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1.1k · Jan 2017
Smoothie
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Some poets are way better than the majority,
Yet they are down-to-earth and connected,
Less they care about others' opinions,
Kindness is replete in them,
Injuring no hearts in
E**ra of love.
My HP Poem #1370
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Feb 2017
Ultimacy Of Intimacy
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I will be happy with her.

Loving her day & night,
On the bed or in the lounge,
Venice like environment,
Electrifying my nerves.

Your memories do not let me live,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Usurper of our smile will stay away.
My HP Poem #1441
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Nov 2016
She Calls Me A Control Freak
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Oh my estranged lover,
What is my mistake?
To care about you,
And to suggest?
That too,
For your own good?
I never wanted any control.

Oh my sweetest lover,
What is my crime?
To selflessly love you,
And to support?
That as well,
For yourself?
I only wanted a lifelong friend.

Perhaps, a friend has an end,
But I wanted you as my lover,
And a lover is for forever?
I started to suggest,
At your own request,
Have you forgotten?
I just wanted to care about you.

Then you say that you have parents,
And they care for you as well,
You are their first born.
And you have two siblings,
Then why do you put up strange demands,
Have you forgotten Manya & Atharv too?
I tell you the rudest words because these are the crudest truth.

Do you know when your father will take a loan,
Supposedly from one of the private banks,
What he will have to pledge against it?
Maybe his car or more,
Perhaps his business office,
Or maybe the home?
I will suggest you against going overseas to study.

Do not you know India has the best education,
Ranked number one since ages long ago,
Where you transpire to go leaving it?
Trust me you do not,
I know that,
But what about your family?
Will you surely repay your loan by yourself?

Baby, you are immature and a control freak,
Controlling me was almost acceptable then,
But why do you control your father?
I love you like anything,
Your father loves you too,
But do you love anyone but yourself?
Wake up from your fantasies and face the reality.
If you have that grit in you,
Get your guts ready for competition in India,
Because if away you will go then it will be wrong for your family.

This was not a letter requesting you to come back to me.
No, I don't want such an immature babe.
But this was just a request,
That your father's patience you don't test.
Under your pressure and childish demands, he might break.
He is a really strong man and I respect him so much.
Whatever you decide, please be wise.
If you decide to be a psychologist, it's okay.
Do read your own psyche at first.

HP Poem #1281
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Oct 2013
A War-Torn World
Àŧùl Oct 2013
We live in a real world outside our poetry,
And that is not so peaceful as this world,
Each moment passes by the clock silently,
But violence and differences threaten freely,
The same way as first time this world appeared.

A worldwar or a wordwar are pretty much the same,
Often the world is ripped apart by the explosions in wars,
A soul is more often than not torn apart from the body,
By the sharpest words often hurled at "family,"
Though later repented about uttering them,
Deeper than any shrapnel ever could.
My HP Poem #442
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Dec 2016
1327
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Life is fast & furious,
But achieved patiently,
Are all those good things.
All houses are not Toretto's,
Because life is so unique,
And it is really not like,
The Fast and the Furious.
1327 is the Toretto House in The Fast and the Furious.
Dominic & Mia Toretto were brought up there.

HP Poem #1327
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Jan 2017
Regrettably Relatable
Àŧùl Jan 2017
I could just not see,
Though in front of me.

I am surely very devastated,
Through my lover, I got cheated.

I don't want to be with anyone now,
Throw who will my love surely very low.
My HP Poem #1373
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Jan 2015
Come, Stand By My Side
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Come, stand by my side
No, there is no need to hide

Look at the world, sonny
It is not as bad, or not as funny

So much strange it may seem
But you can always find the gleam

The sunshine resides in your heart
Let it come out now & illuminate

Cautiously, take care of your feelings
Suppress them, do not let them be exposed
My HP Poem #739
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Jun 2013
Changes Happen
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I wish every now & then,
You could pinch me,
To make me feel real,
To make me believe,
That this is really my life.

I had been just been existing,
All happiness which was gone,
One significant event was fresh,
Both in my memory & my flesh,
It was just existing & not living,
I just had nothing positive left,
Everything wasn't just right.

Let Me Narrowly Narrate My Story

I was born the only child,
I grew up as a lonely child.
Parents are both working 9 to 6,
Parents barely had any time for me.
I spent hours alone talking to my toys,
I even talked to myself while playing,
I gave birth to my imaginary brother,
He wept when I cried complaining,
Everywhere the two of us were together,
I complained to him about mom-dad,
I complained about their shouting matches,
But my imaginary brother died,
He died with the basket of toys,
He was buried inside the basket of toys,
And the basket was given away as I grew up,
His favourite toy car was mine too.

I read in four high-schools & two colleges,
I missed my last set of buds only for a while,
Then I got busy with my newer schoolmates,
Forgotten was I by my previous schoolmates,
They were forgotten by me as well along time,
For days I missed them but not for a long time,
But when I stop to think I can't find a stability.

I finally reached college after finishing school,
I almost completed two years & met an accident,
I almost died but survived a 23-day long coma,
I spent a year isolated at home then recovering,
I prayed that time be kind & let me start college,
I came to know this from the previous college,
I had to then change my college in mid-course,
I had to abandon all my hard-earned friends,
I had to forget about the social service society,
The physical pain was little helpful distraction,
The mental agony from changes was greater.

Maybe bad luck is destined for me

This is what I used to think and move on,
But I met you and everything just changed,
And I love such sweet-ticklish soft changes,
Now I just want this change to stay lifelong,
Just like my accident scars & the birthmarks.
My HP Poem #318
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
In the man on top position of loving,
We had the session of love making,
We both were heartily smiling,
We gasp for air while breathing,
Your ******* are heavily heaving,
And as beneath you I am now lying,
You whisper, "Let's change positioning!"

You just sit yourself atop my loving pole,
And as deeper it goes now the tool,
Your voice says silently, "Atul,"
We look like a rider & saddle,
We both will now explode,
We will never forget this love making,
In the woman on top position of loving.
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My HP Poem #1383
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2016
It teases me,
My destiny,
Giving few moments of happiness,
And then millennia of sorrow.

It challenges me,
My grievance,
Letting some smiles creep in here,
And then miles of loneliness.

But it must be lived on in hopes...
Of a better tomorrow,
Of a lesser lonely life,
Of a loving future wife,
Of a couple of cute kids,
Of a rainy day in togetherness,
Of a shinier life next rebirth.

But it sees me dream of my rebirth,
Another one in hopes of a better life,
And how my destiny mocks me,
I'm sick of its travesty.
My HP Poem #1065
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Feb 2015
A Tryst With My Lover
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I am here
You are there
Yet we both are near
Come that one bit closer
Let all distances disappear

Just bear it with me
We will synchronize
Come respire with me
Let both our lips meet
Hips moving to the beat
My HP Poem #765
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Feb 2016
Keep Your Lies With You
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Stuff more lies into the turkey that you are about to cook,
I won't move on.
I will remain single waiting for you to realize your mistake.
Even if you won't realize it, I will be happy being single.
I want no one to break my heart like you did when it was least expected.
You are surely cheating yourself with your white lies.
My HP Poem #1026
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Feb 2017
After Oligos Arrive
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Resuspension
Centrifuge & resuspend the oligos,
The precursor to your macromolecule,
Follow it by concentration & *
dilution.
To avoid resuspension difficulties,
Heat the oligos to 55º C, and,
Vortex in between thoroughly.

Storage
Optimal conditions,
For standard DNA oligonucleotides,
They be followed closely.
Store them at –20º C for long,
At 5º C while performing procedures.
Also, store them with fluorophores,
For better visualization later.
For standard
RNA oligonucleotides**,
The conditions be more stringent.
My HP Poem #1428
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Jun 2013
1+1=2. Not Always True
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Do you know what's 1+1?
No. Seriously!
I mean to ask it.

Well it can't be generalized if you asked me.
Let me have the privilege of explaining how's, what's & why's...
Pay a bit of attention please...

Here, let me explain with examples...
Case I:
Consider a man & woman.
They marry each other to add into each other's lives.
They go for their honeymoon and have a baby (or some babies if multiple embryos succeed to develop).

Case II:
Consider unsafe ****** encounters.
Teenagers go for unwarranted *** with their counterparts and the girl gets pregnant. Here further cases of possibilities arise. Depending upon how either the girl or the boy and their parents react to the situation, there can be a single child or maybe multiple numbers of offspring here too!

So 1+1 = 2. Not always true!
My HP Poem #335
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Feb 2016
What She Said
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Before she ditched me,
She said it,
"Go to her whom you lost your 'V' to."

Not at all meaning 'V for Vendetta',
She indirectly meant,
'P for purity'.

And I really don't know,
As I've lost it,
I mean that I lost 'M for memory'.

So that only makes me wonder,
If I lost it,
Then too I was reborn.

But my love mattered not,
It didn't to her,
I was just an experimental game.

Love was weak 'coz true it was not,
Again I failed,
Now I'm tired of it.

I'll rather live alone,
Scared of love,
Scared of it I'm to the deepest pit.
I'll let her go now.

My HP Poem #1030
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Apr 2016
Two Strange Facts
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Firstly, sit somewhere,
You can never in your life,
And it won't matter whether
You are a husband or a wife,
As a matter of fact you can't
Just make a square in air,
With your right hand,
And
A circle on the ground with your toe.

That is 'cause your brain,
Now just so very humane,
Can't follow this paradox,
Conflicting activities both.

Now position change,
Get down on the floor,
Yes, on all your four.

And you can not breathe in and out,
As quickly with your tongue out of your mouth,
And your nostrils both not being used.
My HP Poem #1050
©Atul Kaushal

Like this post if you tried either or both.

If you tried the second, you might have realized that it is possible, just that there isn't much difference between you and your uncle's dog!

Sorry!
Àŧùl Mar 2013
In The Beginning

I Sang My Own Song You Consented,
I Expected Not The Love You Give Me,
You Saw Me With Those Beautiful Orbs,
You Looked At Me & Lo! I Was Arrested,
I Didn't Move My Feet Nor I Felt Like,
I Lost Myself In The Promising Eyes,
You Brought Your Lips Closer To Mine,
You Got Dimmer When I Moved Back,
I Thought For A Little Time & Blushed,
I Had My Mind Made Up
In The End..

In the middle

Your Face Had Shown Disappointment,
Your Thoughts're Depicted On The Face,
I Had Brought My Lips Closer To Yours,
I Then Kissed Yours - You Kissed My Lips,
Your Lips're Suddenly Wet And So're Mine,
I Had My Kisser Excited But Cautious,
Your Kisser Was All So Very Eager For It,
I Remember Standing In A Hug Tightened,
You Had More Experience And I Had None,
I Remember Our Blushing Faces
In The End.

In The End

Where That Love Between Us Has Gone,
Why-Why Did We Separate Our Ways,
That Pact Of Dreams You Shown,
Glittering With Golden Promises,
Future Replete With Golden Seeds Sown,
Singing Hymns Of Love Filling Crevices,
That Pact Came Crashing Down,
Glittering With Golden Sparkles,
Future Deplete Of Any Love We Grown,
Singing Songs Of Break-Up *
*In The End...
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Don't fear,
Oh motherland,
For your sons're here,
Your brave sons in the band.
Let any of the invaders dare over,
Your sons are here on the border,
We will together protect you!
My first poem dedicated to the Indian Army.

My HP Poem #1583
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Oct 2021
Gyrations of Grey Matter
Àŧùl Oct 2021
A striking increase in absorbance of DNA upon denaturation is known as the hyperchromic effect.
The two strands of DNA are bound together mainly by the stacking interactions, hydrogen bonds and hydrophobic effect between the complementary bases.

In their native state, the bases of DNA absorb light in the 260-nm wavelength region.

When the bases become unstacked, the wavelength of maximum absorbance does not change, but the amount absorbed increases by 37%.
A double stranded DNA strand dissociating to two single strands produces a sharp cooperative transition.
Source: Wikipedia
My HP Poem #1943
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Sep 2013
Voices In My Head
Àŧùl Sep 2013
It's your voice ringing sonorously in my mind,
It's your eyes that I see your world from.

I don't actually mind it if I turn blind,
When you're here there's nothing that I fear..

And even while you are gone away from me,
You don't actually go away from my mind...

We always live in the cottage of our dreams,
Not hidden but simply away from their sight..

This dream-home will be a reality one day,
We'll reside in mother nature's cosy lap.

Up over the foothills,
Beneath the mountains,
We live away from civilization..

Singing along the birds,
Ashore the dancing brooks,
We enjoy our simpler lives fully...
My HP Poem #437
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · May 2015
My Best Friend Is Fantastic!
Àŧùl May 2015
Kind & caring,
Regal & royal,
Inquisitive & interesting,
Playful & loyal,
Indian & global.

Focused on her career,
Or on her love,
Resting not till succeeding.

Dispelling her negatives,
Really loving and meaning,
Organizing her career,
ostalgia waiting for us,
A**s we become closely bonded.
My HP Poem #863
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Nov 2012
The Pearl-Toothed Girl!
Àŧùl Nov 2012
Oh Pearl-Toothed Girl!
This Poem I Write For You,
I Hope You Recognize The Angle.

Oh Pearl-Toothed Girl!
Your Smile Revealed Them,
I Hope To Witness Them For Real.

Oh Pearl-Toothed Girl!
Those Were Diamonds I Saw,
I Hope That I Own Them All In A Deal.

Oh Pearl-Toothed Girl!
Shiny Teeth In A Still I Observed,
I Hope To Be So Lucky To Meet An Archangel.

Oh Pearl-Toothed Girl!
Buying That Smile Is Not My Wish,
I Hope You Trade Your Smile For My Words & My Heart.
Dedicated to a young woman mad about *Teeth*!
My HP Poem #17
© Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Feb 2015
How Much I Love You
Àŧùl Feb 2015
How much I love you,
This I know not.
But never I can survive,
Separated from you.

Someone else looks at you,
This heart gets jealous.
It then gets difficult for me,
To manage my heart.
I must then make efforts,
Stone hearted I must get.
What you would know,
How much I love you.

I have often seen people,
They bear separation.
How they bear it I don't know,
Each day far feels a year.
Since how long I wait for you,
This I know not.
But never can I survive,
Separated from you.
A rough translation of a retro Hindi song named 'Humein Tumse Pyaar Kitna'.

My HP Poem #786
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · May 2024
The Nymph's Favourite Toy
Àŧùl May 2024
I met a friendly woman at the college,
She sat in the entrance gallery west of the labs.
I said, "Hello, may I know your identity," with a smile,
And her lips spread to a mile.
She said, "Hello, I'm here on my job,"
Little did I know that blowing was her job.

Anyway, I started telling her about myself,
And as a loner with an infrequent *****,
I respect and I know myself a lot.

When she sat in rapt attention for me,
Listening to my breath between the words,
And my gaze often slid down her face.

There they sat elegantly and imposingly,
Two cute babies, a picture of them, actually,
In a picture printed on the ***** of her shirt,
And I asked about them curiously.

She said, "They are my nephew and niece,"
"Both are twins and each weighs 7 kilograms,"
And looked for validation, "Aren't they both so nice?"

I nodded in agreement saying, "Definitely,"
And I continued, "I want to play with them both."

She said, "I know that you fell in love with them,"
Now she continued with another broad smile,
"You are welcome to play with both of them,"

I asked, "Are they with you?"
She laughed shortly and said,
"They always remain with me."

Puzzled, I said, "What?"
My jaw remained hung open in astonishment.

She put her finger under my chin,
Then shut my mouth to say,
"Don't act like an innocent kid,"
And she continued,
"I like you, and I want you,
Come in the morning,
We'll have a lot of fun,
And I'll blow my favourite toy,
Before both of us go for a movie."
My HP Poem #1967
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Jul 2015
Framed Fun Time
Àŧùl Jul 2015
Frame these moments,
For these are momentary...

Now they are,
Not will forever they be...

You can reminisce them,
Your fun will be immortal if you frame these moments...
A spontaneous poem that I wrote on Facebook as a comment for one of the photos from a recent one of the outings with family.

My HP Poem #890
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Sep 2015
Rime Of The Poetic Mariner
Àŧùl Sep 2015
There shalt cometh a time,
Kindled will be every rime,
Those who dislike them be pauper,
Those who like them will earn a zillion dime!

There shalt cometh a time,
Sailed will be every rime,
Those who sabotage shalt meet the reaper,
Those who help them will earn a lifetime!

There shalt cometh a time,
Loving will not be a crime,
Those who loved will be keeper,
Those who won't will repent after lifetime!
My HP Poem #901
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Nov 2012
Why He seems unhappy with me
Àŧùl Nov 2012
This is just a poetic way of expressing what I guessed.

Because I had the best life
Because I had the best friends
Because I had the best parents
Because I had the best enemies
He seemed unhappy

Because I rejected that call of His
Because I outlived that day of His
Because I declined that offer of His
Because I survived that curse of His
He seems unhappy

Because I don't pray
Because I detest Him
Because I don't believe
Because I don't fear Him
He will again be the antagonist

I will be fully ready this time
I will let things be at peace again
I will let Him have His way this time
I will welcome her with my arms wide open
I won't escape death again
My HP Poem #4
©Atul Kaushal
1.1k · Mar 2014
Simple Desires
Àŧùl Mar 2014
I wish that I could,
Encase your hands in my hands,
Whenever you need me to come,
And you need to feel me present,
Present near you in your vicinity.

Freely in my arms,
You are falling carefree relaxing,
Fall tension-free in my embrace,
Gelling well to my calmer body,
Play in the lakes of salty water.
My HP Poem #595
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Aug 2016
Mis(s)Conception
Àŧùl Aug 2016
Don't be present day Colombus,
Or you will die in misconception,
Like he thought that he found India,
Or the sea route to this mystical land,
Because America he had discovered,
Or a better land unknown to them,
He just died in the misconception,
Or would you die mistaken too?
Ditching me was the worst step you took independently in your young life but I still pray for your good.

And I know that I can find no better person to love.

So yes, wish or don't, I am really going to wait for you.

My HP Poem #1112
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Aug 2016
If I Ever Love Again
Àŧùl Aug 2016
It would only be our child,
Not loving any other woman,
I'm definitely rigid with myself.

Because it's mature and patient,
Not just for all my principles,
But also for our happiness.
My HP Poem #1120
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jan 2015
Love Is Waste Of Time
Àŧùl Jan 2015
So that's an old saying,
Every experienced person says,
Still who has been able to restrict lovers,
I say that I have never received flowers,
I really want to waste my time,
Expecting, I am dying.
My HP Poem #730
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2016
She's hated by most people here,
Because she was wrongly inspired,
Accused of posting others' poems from here to other sites.

No, I do not hate her,
I so admire her innocence,
She did nothing wantonly ever,
For she was unaware of the wrong,
But now she has mended ways,
I see her love handling her,
No, I don't want their separation ever,
Because there are some perfect love stories as well,
And they better be left perfect unharmed.

I'll protect their love story,
As all of the failures I faced,
Impart only positivity to me,
I won't ever let them breakup,
All that remains in my pocket is good.
I personally admire her whom you all hate.
Bhumika Fulwani and her lucky beau Jitin Waghwani, both are mutually so lucky lovers.

I bless them both with my remaining good luck.

My HP Poem #1037
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Oh my gorgeous partner,
Have you forgot it already?

You spent the night awake,
Ended the action with a splurt,
And we spent the night together,
High on fairer hormones we were.

Boosted by your ethereal voice,
And the lightest clapping noise,
Between our action as you jump,
Y**es, up and down on my crotch!!!
A secondary acrostic poem.
I know this is really explicit.
I have marked as explicit.

If you don't wish to read such poems, simply go to your prefences and check the box of "Hide explicit writings" there only.

My HP Poem #1380
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I could be controlling all my relationships,
Just like any mature cell can be induced,
To behave as pluripotent stem cells...
Just adding few transcription factor genes,
Oct4, Sox2, cMyc, and Klf4 genes be all,
To induce older cells as stem cells...
But alas, life is not as simple as science!!!
HP Poem #1323
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jan 2014
Me & My Dear Inamorata
Àŧùl Jan 2014
I dream of you every single night,
My eyes are closed & they are open too,
I imagine future - I see us living together...

Not as elaborate dreams as yours,
But I have largely elaborate visions too,
I imagine a lot, lot & lot of our joint future..

Mostly my dreams are colorless,
Those are often about you inamorata,
Unlike yours which often you see colorful.
My HP Poem #510
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jan 2017
True Hearts Are Like Leaves
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Intact, they don't even mumble,
Once broken they will grumble.
My HP Poem #1391
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Feb 2017
Oh Brother, Oh Sister
Àŧùl Feb 2017
My little brother is a naughty fellow,
Since his childhood.
My kid sister is a sweet fellow,
Since her infancy..
There is one thing common about them,
Both of my siblings...
I prize both of them so much, and,
Neither of them exist in the real world,
Both are my brain child!
Imaginary siblings are all I have with me.

My HP Poem #1412
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jun 2013
How The Universe Was Saved
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Oh my faithful readers,
I am here yet again,
With yet another pretty verse,
About how I endured my internal horrors,
To save the universe!

I went to a dinner buffet,
Replete with extraordinary it was,
Music was being sweetly played,
People so busy nobody noticed a shattered vase,
Blown away by an extreme speed ****,
The culprit wasn't spotted.

Because he left a silent ****,
A silent high-speed ****.

A lady just smelled his methane,
And she just fainted..


As he realized the berserk results of his farts,
He ran for the door making people aware,
That he was the real culprit behind it all,
I then went to his house and he was there,
Darning the place with his merciless farts!!!!!

I merely left a parcel containing some pills,
He probably took those pills for a long time,
Because the next time when I saw the fatso,
He wasn't scaring people away by his farts.

*So I saved the universe!
Just a random comic verse.
My HP Poem #322
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jun 2013
When I Was Younger
Àŧùl Jun 2013
They used to call me Chinese.
They just saw my tiny eyes back then.
They used to boycott me every time mockingly.
They used to call me names - ***** eyes - Slit eyes.
Whenever there was some disturbance at the Indo-Sino border they cursed me jokingly.
I took no offence at any of the well-intended humor.
I knew karate back then if they crossed the line.
I wasn't ever taught to bite dogs back.
I could settle the scores if must.
My childhood and teenage resemblance to a boy who apparently had far-east origins lent me that nickname.
Plus my super-flexible body in childhood had me gain the orange-belt or the 7th Kyu as they call it in Karate language.
My HP Poem #324
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Jun 2013
Sleepless Night
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I heard a ***** howling nearby,
Writhing with wonderful pain...
I heard the pack of dogs barking,
Each bark immersed in ecstasy...
I heard the stray puppies as well,
All making only unhappy noises...
I then attentively heard the night,
That seemed to last for long time...
I was finally hearing only insects,
They made their scratchy noises...
*****: Life gone awry.
Was Feeling Sleepless The Night I Wrote This
My HP Poem #280
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Apr 2014
The Egg Will Finally Hatch
Àŧùl Apr 2014
After a period of twenty four months of staying impregnated is spent nourishing itself, the egg will finally hatch and out will emerge the Phoenix, the tears of whom will heal me and the gorgeous feathers of whom will give me relief from this moist hot weather which stays as if here from the beginning of time & for ever now on and just for me to enjoy its relieving warmth under this torrid sky.

The Phoenix inside must wait till these testing times are done with posing all the challenges in its incubation period so that its shell has gotten thinner and weaker.

All the desires, longings to meet my loving Phoenix mate which are unfulfilled a present will be made to stand these harsh tides of time and will have to be nurtured with love and, more primely, patience till the she finally hatches and finally meets its long-time match from the previous birth.
I believe that true love crosses the boundaries of life & death, so will ours each time we perish.

My HP Poem #615
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
As I know her from the longest time,
I know that under external influence,
She did all the stuff she did not wish.

As she is not interested in me anymore,
I thank her for being my inspiration,
She was indeed a truly youthful lover..

As with all good things so with her love,
I could not monitor her for 24 hours,
She listened to God knows whomsoever.

All I infer from the relation's demise,
Is that she listened to the negative people,
So closely spread in her surroundings.

All I can wish for her advising party,
Is that they may suffer the same fate,
So similar to mine their outcome be.
HP Poem #1212
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Feb 2015
Savouring All Love
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Experiencing the love we share,
Encouraging only the positivity,
Explicitly repelling opposed air,
Embalming only the negativity,
Effecting the feelings that glare.

We savour that sweetness now.
My HP Poem #790
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Nov 2016
Lovelorn
Àŧùl Nov 2016
She crept up my veins,
And highjacked my heart,
Before dumping it.
HP Poem #1275
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · May 2017
I Am Sorry
Àŧùl May 2017
O Kalpana,
I am sorry.
I can't reciprocate,
I'm such a pitiful chicken.

O Kalpana,
I am sorry.
I can't take chances,
I'm afraid it'll be broken.

O Kalpana,
I am sorry.
I can't love ever again,
I'm scared of caring & losing.
My HP Poem #1566
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Dec 2013
23rd Of December
Àŧùl Dec 2013
Today I completed 23 years,
It's been a really long time,
Since I shed any of my tears,
Even when I felt like crying.

Though blessed with rebirth,
I used to feel forsaken in life.
Sulking in the sadder shades,
Escaping to the blues felt easy.

Tears stayed behind the lids.
Imploding into myself forever,
Singing the saddest of songs,
Ever felt the sadness to stay?

That day I met you in myself,
I had felt like meeting myself.
Slow & steady, we come closer.
Especially for me, you descend.
Tears of loneliness held back by a mature conscience,
I had feared for myself, staying unsatisfied forever.
You have come like a promising dream to me,
How may I be thankful enough to you ever?

I thank you, my friend, for descending in my life as the greatest constant there ever will be in my life.

Thank you.

My HP Poem #503
©Atul Kaushal
1.0k · Feb 2017
Candy & Muffin
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
1.0k · Jan 2018
Nirvana
Àŧùl Jan 2018
Loving you I discovered myself,
Loving you I've attained Nirvaṇa.
Loving you I've defined my Karma,
Loving you I've adopted my Dharma,
Loving you I've found my identity,
Loving you I've moulded my life,
Loving you I've known myself.

Loving you is my sole mission,
Loving you is my only passion,
Loving you is my raging fashion,
Loving you is my loyalty creation,
Loving you is my full regression,
Loving you is my lonely lotion,
Loving you is my fuller ration.

Loving you never was a regret,
Loving you I have recounted it all,
Loving you is a thing I always knew.
This one is for you, my darling best friend Pooh Bear, like all other poems of mine.

Regression: Past life regression, recounting one's previous birth.

My HP Poem #1693
©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.
1.0k · Mar 2014
Her Image Stays
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Even as she gets busy with stuff
She doesn't ever make me alone
Her cute holographic image stays
Leaving no scope for Loneliness
Killer is the way that she smiles

Trying to touch her cheeks then
I extend my arm as I intend that
But then I only reach the mirrors
Realizing that it is me & me only
I smile to myself I am her lover
My HP Poem #593
©Atul Kaushal
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