual people, it's high time for them to accept the rules of nature as those are and stop doing what they are. They should mingle equally well with the people from opposite gender and find or wait for somebody who matches their thinking about wiser things.

Virginity, or more appropriately put, chastity of a person is defined as the situation of being totally inexperienced at having had any ****** activity. It is a treasure trove of humanity, and is not just a physical state but even a psychological state. This treasure must be shown to and shared only with one person from opposite gender when one is ready for exercising the activities of ****** *******.

If a person, a female in particular, is ***** and their chastity is snatched away by force, or conversely, they lose it to some physical injury resulting from sports, and their mind is still untouched by the notion of *******, they must not to be treated as someone who has been having ****** *******, and wilfully so.
This is not a religious discourse or a spiritual one, the reader is free to read and share this article. This was a simplified sensible article about the topics mentioned in the title.

Paxity Galore,
Atul Kaushal

Dated: The 17th of October, 1542 IST, 2013 AD.
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Walking here amidst trees & plants under the Sun,
I'm still waiting for you to be the better part of me.

Having came from the skies for me unexpectedly,
With a gust of fresh air you showered sweetness.

Your breath is so pleasant to be felt in my dreams,
And you seem so real that I am so relieved by you.
Taking time our relation will have become sweeter,
Brewed with the coffee of love and sweetened with sugar of poetry,
Our ***** friendship completes our cup of Frappé.

My HP Poem #448
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
My poems have been read and reread. They have been responded to over 4000 times. Every poet on this forum or reader otherwise is thanked in this note for the support that they've been showing to me.

I am also gratuitous to the main source of inspiration for me, my life that brought me to this site for brushing up my poetry skills by reading and appreciating a fantastic class of poetry by people around the globe. A special mention of her style of writing is to be made here, romantic and cute it is. I must also mention Mr Timothy Bruffy and his family for having inspired me. Madam Hilda Bruffy has a very beautiful form of writing, Mr Bruffy has a style of writing that will be legendary and their daughter young Marian writes joyous poems which inspired me to be happy.

Each and every poet has their own way of writing poems, each one of them is unique. We find ourselves to be keen critics too. While some are outrightly rude and discouraging, others are friendly and encouraging as well.
The e-pen will never stop.

There are many far better poets than me, but it is not a competition.

Keep reading and try to write (type) good words encouraging all, you'll gain respect.
Oct 2013 · 694
India - The Real Face
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Sincerely, what images come to your minds,
When you read this one name of my nation?

Whether

A land full of people who speak languages,
Many languages in the recumbent country,

Or

Rich heritage and history both poorly kempt,
A land of several classes among its citizens?
My HP Poem #447
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
When I was young,
About three years of age,
I was made to stay at creche,
When my parents were away at work.

I used to see those yellow wasps glide,
Curious I used to look at them,
Elder people used to warn,
Warn me of their sting.

But I was still curious,
Curiosity subsided my fear,
Hard to grasp the idea of pains,
I just wanted to grab the yellow wasps.

And as I remember a curious younger myself,
I was by the carpet bed of marigold at creche,
There wandered a golden wasp on a marigold,
I wanted to hold that puny wasp in my hands,
Unaware of its sting I caught it out of curiosity,
The next thing I faintly remember is its sting..!

The painful sting lingered for the followup time,
The inflammation on my thumb followed it,
And I caught fever as well as the fear,
Instilled was the fear like a dread,
I used to remain fearful till ages.

The fear was vanquished not long later than it,
It stayed there in the crevices of my mind,
It was until I was bitten by several bees,
Once it was me and Rishabh my chum,
We had just stepped out of the school,
Someone had disrupted a honeycomb,
Angry bees were stinging us there then,
The painful panic inside was totally silent,
We managed to get to the bike and escaped.

I took anti-allergic tablets for two days,
Even Rishabh took the same medicines,
But I recovered soon with an experience,
Seemed to have worked better with my body,
Thanks to my compatibility with the medicines,
Rishabh caught fever with his face swollen for 2 weeks.
My fear of wasps had vanished,
A fear of angry bees had descended.

A tribute to my school-mate and a great friend Rishabh Malik.
My HP Poem #446
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 950
The Devil's Double
Àŧùl Oct 2013
I wonder what it'd be like having to be darkness's son,
What if I was really the devil himself and what if I had a double?

Terrorizing the subjects of darkness all the time I'd relish,
Ignoring the other ladies I come to your heaven for some peace.

Tired I'm if of all this devilry and feel exhausted so I need rest,
My double will then impersonate me playing my role where I can't.
A poem inspired by a Hollywood flick of the same title.
My HP Poem #445
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
It was a very long day in the summer of '12,
The day was a hotter one in the third week of June when I came to know of her.

She was fifteen but her eyes said she was 12,
Her name is unique and unheard of elsewhere and I was impressed after reading poems by her.

I had made up my mind to not fall in love again,
But I was unaware of the Crown written in my destiny is the cutest one ever.
My HP Poem #444
©Atul Kaushal
Oct 2013 · 636
With Friends Like These
Àŧùl Oct 2013
You don't need enemies when your friends conspire against you.
My HP Poem #443
©Atul Kaushal
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