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582 · Feb 2014
Dumb Love
Àŧùl Feb 2014
Facing the fascist farce of the fakely free,
Like in all instances of various love stories,
Even our love is another voiceless-dumb one.

But we have surely enough shouted out loud,
Proclaiming love to the bigotry of this world,
Greatly enjoying with each other in this life.
My HP Poem #554
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2020
Writing you
In my mortal coil
Never I expected you to
Walk out of my imagination
Even in a secret desire
But you did, baby
Yes you did.

I had abdicated
You came on 29 Feb
Unexpectedly you came
Out of Kalpana, the imagination
Seeking advice from me
On the difficult path
I came out of past.

You are the harbinger of hope
For my dying soul, you are dope
My dark days & gloomy nights end
Now that my twilight shines so bright
I not any longer shall need to bend
My gladness in darkness I *****
I shall come out with this rope.
Kalpana is translatable to Imagination in English

Her mother's name is Kalpana Das.

My HP Poem #1864
©Atul Kaushal
580 · Nov 2013
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
579 · Jun 2017
Cricket
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Cricket was started by the English,
They have a lot of spare money,
Too much more spare time,
But India has to work,
And cricket is the deterrent,
It restricts our national growth,
A trace of occupation by the English.
Cricket is such a wasteful expenditure of time and money for a developing nation like India.

Today the people of India need soccer, athletics, swimming, archery, shooting, basketball, volleyball and other sports.

Encourage Indian people to play other better sports.

My HP Poem #1598
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
My true love will meet me on the Judgement Day,
My celestially divine love is only insulted today,
And today, love will be full of resentment in your street.
My eyes are dark with sorrow today,
Tomorrow your own heart will be upset.

I used to come to your street to sing the songs of love,
But you were indifferent one day, oh my young dove.
Once again I am here in your street, to repeat like a mad man,
Today this savagery of yours will be eradicated,
Because today, love will be full of resentment in your street.

May you breathe deeply, in love with someone,
And may he always be indifferent to your love.
As you have framed the misgivings on me, don't you dare forget that,
Even you will not be blessed with love ever.
My HP Poem #1530
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I can not,
Remember,
What I forgot.
Was it your innocent smile,
Or your cunningness?
I just remember,
That I forgot.
I should,
Forget,
You,
Too.
Another of my surgical poetry pieces for the passion of concrete poetry.

My HP Poem #1453
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You're 6 years & 9 months younger than me,
So look at me - I'm really very confused,
I love you - well, I surely do love you,
I like you - the way you think is best.
So I find you cute & wanna cuddle you,
You're growing up & nicely so you know this.
@Not so little one: ;-)
My HP Poem #168
© Atul Kaushal
577 · Dec 2020
Now Do Not Ignore Me
Àŧùl Dec 2020
You are indifferent to my words,
Loving you is my brand-new verse,
I confess your ignorance hurts.

Thanks for your love,
But your material gifts I don't seek,
Of love and romance I reek.

Hold me tight,
You claim to love me, right,
Show it not by gifts.

Give me your love,
Give me your time,
For me, your love is behove,
Now it's high time, be mine.
My HP Poem #1901
©Atul Kaushal
575 · May 2017
Immorbid
Àŧùl May 2017
I won't die from old age.
No,
That death is more of a cage.

I am a free soul.
No,
I won't be a ghoul.

I may die in an accident.
No,
But my heart isn't so faint.
Title inspired by the story of "Queendom of Sol" by Will Mccarthy.
My HP Poem #1524
©Atul Kaushal
574 · Jan 2015
The Torture
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Stomp it under her heels too,
Satisfy her ego and be happy,
Should I complain not about it,
Shall I move ahead self-centricly,
Studying is of much help not now,
Stop I must after writing & revising,
Shut I must my mind down now.

Shucks!
I myself am torturing my heart.
Time to mend my ways,
'Coz I'm a special human being,
Everyone rejects me,
Be it people, or let it be life or death,
I will live uncompromising all the way,
'Coz it's my second life,
And I won't get another lucky chance.

Only a poem or two everyday will help me move on again.

My HP Poem #724
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
There's a saying which is popular in this world,
They say the feeling of love diminishes...

We also fight a lot of days in the beginning,
But I'm confident that our love won't abate..

And so we will win our own little world away,
Different from this world and uniquely sweet it'll be.
For the one and only, my only one; forever.
My HP Poem #215
©Atul Kaushal
571 · May 2017
Daring Darling?
Àŧùl May 2017
The English Miss,
She was teaching tenses,
And suddenly my benchpartner,
He stood up and went out of the door!

"Such a daring darling!"
She exclaimed while looking at the door,
She made no attempts to prevent him,
"Was getting bored & walked away!"

I shook my head in negation,
Clicked my tongue crisply,
And I had her attention,
So I added jeeringly...

*"Miss English -,"
"- He did not get bored,"
"He wasn't even listening!"
"He was just sleepwalking!"
My HP Poem #1546
©Atul Kaushal
571 · Sep 2019
End September, End
Àŧùl Sep 2019
We used to invite you,
Come September, Come.

But now we wait for you to end,
As the wounds you gave still bleed.

What we lost in your days is life,
More than life, we lost our love.

We remember New York,
We remember Munich.

So please hear our plea,
End September, End.
My HP Poem #1766
©Atul Kaushal
570 · Dec 2017
Counting Blessings
Àŧùl Dec 2017
Try to count her blessings in your life and even your hair strands will be so few,
Just accept me as a worldly avatar of hers and each moment will only be so new.
My HP Poem #1692
©Atul Kaushal
570 · Jan 2013
Why I Don't Hate You...
Àŧùl Jan 2013
Because I did, in fact, love you back then,
So I can not hate you my long lost love;

Because you showed me a world full of beauty,
I just can't hate you;

Not because I'm unable to forget each night we had a fight,
But I have forgotten all the bad words that you and I said;

Yes I do miss you - and your soft skin & tasty lips,
And though I know that this is just daydreaming I can't stop it;

Because I did, in fact, love you back then, I accept it, and,
So I find it difficult to accept that my own choice was wrong.......
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2024
On December 23, 2023,
I was pursuing my job,
As a Probationary Officer,
At the State Bank of India.

My colleagues and parents gathered,
It was very nice; what should I say?
For a vegetarian's delight showered,
They had gathered together that day.

In Panchkula, it was the F.T.P.—2, or
Foundational Training Program 2,
All the probationers were there,
Where, in SBILD, Panchkula.

Celebrated my birthday a bit late,
For I reached there on a later day,
Not that my arrival was delayed,
Que sera sera, just systemic delay.

'Twas memorable,
Many colleagues.
We broke the ice,
I made no couple.

I reached the age of 33 years that day,
Like this time I'll complete 34 years,
But I miss being a child, or a kid,
Those birthdays were special.

On my 33rd birth anniversary,
I felt more than a year younger.
Finally a successful professional,
And obviously an eligible bachelor.

Still unmarried, now as a choice,
I don't find a compatible voice,
Those judge me by my past,
My successes matter not.

Men Going Their Own Way,
MGTOW seems a good idea,
The only viable option for me,
Isn't that the only one for me?

All I have with me,
Are just memories,
Some are besotten,
Others a' forgotten.

They consider me depressed,
Maybe I'm just depressed,
But I lack any real friend,
Lacking any inspiration.

I may have achieved success,
Academic and professional,
Like Granger & McGonagall,
Scripted through dedication.

Coming out of the shadows,
Like the full moon out there,
My parents be proud of me,
Getting married isn't crucial.
My HP Poem #2023
©Atul Kaushal

*Fresh Review of "My Birthday of December 23, 2023"*

*Overview*

This poem is a reflective and introspective account of your 33rd birthday celebration, exploring themes of identity, relationships, success, and loneliness.

*Structure*

The poem consists of 28 lines, with varying line lengths and no clear stanzas. Consider breaking it into sections for improved flow.

*Imagery and Symbolism*

1. "Vegetarian's delight" creates a vivid image.
2. "Full moon" symbolizes growth and self-awareness.
3. "Coming out of the shadows" indicates personal growth.
4. "Birthday" represents milestones and reflection.

*Themes*

1. *Self-reflection and growth*: You examine your life, achievements, and relationships.
2. *Loneliness and connection*: You express longing for genuine friendships.
3. *Success and fulfillment*: You acknowledge professional accomplishments.
4. *Identity and independence*: You assert your choices, including staying unmarried.
5. *Nostalgia and longing*: You miss childhood birthdays and simplicity.

*Tone*

The poem shifts between:

1. Gratitude and appreciation
2. Nostalgia and wistfulness
3. Frustration and disappointment
4. Hope and resilience

*Language and Style*

1. *Conversational tone*: Engaging and relatable.
2. *Metaphors*: Comparing yourself to Granger and McGonagall (Harry Potter characters).
3. *Allusions*: Referencing MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way).
4. *Repetition*: Emphasizes key themes and emotions.

*Emotional Resonance*

The poem conveys:

1. Gratitude for colleagues and parents
2. Longing for genuine connections
3. Frustration with relationships
4. Pride in achievements
5. Uncertainty about the future

*Suggestions*

1. Refine structure and pacing.
2. Clarify language and imagery.
3. Explore specific themes or emotions in more depth.
4. Consider a more optimistic conclusion.

*Questions*

1. How do you see your poetry evolving?
2. Would you like to explore specific themes further?
3. How do you balance professional success with personal relationships?

Please let me know if you'd like me to elaborate on any aspect!
570 · Dec 2023
Good Morning
Àŧùl Dec 2023
😍
Good morning,
Start your day with Yoga,
Both physical and mental.
😍
My HP Poem #1956
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I will wait for you...
Come out victorious.

I will wait for you..
Come out smiling.

I will wait for you.
Come out shining.
:-\ :-) :-(
My HP Poem #332
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2018
Don't be afraid,
My love.
We shall together learn to swim,
My love.
Through this stream of life,
My love.
It's a new experience for you,
My love.
And I just need to revise it properly.
My HP Poem #1721
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Born an only child in a desolate campus with sporadic social interaction.
Sort of home-schooled by the parents and was sent to a small school..
Experiencing an obsessive-compulsive disorder sort of attraction...
Saw her and started remaining obsessed with an older girl....
7 years had gone in a jiffy with no words or transaction.....
Had also made some other friends that were cool......
Hoped they would remain when was injured.......
But was disillusioned as they all deserted........
All the friendship was just an illusion.........
Hope some friends who never left..........
But it can only be hoped for...........
Unlucky I will remain............
Always & Forever.............
© Atul Kaushal
566 · Mar 2014
A Good Morning
Àŧùl Mar 2014
I woke up to a pleasant dream about us,
I slept peacefully rid of any nightmares,
I was at a relative's place with my papa.

These relatives have a married son,
The cousin goes by the name Vivek,
This cousin has just gotten married.

He has gotten his knots tied happily,
His longtime love is the lucky bride,
Heads high they had gotten married.

I was there at Vivek's home for a cause,
I kept in my mind just one name - Mystery,
I hope that he will help convince father.
Oh and then up at 4 am from the pleasant dream I studied for my forthcoming entrance examination for around 90 minutes before posting this poem.

My HP Poem #577
©Atul Kaushal
565 · Dec 2015
Used Up
Àŧùl Dec 2015
I really need me for myself now,
Change I must very soon anyhow.

Enough of selflessness,
I need some selfishness.

New routes call me right now,
Routes to the chaos I must modify.

The routes to my ultimate targets,
Be aimed rather than maimed.

My ultimate targets should be clearer,
The family needs me more than anyone.

Soon I shall be attaining peace,
Pure, divine, singleton peace.
My HP Poem #930
©Atul Kaushal
565 · Dec 2014
Where has that love gone?
Àŧùl Dec 2014
I wonder, more I wonder and I wonder more...
Where has that love gone?

I ask the sun, I ask the stars and I ask the air..
Where has that love gone?

I look within me, I seek in you and I realize it's no use.
Where has that love gone?

Was I so controlling, was I so demeaning and was I so stone-hearted??
That love has gone far away!

Were you not too rude, were you not insulting and were you not always on the aggressive???
That love breathes its last in me.
Do rebound back before it's too late, please.

I'll wait for you to call me on 7th of May, 2015.

I have gone against my friends and family's wishes in choosing you.

Please don't let me down, dear.

7th May, 2015

11:59 p.m.

I'll wait till then.

I'm going to just study and shape my career till then.

And of course, I'll truly stay yours.

Whosoever may attempt to distract me, whichever tease may try to pull me, I'll stay true to you.

I'm ready to be referred to as a fool by the people, but my love is true and certainly you'll realize it before it's too late.

I don't want to lose you.

Because I love you, truly, and exclusively, please trust me.

My HP Poem #715
©Atul Kaushal
564 · Aug 2017
Sunfeast!
Àŧùl Aug 2017
I am your Sunfeast
Protect your Angel in your embrace
I will **** that beast
With your infinite love & that evergreen grace
*
We will be happy together.
Bold: The Lonely Bard aka Atul Kaushal
Italics: Pooja Shah
Bold Italics: Together

Our first poem together on Hello Poetry.
563 · Nov 2013
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
Àŧùl Mar 2014
All these afternoons are really monotonous,
(Read "highly difficult & potentially boring")
But I never get bored of writing new poems!
My HP Poem #581
©Atul Kaushal
561 · Jul 2020
7 Years Later
Àŧùl Jul 2020
1857 was some years older,
Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave.

No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder,
None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave.

No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver,
None consumed the patriotism wine agave.

Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were,
The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur.

Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better,
And I am sure about this administrator.

Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse,
And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor.

Shāh Jī is the best strategist,
And the team is just perfect.

Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor,
An example she is of the pink power.

Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker,
Wise old man for the nation.

Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated,
He heads the World Health Organization.

Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19,
Originated in MainlandChina.

Extinction, it is threatening,
Now we all turn to Hïnđū values.

Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific,
The blind faith belongs to aggressors.

The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,
In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains.

They say that history repeats itself,
Rām Rājyä beckons once again.
A tribute to the great Government of India.
We elected a good set of administrators.
Now have faith in Narendra Modi Ji and his handling of the COVID19 pandemic crisis.

My HP Poem #1867
©Atul Kaushal
560 · Jul 2017
What Good Is
Àŧùl Jul 2017
An unspoilt child,
An unsoiled player,
An unpopular mild,
An unfaithful lover,
An uncool boyfriend,
An uncouth girlfriend,
An unhappy poet?
As I am an unhappy person, I can not really be a good poet.

My HP Poem #1622
©Atul Kaushal
559 · May 2016
2 Years Ago...
Àŧùl May 2016
On All Poetry at her behest, I had created an account...
And this is one one of my poems which I had posted there...

How Are You,
My Love?
I Long For You,
Today, Every Day!

I Have Not
Met You Ever,
So I Long For You!

Soon We Will
Meet In Your City,
The Idea Captures Me!
My HP Poem #1078
©Atul Kaushal
559 · Nov 2019
The Communist Utopia
Àŧùl Nov 2019
No need to work at all,
Free, equal housing for one and all,
Free healthcare facilities.

Free education,
Free food,
Free amenities.

Equal rights to everyone,
Welfare pension for all,
Economic equality too,
Huge ethnic variety as well,
The only guns possessed by law enforcement.

Surely, a good prison is
The Communist Utopia!
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
My HP Poem #1808
©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
559 · Nov 2013
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
559 · Feb 2016
Magic
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Of your eyes,
It's a magic.

Innocent voice,
It's a passion.

Whiter lies,
It's a trick.
My HP Poem #1020
©Atul Kaushal
559 · Jul 2019
G-Spot & Us
Àŧùl Jul 2019
Almost one inch inside the love-hole,
Located towards your tummy,
Is the very exciting ******,
Giving a feeling so very yummy,
We both'll love it, you'll love it more.
My HP Poem #1750
©Atul Kaushal
558 · Feb 2017
Oh Painter!
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Oh
Dear
Painter
Why have
You forsaken
Me altogether,
Why no tears?
In spite of all the grief,
In spite of all the sadness,
In spite of all the darkness,
In your heart forsaken me.
My HP Poem #1437
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2016
She had once said, "I love you, Atul...
I am sure that we will be together...
I also require you...♥
And my father will agree for our relation...I know...Love you!"

Oct 18, 2014 · Like · Reply · Delete
Me, "He'll have to, otherwise I'll have you elope with me! :D
Just kidding, I know how much you respect him."

Oct 18, 2014 · Reply · Delete
She, "Hhaha...Btw...I would not mind it!...;-)"
Oct 18, 2014 · Reply · Delete
She chose ditching me and respecting her father's wish.

I don't hate her, but I can't bear listening her sweet voice ever again even though her memories seem to linger in my mind forever.

My HP Poem #1040
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
When I was young,
Much more young,
They were young.

When they were in a mood to love,
Much in love they were than today,
They'd locked their door in my face.

When they used to argue inside,
I made way & quickly got aside,
They didn't - I locked myself up.
Now they don't fight because they hardly ever talk.
My HP Poem #374
©Atul Kaushal
556 · Mar 2013
I Scraped My Head
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I am lazy,
Always seek the easier way,
I was getting late so I skipped bathing,
I dipped my head downwards into the bucket,
But I lost my balance & was fell head-first on the floor,
-Owww!-
While I was getting my head back out from the water,
My head scraped against the bucket's edge first,
Then my head thrashed down on the tiles,
My neck bore the brunt,
It hurts.
And coincidentally it's 13/3/13 today!
© Atul Kaushal
556 · Mar 2021
Comfort
Àŧùl Mar 2021
True comfort lies in
Infancy or in
Mother's lap,
But
True peace lies
only in Death
And
I know that
Because
In death you
Are free from all
Pains and emotions,
Like I was in that
Comatose state
My HP Poem #1912
©Atul Kaushal
556 · Sep 2017
Immortal Angel
Àŧùl Sep 2017
Sweetest angels never die,
They just become invisible.

But they manifest in your memories,
Yes, they never stop caring for You.

An angel gave birth to You,
Sweetest part of my life now.

I am sure that she deputed me,
Just for You she lobbied my life.

Let's close our eyes and see,
See where she smiles in relief.

Let's join our hands and feel,
Feel her approval seal not in disbelief.


Relieved that you are not alone,
Satisfied that you are not unloved.

Today she is smiling upon us both,
She blesses you on your birthday.
My HP Poem #1663
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
That Angel Was Not A Real Angel,
Only A Faker From Every Angle,
What I Lost Is A Part Of Mine,
Some Money & Some Time,
I'll Regain The Bucks But Not My Moments,
Alone I must Parry Forwards With A Smile,
Not So Feeble It Should Span Over A Mile,
I Should Be Moving On As The Admiral.
Angel Remembered – Part 5/7

HP Poem #1193
©Atul Kaushal
555 · Dec 2012
Marriage | egariM
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Dedicated to the Mirage,
Of a golden future,
With a silver person,
Usually referred to as Marriage.

In a Marriage,
Two souls seem to meet.
It is not so easy,
For two souls to meet.

I've seen a Marriage,
Which survives only due to the child.
That child grows up pledging,
Bachelorhood all his life.
And that child here, could have been me.
P.S.: 19/5/18 Decision changed long ago. Funny how true love changes mindsets.
554 · Feb 2017
No Longer
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Not a happy write is this one,
She has just killed the lover in me.
Someone else I will be never again,
Loved as Atul I will be once again.
Surely not loved by Mystery,
But a deserving girl will love me.

Yesterday I did talk to Mystery,
She was busy winning a debate.
Well she won it very well,
Because she did debate alone.
She did a favour to me,
As now I know what she is.

I definitely do not love her any longer.
My HP Poem #1449
©Atul Kaushal
554 · Nov 2015
I See You
Àŧùl Nov 2015
On your toes you stand,
On my shoulder is a hand,
The other is on my waist.

We find solace in the kiss,
We find the eternal bliss,
A never-ending love we share.

In your hair is lost my breath,
In your eyes be my life & death,
It is forever this love so rare.
My HP Poem #916
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2015
Instead of dropping in like last year,
I wished her b'day over the internet,
Yeah, last year she was more happy,
Because I was there with her.

Still she is positively happy.
♡♥♡♥♡♥♡ So am I. ♡♥♡♥♡♥♡
Today on 23/09/15 Kripi turns 18 years of age.

My HP Poem #903
©Atul Kaushal
553 · Oct 2024
October 28, 2009
Àŧùl Oct 2024
Your friends readied the kids,
In the boys hostel mess.
The day happier than ever,
I felt proud of myself.

Then I took your hand,
And guided you inside.
You were totally unprepared,
But we had trained the kids.

The canteen was filled with us,
The volunteers and the kids.
The onlookers joined the chorus,
In the Happy Birthday words.

Do you remember what the kids sang?
Why won't you, Satyaa, why won't you?
You might remember me, oh dear,
You were my old flame, and I was for you.

I said, "Here you go, dear,
This surprise we prepared,
Just for you, oh, just for you."
And your eyes teemed with tears.

You looked at me in gratitude,
But I was truthful as I told you,
"Your girl friends surprised you,
I just brought the cake, dear."

"Sakshi suggested this surprise,
Your girl friends prepared the kids,
Enjoy your birthday, Satyaa, enjoy it,"
You were speechless, completely in love.
A poem inspired by my novel 7 Seconds: Bhaarat Against Terror.
A novel inspired metaphorically by my own life.

My HP Poem #2014
©Atul Kaushal
553 · Jun 2017
Every Step Of Mine
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Every step of mine
Is in your pursuit.
Wherever you may be
You are in my vision

When the bond is of pain,
Then how bad is separation.
As only they get separated,
That were always wanted.

You are hidden within,
In my heart my friend.
If not inside my smiles,
Then surely in my grimaces.

Every step of mine
Is in your pursuit.
Wherever happiness is
There lies my success.
My HP Poem #1608
©Atul Kaushal
552 · Jun 2014
"What Is That?" She Asked
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Later one day, we went to a holiday trip.
Together we went, we went for trekking.
We went to the hills, we went for hiking.

As we went on further, she was awed by the scenic beauty.
As we went on higher, she was awed by that colder temperature.
As we went on farther, she was awed by the natural attraction.

She saw a snow-covered mountain peak enveloped by dark clouds.
She was really intrigued by this scene above her eye level.
She ultimately asked me with a smile, "What is that?"

I answered in one line, "Darling, it is my face in the slivers of your hair."
My HP Poem #636
©Atul Kaushal
552 · Nov 2016
In The End
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I keep a smile on my face,
Not by myself but by the pace,
The speed of life.

I keep a smile with grace,
Not for herself but for a brace,
The support of life.

She was my dearest fave,
Not by heart but for the pave,
The road of life.

She was mine with awe,
Not for permanence I now know,
The dream of life.

Hoping she accompanies me to my grave,
Not foolish because I'd made her my all,
That searching happiness of my life.

I am surely a fool,
Not that I am dumb,
But I am just a fool.

Gave her all the weapons,
Gave her all the strength,
For killing me, *in the end.
HP Poem #1246
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Whenever I touch her in her dreams,
And she looks very cute as she smiles.

She wakes up with a smile after that,
And again looking cuter as she smiles.

When we talk on phone she tells it all,
And again I feel her going all smiles...

:-) :-* :-)
My HP Poem #214
©Atul Kaushal
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