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...

:-) :-* :-)

Eerie it is!
Your own skeleton!
Staring at you!

There's not even a straw of hope,
How to be optimistic puzzles me.
I won't ever have any of the dope,
How to escape what bothers me.
I don't have any moral support,
I'll stop being whitlessly witless.
For that I need some more love.

As I lay in the comatose state,
My Angel cried profusely.
Unknown to others, He cried.
And His tears fell on my body,
They healed my wounds.
My Angel is my Prabhu.
My Angel is my Father.

To that time I dedicate this rhyme,
I was a little fatty but was happy,
As by chance I had her romance.

Now I am almost underweight,
I don't mind having lost weight,
Moving on I do not have to wait.

Come, come with me, honey. 🍯
This afternoon, I'm so *****. 🎺
Come to the deserted beach, 🌊
I wanna eat your red peach. 🍑
Let's make love in the sand, 🌴
Just gimme your **** hand. 💅🏼
Let's sink in each other's love, 😍
Just kindle this glowing dove. 🕊
Obfuscate my afternoon light, ☀
Let me give you a love bite. 👄

I was entangled by evil spirits,
Pitted alone against them all on that cold day,
I needed someone to save me.
There came an angel gliding out of the fog,
Her hair flew gorgeously at her back,
She came to disentangle me from their clutches,
I saw her come gliding out of the fog...

The world doesn't hate me
But
It's too indifferent, you see...

Gusts of hot winds of change
But
They still remain hot and torrid...

It's like I walk alone in a desert
But
Your love is my oasis...

I know that you will find it hard
To excuse my busyness that day,
To forgive my sin by your heart.

I should not have forgotten it
A day I always look forward at,
A day that comes just once a year.

I shall always wish on your birthday,
As a husband only forgets it once,
As the wife's birthday is Christmas.

I hope that you enjoyed your birthday,
I am sorry for being unable to wish,
You do understand my busyness.

I was unwell,
I went to the doctor,
Now I am better.

But the doctor prescribed a surgery,
I shall go on the operation table,
Probably next year after I'll afford it.

She came like springtide,
She left me enticed.
What secret she used to hide,
In her heart deep inside.

She was beautiful per se,
But her eyes were deceptive.
She was beautiful per se,
But her eyes were deceptive.
Her lappet she used to hide,
She came like springtide,
She left me enticed.

Tell me oh my heartbeats,
Oh my heartbeats.
Tell me this much oh my heartbeats,
Who was she that showed me dreams,
The one that came like springtide,
But left me longing and enticed.

Imagine a day quite probable in future,
When our expenses exceed our income,
We both will be spendthrift for our kids,
Both of us will have to overwork hours,
We surely will, let us take this pledge.....

And I let them rhyme,
I write these words of mine,
Rhyme into a sweet poem divine.

When she blinks her eyes,
I see my angel & my Zahir,
Trust me, I don't tell any lies.

Black as night is her iris,
I look at her eyes with awe,
Hers - the most beautiful eyes.

There are also those few,
For whom only dry winds blew,
They only saw time when away it flew.

Giving them jolts like a bolt from the blues,
Time definitely gave the warriors of time the rues,
For they never-ever even managed to compose the blues.

It took just 7 Seconds,
I almost died back then.

One moment I was riding,
Then I remember of nothing.

I just remember the recovery,
And the uncanny painful history.

I can walk, breathe and talk again,
Maybe that was all I did before too.

But I miss my old friends again,
I miss playing guitar like I did.

Turn the pages to remember,
What I lost 7 long years ago.

I've anterograde amnesia,
It is so frustrating now.

I* love to linger on the memories.

Let them be the good ones,
Or be them the sour memories,
View them in repeat mode,
Even if they turn bitter finally.

You might remember it too,
Once I loved you through,
U**nloving was not impossible for you.

Shattered with her departure,
I feel no more enthusiastic,
The reinnervated poet,
Inside me died.

When I was loved,
When I was wanted,
When I was treasured...

Now a decade after a great accident,
New memories fail to form for long,
And the past refuses to be forgotten...

Just You,
Just Me,
In This,
Light & Cool
Breeze;
What Else Do We Need?

Do not fear a long & hot sunny day,
Neither in June month, nor in May,
When the going gets tougher to say,
Here I stand by your side boosting,
Find me in your own morale rising,
Up in daytime and in the evening...

Here l come,
Oh 60 kg target!
Be ready for me,
'Cause I am determined.

Creepy* is My Cute Angel and they know who I talk about,
Waiting as she valiantly fights one of the First Major Wars in her life,
Though I know that she is constantly being missed by me, I know she must win.

If loving you completely,
As I found myself in you,
Could be termed as a sin,
Seen through spirituality,
Then I don't mind my life's sin,
And I'll proudly carry the guilt,
As I have you as my happiest gift.

When I was in school then I used to have some,
But school is gone, so is college and now I have none.

I never had many,
I feel like an alien,
Everywhere, anywhere I go,
I am boycotted by all for some unknown reason,
So I don't have any.

Some cite my attitude being the reason,
Some have differences with my preferences,
Others are too busy for this poet-singer,
The world is friendly only to money.

And that you were an infant.
I shall appear from your mouth
And I would pop before you knew.

I am permanent like the sun,
I will help you get a cute son.

I am potent like the water,
I will help you be a mater.

I am patient like the Father,
I will help you **** your fear.

I am accommodating like the sand,
I will help you hold your head high with my hand.

I am fluid like the time,
I will help you defeat T1D.

I am healing like the life,
I will help you be my healthy wife.

I am romantic like a bliss,
I will never let you get bored of my kiss.

The one for whom I forgot my identity,
Thinks I would devour up her identity.

I became reincarnated as Someone Else for her,
In my heart, I just had a respect for her.

Caring for her I was her guardian angel,
Rubbed of separation was every angle.

Still, she gave me that deafening grief,
Not weeping as tears have bereft me.

I will just overcome her grief one day,
The day I am poet Atul once again.

With other men in her wild dreams,
She makes love just so many times.

The way she often shares her bed,
I will just assume her to be dead.

Probably that accident had its toll,
I neither completely forgot nor do I remember it all.
Vague memories pop-up in my mind,
I neither entirely forgot her kiss nor do I remember it all.
Old friends call me an experienced hunter,
I neither was ever one they call 'hunter' nor do I wish to be at all.

Yesteryears seem a distant memory,
I read a lesson after the event took place & changed my life.
Eager to move forward and see,
I read a lesson after each day passes away on the edge of the knife.
Kite I aspire to be flying free,
I read a lesson in future which is blurry but surely seems full of strife.

Mark Wanless
A fine poet
Penning beautiful
Poems
That happen to have
A definite structure
His words full of youth

Tell me your likes,
But emphasize on your dislikes.
I want to impress you,
But more than that,
I want to conform with your desires.
Also, tell me what you like about me,
And while pointing at my greys, just feel free.

We're strangers with a great potential,
Don't procrastinate much,
And just let yourself come closer to me,
I'll protect you, and I'll kindle you,
Dear, you I'll encourage,
I'll also facilitate your success,
Not because I seek credit, but because I love you.

There's an age gap between us,
But it's still less than a decade,
I know you are young and ambitious,
Don't fear me, you I will nurture,
And don’t worry, please remember,
I'll never obstruct your career,
You have told me your aspirations.

You still have half-a-decade,
And I can advise you, dear,
You I can suggest strategies,
You're going to be a teacher,
And I know that you aim higher,
I refer to that dream of yours,
Through you, I can live my dreams.

We're made for each other,
In you, I see a young but mature lady,
I can read faces, like I did that day,
Yes, I'll always read how much it'll bother,
If you're sensitive, so am I,
I know that you like me,
You should accept my care.

You are close to your grandpa,
I don't say that I can love you like him,
Or even your parents, dear,
But my mother will be gratified,
And so will be my father,
You'll receive a similar care like your home,
And my romance, it will be your bonus.

This is a love letter filled with deep promises,
I'll let you follow your heart,
And try to keep you close,
Or rather I'll be there like an umbrella,
Shielding you from the torrential shower,
Let me bear the responsibility,
Just trust me once and be my wife,
I'll shield both you and our child,
From the necessary evils of modern life,
And also the unwanted stares of the society.

Your acceptance of my love will be my gratification,
Eventually, even you will love me,
I know that I hurt you,
But I did so to let you know what hurt me,
You're jealous about my other friends,
So am I, buddy, so am I about yours,
Relax, just relax and embrace me.

Won't eat my words back.

I'll let this hurt you!

You are gone and I threw you out of my life.

I regret having getting emotionally-bonded with a friend like you - I used to love you.

You were neither brought up the way I was, nor you spent your life in a similar manner.

Let this poem hurt you.

I'll let it hurt you in a similar way you did me.

But I can't possibly hurt you enough, for unlike me you've many other friends too.

I'll let you feel regret.

You made a mockery of our friendship.

I just give my feelings a vague, unclear & indefinite shape through this poem.

Feel my absence from your life, old friend.

Because someday this had to come like this.

You traitors of friendship - what hearts beat inside you!

Perhaps no hearts but only a wretched lying mouths you posses.

I really have no idea,
No hint about who lost more,
But I surely lost my dear.

I don't want to get you,
For you're not an object.
But I wish to achieve you,
As a soul you're the richest.

A poet is someone who rhymes,
Or at least takes care of structures.
A poet is someone who just sings,
Or rather makes music of the verses.
A poet is someone who bleeds black,
Or even weeps a rainbow of phrases.

Every deed that I do,
Leads me unto you.
Wherever you may go,
You are in my vision.

You're unable to control,
Your own ego.
I don't fear separation,
But I fear your harm.
And your ego can take you low,
It can drown you in its charm.
At present it gives you pride,
Vain pride it gives to you.

But I am here only,
Just for you.
Lest you decide,
To make a comeback.

What happened to the love I felt,
All the love I dispensed to her,
Where did her faith waiver,
How could she unlove me,
Why she forgot about it?

We know each other only by internet,
Which means we've not ever met yet,
Would it look so weird looking back?

The hearts are so much well-polished,
Embellished in her happy young self,
Making me feel more than just young.

What if it does indeed appear weird,
When we've let time do our bidding,
Why shall we even care about past?

She has got a beautiful golden heart,
Even I have got a very similar heart,
****** distance - the only difference.

Why is this later spring show so shy,
Would it show sooner when needed,
Will it keep languishing in her eyes?

A poem is not
Your crass, Because
Earnestly,

A poem is not a medium to abuse,
Or a collection of cuss words.
Roses should pour from its phrases,
The poem must always be beautiful,
Aye, even if angry or hateful.

No sound is made,
When dreams shatter,
Just eerie silence.

No physical wounds,
When hearts are broken,
Just silent tears.

It needs an offer indeed.

An offer of a better life,
Bettered with choosing love,
Choice of a wise dear partner,
Dearest be that earnest one,
Earning more than just filthy money,
Filth of loneliness be glowed away,
Glow of love I herewith mean,
Hereto in love's inventive embrace,
Invent they together do just happiness,
Justified are my sacrifices in knightly manner,
Knightly in shining armour of lovely feelings,
Lovely days will descend more lightly,
More than anything else I need love,
Needful of your own love,
Own my heart you do with that pulling force,
Pulling it up towards your queer self,
Queer for me you are definitely more rightly attractive,
Rightly I demand your hand in sweet desperation,
Sweetly sitting in my mouth like my teeth 32,
Teeth - your teeth I have for them the utmost love,
Utmost importance I give to your voice always,
Voice of your adolescence and as I remember when we talked,
We had lengthy conversations which were x-rayed then,
X-rayed with the help of your own,
Your love is what I will long for after reaching the zenith higher,
Zenith of success calls me and how?

Je taime.
I love you.

Je taime chéri.
I love you darling.

Et je veux faire l'amour avec vous.
And I want to make love to you.

'
Hey girl!
Let love unfurl.
Breathe in as I exhale!
Let me now bring you alive.
Believe in all my good intentions!
Feel now as I am right here.
As your shining shield!
See love unfurl.
Hey girl!
,

And may you get,
If you haven't yet,
The guy who you haven't met,
Who fulfills your dream on net.

And may you be content,
If you still are discontent,
The love you desired in nights,
Who takes you out on flights.

O stone-hearted beauty!
To forget you,
I'm trying lackadaisically.
To overcome your memories,
I'm not trying sincerely.
To love someone else,
I'm trying half-heartedly.

O cold-blooded beauty!
To love you,
I tried everything in the dictionary.
To change your prejudice,
I tried my best.
To convince you,
I didn't get my chance.

O unfeeling beauty!
To miss you,
Has become a habit.
To feel you,
Has become an addiction.
To want you,
Is an undying passion.

I refuse to give up.

Should I give up as they all say,
Hemp I have taken not ever,
And yet I will keep loving you,
Let them all call this my immaturity.

If forever love is immature, so be it.

Let her be engaged in her pursuit,
Of infidelity, if she may want to be in,
Venerable I may grow old waiting,
Efforts put day and night I'll succeed.

Yes, because I want to prove her wrong,
Obviously for ditching me midway,
Until maturation, she won't be waiting.

King, she wants in future as her groom,
Rarely she displays her efforts for that,
Into her far-fetched dreams, she adds it,
Possibly imagined chanced upon success,
Interestingly she desires the eureka moment.

Falsify all apprehensions I shall easily 'morrow,
Obviously, that day still may be years away, and
Right here I am staying in my shoes grounded,
Especially I already am putting in that extra bit,
Veer I shall never off this only road to success,
Ends I shall definitely tie together if they are slack,
Ringing your doorbell I shall be within few years.

I am a budding biotechnologist,
A responsible human being,
And I am a fine future father too.

I am a rebounding guitarist,
A fine flautist I already am,
And I am an actually good singer too.

I am a soothing poet,
A fine amateur bard I am,
And I am already established too.

I am a knight in waiting,
A night in waiting I surely am,
And I am a fine first-timer too.

I am an excellent dreamer,
A collection of dreamy poetry,
And I am a writer of steamy poems.

If you wanted a well-settled hubby,
You should have just been patient,
Being immature you just dwarfed yourself.

I am a Survivorman,
An unlikely alive human,
And I am not reserved for you.

I will hold you in my arms whenever you need me to.
I would be a better man altogether with you being my guiding light.
I would seek refuge in your eyelids when the world stands up against me.


You'll find all bitterness straining out of our relation.
You'll love it, the relation and the feelings me & you get with time.
You'll find me by your side in the middle of the desert of the world.


We'll be happy while having all what we would need.
We'll stay close to each other by remaining close to the heart.
We'll love like never before forgetting all the negatives we have.

It's not just about me,
It's entirely about me.

AKS's Collection it is,
Atul Kaushal Sharma's Collection.

Nobody knew it is so,
And nobody could ever even tell.

Not a secret anymore,
To the world, it's an open invitation.

I bleed inside my head.
It won't be long before I'm dead..
All color I'd see would be red.
This short poem will be read...
And it will be reread.
This is how I will be consoled....
But before this poem has been read by many,
I'll simply be dead, I'll simply be dead.....

Time is money,
True.
Time is funny,
False..
Time is long,
True...
Time is short,
False....
Time is God,
True.....

How I live isn't easy,
No - not at all.
How I am alive is the question,
No - not at all..
How I would survive without friends is impossible,
No - not at all...

This Is A Poem Which Only Intends Goodwill.

His Quom - His People Up The Hills
Are Disregarded - Not Made To Pay The Bills.

Considered Barbaric - They Are Feared
Of Random Stuff - Not Welcomed Openheartedly
And Neglected - Downtrodden In Life They Remain

The World Fears Them - Their Violent Nature
Their Way Of Life - Their Tareeqa
The World Slurs - Their Existence
Their Ways - Insulted Even By Their Own Shadows

What We Neglected Today Was Once The Brightest Way Of Life
What I Support Today Is Not Worth Appreciation In The World
What The Cause Is For Me Saying So For The Good Hillmen
What Some Do Is The Misinterpretation Of Their Teachings
What Could've Been Respected Today Has Been Degraded

In that valley of love,
I want to nest my dove.
In that valley of love,
I shall find a hidden trove.
In that valley of love,
I should not need clove.