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659 · Jun 2017
In The Lunar Palanquin
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Looking at the moon,
I suddenly so desire,
That may you descend.

In the lunar palanquin,
May you come to my life.
In the angelic embrace,
May you come to the arms of my wife.

I swear that I have not seen,
Anyone as cute as my imagination.

In the lunar palanquin,
Here comes my cute princess.
By the grace of the angels,
May you be calligraphed in my life.

I swear that for me she is the cutest,
None else is even half as beautiful.

A dream home is being built,
My dreams get moulded.
Let all my dreams come true,
I will decorate the walls with love.

This dewy moonlight is so soft,
My imagination may get real.
Lit by this softer moonlight,
How more sweet can it get?
My HP Poem #1577
©Atul Kaushal
659 · Sep 2017
She Is An Innocent Thief
Àŧùl Sep 2017
When they were distributing cuteness,
Her soul stole a little excess of it,
And granted it to her body,
That body is so cute.

Young forever, she stole my heart,
Originally, I had no love left,
Unperturbed she made me right.

She is the dream wife of many,
Than all of them, I am so lucky,
Of an Angel you are a daughter,
Living your life you're like her,
Ever caring about me you are.

A* new hope has emanated,
Not just from my heart,
Definitely also from your.

Dismantled was the kingdom of grief,
I feel so elated now with relief,
So magical is your voice,
Care I'll 'bout you forevermore,
A fresh breeze blows unending here,
Rejuvinating my time you are,
Do hope for the future,
Eager is our love we've here,
Dearest lovers we are of each other.

Wisps of happiness float now,
Elephantine happiness ensues,
Rosy my jar has now spilled,
Effortlessly the grief replaced.

Mini packs of positivity we have,
You just need to have faith in love.

Near your heart I find my refuge,
Ever bettering is this ex-recluse,
Goaded you have me with love,
Antiwar you are like the dove,
Tight are the knots of our love,
I feel so lucky being with you,
Verbs of future like marrying,
Especially seem so practicable,
Solely coz of you, my dear *Pooh Bear
!
My HP Poem #1667
©Atul Kaushal
657 · Nov 2019
Unquenched
Àŧùl Nov 2019
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The sun knows where my truth is,
Higher than any other thing,
Exactly beside itself.

My thirst for your love
And company so pure
Is just unquenchable
Not permanently though

Miss Universe you are
In my life & future
So soft are your thoughts
Sitting in my mind
Injected into my veins
On the occipital lobe
Not doubtful if it's love

I am so lucky yet so unlucky
Not having you near myself

Multilingual I am although
Yet to meet you in person

Lies I do never utter
I only have the truth for you
Fostering this bond now
Empire of our love is founded

I desire to be your angel
Still is my thirst unquenched

Joyful I am in love
Enticed by a dove
Never sad these days
In my beautiful life
Far from reality is our dream
Although surely reachable
My HP Poem #1804
©Atul Kaushal
656 · May 2017
Life, Wretched Life
Àŧùl May 2017
Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.
Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.

I could never escape it,
What have I got after all?
What have I got but suffering?

Some bittersweet memories,
And some tear-jerking ones?
Every happiness shrouds a grief,
Every happiness shrouds a sorrow.

Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.
Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.

Oh my life,
So messed up,
In my life.

Oh my life,
So messed up,
In my life.

Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.
Life, wretched life,
Mine is a long dark night.

Oh my life,
So messed up,
In my life.

Oh my life,
So messed up,
In my life.
Translation of my original composition called "Zindagi Saali" in Hindi.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pd8D3aG_kU

My HP Poem #1520
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Which The Doctor Prescribed To Me That Day.
Had He Not Told Just About Making Friends?
Why In The World Did I Let Myself Fall For Her.
Have I Been Spending My Time Being Dumber?
When I Don't Trust Myself How Can I Survive.
Was I Too Busy Chatting My Way To Happiness?
How Did I Not Notice I Broke My Own Promise.
Would I Just Let The Time Pass Us By A Second?
Here I Could Pass Days With Her On My Breath.
Where Must I Wait Very Patiently Till Then...?
Will Those Arms Of Her Be Warm Or Nervous.
Would We Be Pulled Into That Other World?
Yes you are my poison & elixir.
My HP Poem #285
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I have always been beckoning
In the streets and classrooms,
In the schools and coachings,
In the soccer goals and chess games.

I have always been searching,
In the lonely evenings and nights,
In the sunny days and afternoons,
In the packed markets and parties.

I have always been so very patient,
In the empty Sundays and holidays,
In the private moments and hours,
In the public places and datings.

But true love was nowhere,
I searched the whole world,
Then I finally had it accepted,
That true love was only twice.

First was when I was born,
To my mother and father,
Second was the rebirth,
In an ICU's rebreather.
My HP Poem #1604
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2014
I love you.

Please don't ever feel bad on me telling you to concentrate on your studies.

After having lived a life full of challenging and trying circumstances I now know what's important in life.

While studies and career are two interrelated entities that finally yield worldly pleasure for a person, being worldly happy is also important for a human being to be happy spiritually.

I would again say that I love you.

I see in you my own image, and I don't want you to make the same mistakes as I did.

I was just like you when I was your age; I hope that I don't sound like a real parent while I try to give you directions putting your best foot forward in your professional life. I was just like you and I don't want you to make the same mistakes as I made.

Focus on your career first while it is not too late already.
Sincerely,
Your Full-time Lover

My HP Poem #677
©Atul Kaushal
652 · Nov 2013
The Flowers Blossom
Àŧùl Nov 2013
In springtime the best coloured,
And the best scented flowers bloom,
Blossoming in gardens like stars in sky.

They do wither - off later on with time,
And the new buds take their places,
Mother nature does govern this.

Not that all animals, or humans,
And other species ask for selection,
But mother nature is always impartial.
My HP Poem #491
©Atul Kaushal
652 · Aug 2014
My Queen
Àŧùl Aug 2014
Don’t be irritated like this, my queen,
My life will be threatened,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this...
My life will be threatened,
How would I then be treating this distance,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this, my queen...
If you would not be holding my hand,
Then this restless heart would not be treated,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this...
If these slivers had not been on your cheeks,
These blackish snakes had not slept among flowers,
This dark night caused by them would not hug the day,
Then this bud of love would not have blossomed,
Oh don’t be irritated like this...
Now smile and say that you’re not angry,
Come swing in my eyes & fit in my heart,
Come even closer and take your place on my eyelids,
We are one soul & two bodies, we are no different,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this, my queen,
My life will be threatened,
My life will be threatened,
If I had no cover, how could I come close,
My HP Poem #664
©Atul Kaushal
652 · Sep 2017
We Are At War
Àŧùl Sep 2017
We have to defeat our grief,
And we have to make love,
Howsoever it may be brief.

I want you to feel free,
Right now and whenever,
Especially when you are with me.

I can see your beautiful potential,
I see your ***** and am turned on,
I feel that between us not these feelings but love is preferential.
For my newfound source of inspiration

I know that you will feel elated after reading this.

My HP Poem #1666
©Atul Kaushal
651 · Sep 2018
Hi Jack! (Part 2)
Àŧùl Sep 2018
Where's your pet Sparrow?
Did Edward Teach teach you?
Did you learn sailing from him?
Will you be a Blackbeard too?
Or would you rather not be?
My HP Poem #1719
©Atul Kaushal
650 · May 2017
Rebellion
Àŧùl May 2017
Harshly I trod upon the ground,
Even as I get tired I do not stop,
Atypical life I am leading alone,
Very lonely I edge towards death,
Youth seems to be fading away.

Blessings all seem to fade away,
Lying on the bed I will take rest,
In my usual days I suffer pain,
She has given me enough of it,
Too much is never a definition,
Easy is to bear this pain I invited,
Reddish-brown these toes get,
Should not be anything else.

On my head lingers this probability,
None might be with me during my end.

May my sufferings end soon,
Yes I need help with my state.

Toiling hard to lose weight,
On a weight loss spree I am,
Exhausted is the will to live,
So hard I strive to survive.

Showering her love she is not anymore,
Her healing touch is not here any longer,
Owe I do my life to my parents today,
Unending ordeal it may seem today,
Let some time pass and it may shine,
Dub the suffering as another exam.

Now I just wish you to shine, oh life,
Of light be the torch bearer, oh life,
Today I will request you, oh life.

Beautifully you can also be bettered,
Exploring you I have been always.

Do not be so harsh, oh life,
I** am definitely so tired now,
A ray of hope I see in the future,
Better be somewhat happier,
Especially when I request,
Till few days I want to live happily,
Eating some good ice-cream,
So please let me breathe, oh misery.
My body is rebelling against me.

And I am too young for diabetes.

My HP Poem #1518
©Atul Kaushal
650 · Aug 2017
An Idea - Notice
Àŧùl Aug 2017
I am thinking of a congregation of the Hello Poetry users at the Gateway of India in Mumbai. Anybody interested in organizing such a short and crisp congregation may inform me as well.
Do respond.
650 · Aug 2017
My Destiny
Àŧùl Aug 2017
You are my destiny, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
Listen to my heartbeat, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
You are my destiny, my love.

Somehow all of a sudden,
I started feeling that I love you.
This is the colour of missed springs,
That has spread like the canopy of life.
O, I looked at you and felt the love.

You are my destiny, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
Listen to my heartbeat, my love.
You are my destination, my love.
You are my destiny, my love.
My HP Poem #1650
©Atul Kaushal
650 · Jul 2019
I Am So Very Lucky
Àŧùl Jul 2019
All this cuteness,
I don't really deserve.
All this fondness,
I didn't ever reserve.
All this naughtiness,
I happily observe.
All this womanliness,
I watch with all the nerve.
But all this happiness,
I shall always preserve.
My HP Poem #1753
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Because I was surreally cute in childhood,
And I know that my child will be so cute.
And I am unaware who'll bear my child,
Because I do not think any human can.
Because I cannot ever be so compatible,
And to this fact, exception there is none.
But yes, I want to father at least one child.
My HP Poem #1351
©Atul Kaushal
649 · Jul 2013
Hell-bent On Ravaging
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Humanity has not grown-up even yet.
We have already given-up on our faiths.
Yet they call themselves popular religions.
We have long advanced in technologies.
Humanity has not yet learnt humility.

They are still making war with needles of death.
They have even perfected the ways of cursing.
They think of it as coveted to **** & prosper.
They cannot decide in favour of environment.
They are unashamed to break the laws of nature.

They have hiked the topmost peaks.
They have erected even higher towers.
They have succeeded in winning the space.
But they don't desist from ****** & killing yet.
Still they call it humanity - a civilized humanity.
Poisoning their half-fed, often hollow stomachs they know that they can annihilate poverty quicker.
Feeding their hungry kids at schools with poison they feel they are bound to succeed sure-shot.
But surely they are targeting the very docile base of the society and initiating the genocide.

All fiction/inspired, no truth or reality in this work.

My HP Poem #357
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2019
A beautiful saga of love and longing,
Turns now towards its completion,
Ultimately turning into achievement,
Love gets stronger like black coffee.

A melodious voice says my name,
Not fearing the society or religion,
Demanding only love from me.

Jelling deliciously is this pudding,
Excellent is this sweet romance,
Neither shameful nor shameless,
Indians from two different religions,
Few attempt what we plan for us,
Alive for each other and our families.

Living for the good of all life on Earth,
I love her and she loves me back,
Veil of her face is an elegant blue,
Elegant are her eyes from the slit,
Deriving pleasure from my imagination.

How we must get together,
A married couple is by hard work,
People do get old and die together,
People otherwise die in loneliness,
I am so blessed in this togetherness,
Love me you do in an untouched way,
Yet I feel you by my side in my life.

Evening the odds through honesty,
Victory is definite for both of us,
Even for peace, it will be a union,
Reason will only be love, our love.

Actually, I think that we shall do it,
Fatwas will never work against us,
Threats will be there but relax,
Except the Maulvi, none will bother,
Rest of them, our love will smother.

Truthfulness in your kind young face,
Heavenly is the sight to behold,
Earnestly we must get married,
Irate letters we shall then face,
Rising higher in the heavenly eyes.

Marriage is not just a wonderful word,
Also it is a beautiful permanent bond,
Rings in our fingers will mean more,
Rings and a Mangalsootra as well,
In our dreamland, we are together,
Atypical life we shall celebrate,
Gleefully we shall see our babies,
Eternal gifts by this love story of ours.
A romantic acrostic.
Lived happily ever after their marriage.
My HP Poem #1756
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Have you seen a dark star?
I have seen two of them...
You can see them too...
Go see the mirror...
My HP Poem #299
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
A Father mourns his children's death,
Parthenogenesis brought forth their birth,
The Father was hence too connected with 'em.

A Mother supported the father bring them up,
Feeding & nourishing the children from her *****,
The Mother was therefore also very connected with 'em.

Each day Father Time & Mother Earth cry helplessly,
Watching their their children fight amongst themselves fiercely,
Humans advanced win the race - killing the trees & the animals - daily.
It is pointless - vain - to try explaining them not to '****' Earth's nature.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
You listened to me once before,
I am happy that you're satisfied,
For a bigger test you prepare,
Don't you fret as I'm by your side.

You ask me who you are to me,
I answer it looking carefree,
I tell you with a smile,
You are a normal one,
And a chatting friend,
Who is a Nature's gift,
You're closest to heart,
And the best gift I received,
You smile brilliantly reading this.

You raise your eyebrows as you read on,
And baby you're much more to me,
You're my sweet lover,
I'm a learned advisor,
Your life-long friend,
You're my everything,
And the love between us everlasting,
You feel your love for me even stronger.

Rude I might be but so it is my dear!
I care for you!
But you still must prepare your notes!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
There's no escaping it in the real world!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
But you need not sweat, you need not fret,
I'm here to help you.
For real.

But don't you worry,
I am here by your side,
I'll help you proceed easy,
Towards success.
Don't think you will study less,
You will study more than others,
And you won't sweat or fret,
Because sky is what you want,
Toil hard & the moon is what you get.

(: I am here to help you my beloved little one. :)
Always & Forever
(: (: (: (: (: :) :) :) :) :)
My HP Poem #200
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I play hide & seek with my daughter,
It's my turn to seek her this time,
Sankshaya, my girl, blindfolds me.

As she is scurrying away from me,
It's only her tiny footsteps I hear,
I follow her sounds and follow her.

And suddenly she screams in pain,
I remove my blindfold instantly,
It's imperative to instantly help her.

I see her writhing on the floor in pain,
It's a nightmare for me when I see,
See her dropped down onto the floor.

I take her to the hospital immediately,
I answer as they ask about my wife,
"She recently died battling cancer."

"I am so sorry, don't mind it please,
We will take care of your daughter,"

The doctor assured me so very kindly.

Sometime later,
Coming out of the emergency room,
The doctor says with a serious face,
"We have performed some tests."

These tests are always so very evil,
I enquire that doctor cautiously,
"When the results'll be here?"

"Soon, within the time of a week,"
The doctor said very calmly,
I didn't get more scared.

A week later,
I was holding the report,
A tear rolled down my cheek,
The result shows that the patient has eye cancer.

All hell had broke loose on me!
Inherit it she did from her mom,
The daughter carries the oncogene.

The doctors had it tailor made,
That suggestion to such patients,
Remove the eyes as cancer spreads.

I cautiously confess the truth,
Sankshaya smiles her Angel smile,
'Let's play hide & seek one last time.'

Truth hurts, I know it since long,
But this is the limit!
WHY DID YOU CREATE CANCER?

I just weep silently,
With a resentful heart,
Clutching my daughter.
My HP Poem #1610
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2017
Though my life changed that very day,
Good guitar I can no longer play,
But I have started crawling back there,
And time willing I will get back.
May 7th, 2010 was a day that I wanted not.

My HP Poem #1468
©Atul Kaushal
644 · Sep 2024
Generation Y | Generation Z
Àŧùl Sep 2024
I was born in 1990,
Only 8 days shy of 1991.

Still, I am Generation Y.

She was born in 2000,
Nearly 6 weeks into it.

She's Generation Z.

Still, she responded to me,
Actually her mother did.

The matrimonial ad.

My parents had flashed it,
In a timely manner, they hoped,
That I can be married.

So, I went to their home,
I liked her for her youth.
And of course her eyes.

She was truthful and frank too.
She told me what she wanted,
She wanted a mature man.

When I told her that I was an artist,
She loved my poetry,
And commended my creations.

Soon that 'misunderstanding' happened,
And the Miss felt she was standing under,
To equate herself with me, she berated me.

Oh, I do want to marry her still,
Because in her I see a lot of potential,
But she'll have to change her behaviour.

And as she can't change,
Things she will have to realise.
I don't think that she can apologise.

There's a generation gap between us,
And the next generation can't say sorry,
Or just accept their mistake with humility.
My HP Poem #1987
©Atul Kaushal
644 · Oct 2016
A sure day in future
Àŧùl Oct 2016
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thing?"
Me, the caring daddy, with a gasp,
Replied, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold the end where lies its sting!"
A limerick for my future daughter Shatakshi.

Another humorous poem. Another limerick.

HP Poem #1210
©Atul Kaushal
644 · Jun 2017
North Indian Winters
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Northern part of my India,
It is worse when it is cold.

Far worse in winters,
Than in summers.

Many people freeze to death.
My HP Poem #1591
©Atul Kaushal
643 · Aug 2016
Boring
Àŧùl Aug 2016
I miss a true lover,
She was true never,
I know that it's over.
Technically, if your love is true, you won't quit ever.

6 syllables,
5 syllables,
6 syllables.

My HP Poem #1108
©Atul Kaushal
643 · Jul 2013
With Love, Yours
Àŧùl Jul 2013
Oh My Dear Love,
All I want to say is that

Maybe I shouldn't love you so much,
Maybe I am just using my love as a relief,
Surely I'll fall just for you to catch.

Maybe I shouldn't fret about losing you,
Maybe I am just being a bit selfish in love,
Surely I'll not find purer happiness.

Maybe I shouldn't disappoint you in future,
Maybe I can't tell you a lie in love ever,
Surely I'll attain nirvana the day I attain you.

With love,
Yours
A love letter format poem.
My HP Poem #348
©Atul Kaushal
642 · Nov 2013
If In The End All Must Rust
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine a time when you get older,
Even I get older with you by my side,
What do we do if all remaining is rust.
We will remember that day we talked first,
Never will sway this cauldron full of trust,
Support this with our knees if we must...
We will be with each other as we must,
Never will wane our cute ***** trust,
We will love our love life as our first..
Support this way we confessed first,
Never will any distance be in trust,
Support this another mile if you must.
My HP Poem #488
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2013
I find my memories all hijacked, by you.
I find my thirsts all quenched, by you.
I find my troubles all shot at, by you.
I find my poetry all initiated, by you.
I find my habits all affected, by you.
I find my smiles all admired, by you.
I find my duties all completed, in you.
I find my feelings all inflamed, for you.
I find my stories all completed, with you.
Concave lens concrete poetry.

My HP Poem #424
©Atul Kaushal
642 · Jan 2015
As Far As You Can Go
Àŧùl Jan 2015
You may try going,
As far as you can go,
But I know, yes I know.

You are missing me bad,
As far as I may keep trying,
But I know my final destination.

You failed to get me once,
Oh Death, slow death will come,
Immense emotional decay to fill in.

You must be frustrated,
Why does he not just die,
Probably you should concede it.

You can never forget me,
Stop trying it Lady Death,
I have with me my sweet Lady Luck.

You must be tired now,
Why not take some rest,
Probably even you should sleep.

I will die when it's time,
Not now do I plan to die,
Yes, I will when I need to sleep.

Knowing your strength,
I pay you respect truth of life,
I am not questioning your powers.

But what defeats you,
Is your own demon within,
O sole truth of life you get arrogant.

Having taken life for granted,
You refuse to accept defeat by it,
Each current, planned & unplanned life.
My HP Poem #732
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
The things I say might make you cry or make you feel bad about your current situation but try to see the depth of it, the meaning...

It's fear what's stopping you. Fear of facing who you are! Accept and challenge yourself...

Don't just get settle down...We always have two options Atul, either remain at the same level or become better.*

Everything you said is just a hypothesis,
And your hypothesis is your hypocrisy,
I have had spent my tears in gone time,
But now I won't cry for a girl like yourself,
Coz neither you loved me nor do you cry.
HP Poem #1166
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2013
A baby is born devoid of any hair,
It has no tension but only hunger,
It is only trying to eat everything,
It grows up to identify the edible,
A baby will be keen to taste & bite.
My first 5-line humorous poem - a Limerick.
The humour content is low but this is a cute poem I guess, if you have ever observed a baby.

A limerick has roughly ten syllables per line.

My HP Poem #408
©Atul Kaushal
640 · Jan 2018
Patience, My Love
Àŧùl Jan 2018
Patience is the word
Of the wise, spoken
Or written through
Jargon of expertise
And experience...
My HP Poem #1702
©Atul Kaushal
640 · Feb 2017
Invisible Tears
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I still cry over my accident that happened,
The accident that happened nearly 7 years ago.
Of any gains to me, there seems no hint at all,
And of my pain, there seems no happy end.
Reason with my invisible tears I often do,
Irrecoverable damage after all that happened,
More was the damage that was consequent.

I lost my friends, I lost my career overall,
The accident did no good to me except one.
Of my family ties, it strengthened them all,
And my physical pains are long subdued.
Reason I fail to find for my lost years,
Irrecoverable is the lost love and friendship,
More is that grief of the invisible tears.
My HP Poem #1445
©Atul Kaushal
640 · Feb 2014
Uniformity
Àŧùl Feb 2014
We, me & she, love each other
People approve or disapprove
If they approve then it is good
But what if they disapprove it.

We just needed to concentrate
People admire & envy success
If we wish to be together we'll
But we'll just have to go rebel..

So wait patiently for us to wed
Because efforts today will pay
O! Yes they will pay tomorrow
A golden future we'll rejoice...
My HP Poem #528
©Atul Kaushal
640 · Mar 2014
Postmortem
Àŧùl Mar 2014
I want you to have access to my dead body,
For that you better become a good doctor,
I have my own logical reason behind it.

If I am surely to die someday in future,
You should perform my postmortem,
And claim what's yours - my heart.

I want you to donate it to someone,
That someone who would need it,
A part of me could still survive.
My HP Poem #582
©Atul Kaushal
639 · Aug 2018
Bathykolpian Dreams
Àŧùl Aug 2018
I envision a happy future,
You are underneath me
And the position is missionary.

And I am relishing your deep,
Lovely and **** valley
Of bathykolpian dreams.
My HP Poem #1715
©Atul Kaushal
638 · Jun 2013
A Vagabond
Àŧùl Jun 2013
The real world feels like another planet,
I find them raising their eyebrows.

No place to call a home,
I feel alienated in this house.

Writing an incessant number of words,
I think as many words as I travel.

No particular destination,
I take this world as my home.

But I do roam the world writing poetry,
Much like A Vagabond poet in love.
My HP Poem #311
©Atul Kaushal
638 · Sep 2017
The 16 Years Old Ghost
Àŧùl Sep 2017
Last night I stood atop the North tower,
And as I gazed down from the roof,
I hallucinated a Boeing hurtling,
I saw it collide and felt the impact,
Soon I saw and heard the fear.

The fear vibrated downwards,
It was a nightmare of old memories,
It was a fear of odd memories,
Of memories that I never had,
A nightmare with open eyes.
My HP Poem #1661
©Atul Kaushal
637 · Jun 2019
Cryptic Love
Àŧùl Jun 2019
9 12.15.22.5 25.15.21 10.5.14.9.6.1

My love, this love for you in my heart,
It is the real truth of my life.
Whatever may come in this way or ours,
You must become my wife.
Our religions may just be poles apart,
But our hearts play the romantic fife.

Always remember it 10.5.14.9.6.1, 9 12.15.22.5 25.15.21.
My HP Poem #1744
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
My life is sinking day by day,
And I am not scared for it.

I am aging just internally,
And my body fails now.

Be it digestive system,
Or be it respiratory.

I don't know when,
Nor how it failed.

It's only few days,
Or maybe months.

I see myself dying.
My HP Poem #1554
©Atul Kaushal
637 · May 2020
My🌈Iridescent Skies🌈
Àŧùl May 2020
You shine on my horizon,
Like a nascent rainbow,
After the shower of invisible tears.

To your wrist, I want to hold on,
May I never see you go,
Now that my love towers.

Mares & studs run amok,
In my mind, they so do,
And they sprint around in circles.

Enthused by the falling droplets,
Even peacocks dance,
In my mind, I am all smiles.

The beautiful aura of yours,
I see it with inner eyes,
That of a Đévī it closely resembles.

In your eyes, I see a infantile glint,
Not many get it, darling,
You are my first baby girl.

All the beauty in my world,
Now shines 'cause of you, and
I try to summate it in written word.
My HP Poem #1851
©Atul Kaushal
636 · Aug 2024
Money and Reputation
Àŧùl Aug 2024
How long will you stay uninterested?
In this relationship like me, even you have invested.

My idea of intimacy is based on my lifelong emptiness.
Have you too felt the pangs of loneliness?

How long have I been lonely in this world?
Well, essentially since my lonely & difficult childhood.

And now you might ask me another counter question.
If I had my parents along, why this notion?

Now, tell me, is having parents sufficient?
Surely, we need siblings, friends, and a joint family.

Grandparents help you endure the pangs of loneliness.
Dear, have you ever been directionless?

I grew up without their guidance,
All I had were my busy parents.

How can you judge me based on your experiences?
Come to my world, but take your time to assess.

You say that you chose me as you hope maturity,
But now you know that I'm impulsive like you.

I rhyme a lot,
I whine a little.

I write a lot,
I speak a little.

Allegorical reiteration of my story,
It keeps happening, I keep repeating.

Either you like me,
Or maybe my life.

Or maybe you don't,
Either way you're mine.

Time will bring us close,
Like you say, like you say.

Time will teach you how to love,
Like I express myself, so will you.

Yes, so will you,
Dead sure, so will you.

No, you won't be scared,
For my soul is more scarred.

Than my imperfect body,
My mind is more beautiful.

From my jobs,
I earn money and reputation.

I audit the Railways,
Working for the Government.

Comptroller & Auditor General of India,
My employer.

Indian Railways, the North Eastern Railway HQ,
My paymaster.

While we audit their expenditures,
They even make our paychecks.

I invest in the money market,
And even in the Providence.

But I have reached where nobody speculated,
No, not even I could speculate this.

While I knew that I must succeed,
Even my mother was unsure.

Nobody else knew this for sure,
Well, nobody, nobody except for my father.

Whilst I prepared for the exam,
My mother provided food so nutritious.

Only my father had faith in my potential,
He laughed away all the speculations.

They suggested weird, insulting alternatives,
Sadists the people are oftentimes.

I thank my parents for bringing me here,
And it was my father who gave me the power.

He remained calm throughout,
And his oceanic calm is contagious.

My mother did convey the speculations,
But my father invested his hopes.

Although there is no need to reiterate,
Hope is the most powerful of all the words.

I'm on a train right now,
You might meet me soon.
My HP Poem #1975
©Atul Kaushal
636 · Feb 2017
Come Here, Baby
Àŧùl Feb 2017
There's no need to work in the night,
How I need to satisfy you tonight?
Extremities of your cold body.

Now just come here, my baby,
Tell me how your face is so bright?
Uff! Your hot body is just so very right.
My HP Poem #1432
©Atul Kaushal
636 · Feb 2017
The Immortal Writer
Àŧùl Feb 2017
A writer often hits a block,
As they say, writer's block.
But the immortal writer, you know,
Immortal writers do not hit a block.
I guess that I am one of them,
Not exactly am I another gem,
But I am a bit too different than you.

Words just flow on paper,
When I need, they're here.
But I will not bluff, you know,
Not all my poems make sense.
Immortal writer, I may be,
Not the finest of them all,
But I do learn from all of you.
A writer's block is something I refuse to believe in.
When I don't feel like writing, I just don't write.
I don't waste that time proclaiming that I hit a writer's block.
Also, I know that for many writers a writer's block exists.
I don't blame them, I am just jealous of them that they get something I never get.
My HP Poem #1451
©Atul Kaushal
636 · Jul 2017
(Un)Lovable
Àŧùl Jul 2017
I* have understood
Over the last decade
That I'm unlovable
And an eternal failure

Only my parents care for me
First Gods they are for me

Truly selfless they have been
Really supportive in my life
Unwavering their commitment
They are the only permanence
H**urting them will be my sin
I may be unlovable for some people,
But for my parents I am the prime,
And I have truly realized it finally.

To hell with all those unfaithful lovers.

My HP Poem #1624
©Atul Kaushal
636 · Jun 2016
Invisible
Àŧùl Jun 2016
Even when they're not around,
Their teachings are always along,
Never ever letting me feel alone.

They introduced me to this life,
I learnt to breathe from them only,
And they did teach me to speak.

And I know that much,
I'll surely remember them,
Even when they're not around.
My HP Poem #1090
©Atul Kaushal
636 · Oct 2013
With Friends Like These
Àŧùl Oct 2013
You don't need enemies when your friends conspire against you.
My HP Poem #443
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
The autumn leaves have fallen,
They have been collected in heaps.
Eyeing the brownish heaps I wait now,
The garbage van should be coming soon,
They collect olden golden fallen autumn leaves.
Soon to be replaced by new green spring growth,
But till then this season-cycle must persist & propagate.

Sometimes even relationships need patchwork to be done.
My HP Poem #197
© Atul Kaushal
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