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510 · Feb 2014
Justice To Our Life, Dear
Àŧùl Feb 2014
It has been sadistic - a hard nut to crack...
Life has not been judicious to many of us.
But have we been judicious to our lives??

It is cursed for the way it is - we waste it...
We often curse life for being just so ******.
Life asks for justice, am I so afraid of it??

It sure is difficult to tread alone in life...
Nobody can prevent us from being one.
All life asks from us is justice, won't we??
My HP Poem #548
©Atul Kaushal
510 · Mar 2013
Thanks For Being My Friend
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I met you by chance,
It's a kind of dance,
That is this trance.
Amidst your couplets and my poetry,
I feel elated and relieved.
The difficulty is remembering your name,
Wasn't much given your scent.
The ease in remembering your face,
Was as much as looking at mirror.
A friend like no other you are,
Who knows which goddess you are
You've come to me like a dream,
A dream i'd like to linger bit more
Who knows how longer we would be,
But as long as friends we are, will be
This is not possible going solo,
You'd have to accompany me.
Now comes this poem's end,
I hope you ignored it's rhyming.
Your talkative eyes tell me a poem,
Nothing but you were on my mind.
© Atul Kaushal
509 · Nov 2017
I Am
Àŧùl Nov 2017
I Am Alive.
I sing the song of life.

I Am Optimistic.
I hope the good of life.

I Am Positive.
I am the best of men.
I can not find it convincing to write about depressive thoughts, so I edited the poem.

My HP Poem #1679
©Atul Kaushal
509 · Dec 2012
The She
Àŧùl Dec 2012
Yes 'The She' Sat Next To Me,
On The Fainting Couch And,
She Looked At Me,
With Her Black Diamond Eyes.

Yes 'The She' Spoke Some Words To Me,
On That Sunday About The Festival Of Lights,
She Looked So Pretty,
With Her Ruby Colored Lips.

I Don't Remember The Words That 'The She' Said To Me,
But I Remember How Beautifully She Did So,
She Looked So Happy,
With Her Picturesque Smile.
For 'The She' who caught my eye that day from up close.

© Atul Kaushal
509 · Dec 2016
Forevermore
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Beyond the limits of life,
Born again shall be our love,
Again and yet again.

Swear you did the oath,
Swore you a pledge of love,
In that ancient time.

Do not dare you forget,
Direct me does the pledge,
Wait for you forever.

So do not you worry,
Sweet seems this sweat,
As I work up to you.

I will never mind it,
If you happen to move,
On & on in the life.

Long I waited for it,
Longer than eons I did,
To meet you again.

So I do not mind it,
Some more rebirths it took,
To finally achieve you.
HP Poem #1330
©Atul Kaushal
509 · Oct 2019
Eli, Eli
Àŧùl Oct 2019
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

So He said in despair.
Son of The Father, you call him?
Now, He is so unfair.
Why did A Father abandon His child?
A wrong number.
Do you all believe in falsehood?
Unmonitored childcare.
Even Eli's Son found His faith unsure.
Then how can you be so sure?
The Son thought that The Father abandoned Him.

Is such a
Father
trustworthy of your human faith?

I'd have such a Father under probation,
And His Child under human protection.

Find your faith in Rámà and Křšņà
Because they are both the same.

He is Vìšņù,
The Conserver.
He is without any sin,
The Faithful Protector.
He will never betray you.

Wait for the Kalki to reveal,
As for the Devil's faith, Kalki will dismantle.
Book of Mathew, Chapter 27.
My HP Poem #1784
©Atul Kaushal
508 · May 2024
Inspiring You
Àŧùl May 2024
People are not nice,
They can dishearten you,
But don't be like mice.

Let me tell you a story,
My story of victory,
It's after the accident.

When I was in the ICU,
Thought I won't be consequential,
But I disappointed them.

This young man is alive,
An ex-SBI PO, now a DRAAO,
Oh I worked hard for it.

Did not I, oh life,
I don't play the fife,
You know, right?

Now I talk to you,
Yes, you, the dejected one,
Now I ask you this:

Being a survivor,
If I can be successful,
Why cannot you?
Life-Threatening Coma-Inducing Bike Accident: May 7, 2010
Awoke From The Comatose State: June 1, 2010
Discharged From The Hospital: June 18, 2010
Lost academic time: 5 years
Lost physical capabilities: Can't play my guitar as nicely as I used to, stammer at times, limp a bit, difficulty in balancing myself, memory problems

But I didn't give up on life. I knew that I can do it.

People who saw my mangled state in the ICU and HDU, they suggested my parents to look after me for the rest of their lives. They suggested my parents to get me enrolled in an easier vocational course to weave baskets or sell newspapers.
They disheartened my mother, who in turn thought that I could not do what others can.
But my father always has had full faith in my capabilities and capacities.
I not only completed my Bachelor of Technology degree in Biotechnology from the Maharishi Dayanand University, Rohtak, but also I went on to complete a postgraduate degree (M.Tech) in Animal Biotechnology from the ICAR-National Dairy Research Institute, Karnal.

And now I have done it.

Professional Success 1 (SBI PO): July 4, 2023
Professional Success 2 (C&AG AAuO): March 12, 2024

My HP Poem #1968
©Atul Kaushal
508 · Jun 2013
The Price Of...
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Honesty In Her Voice
Can't Be Compared
With All Of The
Deceit In Their Eyes
My HP Poem #292
©Atul Kaushal
508 · Oct 2016
Wish & Choice
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I can keep writing suchlike & better too,
Only if so chosen by my darling you,
And plain verse it would be cute.

I can bring the stars to earth too,
Only if wished so by just you,
And I will let flow my love.
HP Poem #1214
©Atul Kaushal
508 · Dec 2016
The Land Of My Love Is Just
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Beautiful
And
Romantic
Red
Everything
N**ovel­.
A 2° acrostic.
HP Poem #1311
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
He has been with me ever since I used to be a toddler!
We share the same bathroom & even the underwear!!
He has been my best secret-keeper apart from you!!!
We have been in love with each other crazily but now even he loves you so I have maintained a safe distance!!!!
Don't you think of me as a madman or ****** because the other person who is my best friend is me only!!!!!
My HP Poem #243
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
It was just a beginner's trial for her,
But the breakup was a swansong for me.

Now just no more future breakups for me,
I know not where the experiments will land her.

A phobia of breakups is what my life has become,
When I get well settled in my life I won't need anyone.
HP Poem #1178
©Atul Kaushal
506 · Apr 2017
Fidelity & Docility
Àŧùl Apr 2017
I am happy that she freed herself,
But disappointed with her as well.

'Cause I had limited her she feels,
While she was her own delimiter.

I am happy that I had my fidelity,
But hurt with her eternal docility.

'Cause she was so docile overall,
While having such a crude ear.

I am happy that I am not with her,
But sad that I am very lonely now.

'Cause she was so close to my heart,
While keeping me close to her own.

I am happy that I did love her a lot,
But weeping that it is, after all, past.
My HP Poem #1497
©Atul Kaushal
505 · Dec 2015
Impure
Àŧùl Dec 2015
These. Lines. You. Read. Are. Impure.

They. Have. Periods.

They don't have any idea,
What actual fertility really is,
And they shamelessly look down,
With their so impaired vision,
Upon those girls so bright.

They prevent them,
They discriminate them,
No worship in temples,
They don't send them to schools.
Such are few idiots.

My HP Poem #925
©Atul Kaushal
505 · Nov 2016
Perspectives
Àŧùl Nov 2016
People see my love,
For you, my love,
In these poems,
Which you consider differently,
That you would say are evil,
Probably inept of your attention,
But I do not control anyone.

Not even my own body.
My body has started revolting and I can feel it coming.

Nothing gets digested.

No balance or control.

Respiration is no better.

My memory is even worse.

You made a smart decision for yourself.

I wholly endorse your decision.

Don't worry about me, I was just a phase.

So yes, I'm better left alone during the end of my days.

You be happy.

HP Poem #1277
©Atul Kaushal
505 · Jul 2020
Her Cuteness
Àŧùl Jul 2020
Her round face,
The button nose,
And sweet voice.

Her glowing skin,
The plumpy chin,
And **** midriff.

Her friendly nature,
The Hïnđū outlook,
And divine soul.

Her infant thoughts,
The youthful spirit,
And zestful love.

How should I not love her?
She's my future partner of life,
And why not, she's my future wife.
My HP Poem #1873
©Atul Kaushal
505 · Mar 2017
Rebirth
Àŧùl Mar 2017
I want to take you away, dear,
Forcefully or not it's your wish.
Of your beauty I am an admirer,
Your veiled sweet internal beauty.
Even you are not aware of that,
Changing bodies like clothes,
I remember our past lives.
Past life regression creative imagination

My HP Poem #1458
©Atul Kaushal
504 · Nov 2012
What I'm Not
Àŧùl Nov 2012
You expect me to be what you desire,
Because that's something none of you could be.

You expect me to do what you desire,
Because that's considered highly in the society.

You expect me to speak what you desire,
Because that's untrue & comfortable hearing.

You expect me to silently watch what you desire,
Because that's how you want your race horse to focus.

You expect me to be resilient letting you do what you desire,
Because that's favorable to all your ambitions to be our emperor.
My HP Poem #14
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 4
Hindi Original:

Ab Aankhon Mein Neend Kahaan?

Wo to bachpan tha jab so jaate the,
Ab to jaane kaisi fikr sataati hai.
Wo to bachpan tha jab kha paate the,
Ab to motaape ki fikr sataati hai.

Wo to bachpan tha jab khwaab sajaate the,
Ab to saari duniya berang lagti hai.
Wo to bachpan tha jab sab apne the,
Ab to duniya dushman nazar aati hai.

Wo to bachpan tha jab khush raha karte the,
Ab to barson puraana duhkh sataata hai...
Wo to bachpan tha jab bhavishya ki chinta na thi,
Ab to beete ateet ka kabhi na khatm hone waala khed hai...


Here's the translation:

Where Has The Sleep Gone From My Eyes?

That was childhood, when I could sleep,
Now, worries keep me awake.
That was childhood, when I could eat,
Now, fears of weight gain haunt me.

That was childhood, when I'd weave dreams,
Now, the whole world seems colorless.
That was childhood, when everyone was my own,
Now, the world seems like an enemy.

That was childhood, when I was always happy,
Now, decades of sorrow haunt me...
That was childhood, when I didn't worry about the future,
Now, the unending sorrow of the past haunts me...
My HP Poem #2037
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2019
Every night you come to my dreams,
You come to my dreams and whisper,
Whisper sweet little nothings you do,
You do it to me all the time, oh Jenny,
Jenny, you're so beautiful and pure,
A purity expands from my memories,
Emanate from my sleep does your purity.
My HP Poem #1815
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2013
This is to answer your doubts about my past

She Was With Me,
In The Movies,
In The Social Service Club,
In The Hospital Taking My Care,
And Where Not.

Do I Miss Her Anymore?
No.
Do I Still Miss Her?
I Don't Know.

Did I Consider Her Important?
Yes.
Why Do I Still Consider Her Important?
How I Would know..

Do You Think That I Don't Have Anyone Else To Think About?
Yes, Apart From My Studies & You.
Do You Think How I'm Being Unable To Forget Her Might Affect My Future?
Yes, I Remember Her Only As The Source Of Inspiration She Is...

Now your doubts must all have been addressed properly
© Atul Kaushal
503 · Oct 2016
Loving A Starlet
Àŧùl Oct 2016
She knows that several men love her,
And she enjoys the attention she gets.
HP Poem #1187
©Atul Kaushal
503 · May 2017
Did I Not See It Coming Up
Àŧùl May 2017
Why did I forget that I am a mortal,
How could I just ignore that fact?
I am merely a mortal loving another,
Perplexed I am why she ever left.

Why should I waste my time,
On another immature person?
Either way I lose precious hours,
Should let her go and live on.

Remembering her is not worthy,
Edging each year closer to thirty.
Every day I realise my waning age,
Living in the self-made cage.

I had never foreseen her leave,
Not for that I was always truthful.
These memories are all I have,
On the dreary nights handful.

Most of the visions for future,
Interest waning away from life.
No, she wouldn't ever be here,
Ex- she won't ever be my wife.

Maybe I need to broaden my spectrum,
India is the land I took this birth in.
Now I live searching for a plectrum,
Exact fit for my life's good guitarin'.
My HP Poem #1535
©Atul Kaushal
501 · Sep 2018
Ghoul
Àŧùl Sep 2018
I own your body,
I own your soul,
The one that owns your sorrows and gives you happiness,
I am that ethereal ghoul.
My HP Poem #1717
©Atul Kaushal
500 · May 2016
Darling, Will You Love Me?
Àŧùl May 2016
Darling, will you love me?
And only me?
But negative you stand,
You talk about being in the society,
But I know the society's real face,
Calling them brothers they turn fake,
And symbolic literary kisses turn into 'Who are you?'.

Their fake faces are visible to me,
Why do you knowingly ignore that?

You are not fake like them,
You are faithful to yourself,
Or are you like them, dear?
But I knew that you are not ready to accept this reality behind the societal masquerades of every next man.

You will let go of me but you won't shun the fake society instead, you are addicted to it.

Edit on 19th May, 2016:
She was fake. So fake.

My HP Poem #1075
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2016
Can take you next to her,
Close, closer and closest.

You can still feel her soft,
Voice, skin or the organs.

Just forget all of her vices,
She doesn't remain impure.

The trinket in her ankle,
It makes a sweet sound.

She teases you and runs,
You'll run after her soon.

But open your eyes now,
And you'll find her gone.

She was never here dude,
You still are in the swoon.
My HP Poem #1116
©Atul Kaushal
499 · Mar 2014
The Angel In My Psyche
Àŧùl Mar 2014
I always have had an idea of my dream girl,
Of exactly what she is like from her heart,
Of exactly what her appearance is like.

I feel victorious to tell that I have found her,
She is quintessentially an atypical angel,
She is a crystal mirror within herself.

I believe that I have never been more happy,
This is definitely my delightful salvation,
This is karma delivering as the fruit.
My HP Poem #558
©Atul Kaushal
499 · Oct 2014
Cash
Àŧùl Oct 2014
I am born in a middle-class family,
But I am super-affluent personally.
I sleep on a humble coir mattress,
But then, I dream of you my dear.
I indulge in love with you then on,
But I wake up before I reach ******.
I love my life as you are here now,
But do tell me if you feel discomfort.
I take care presently to make sure,
But forgive me if I grow on your nerves.
I am rich and affluent because I've your love,
But don't ever let the light of love fade away.
My HP Poem #676
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
My Mother Tells Me To Cut Calorie-Intake
If I Ever Want To Shed Some Extra Fat,
But I'm Merely 66.8 KG By Weight!

How Can I Make My Conservative Family
Especially My Overpossessive Mommy,
That I Can't Cut Any Of My Calorie!!

Because Oh My Beautiful Cute Little Darling,
You Must Be Well-Aware Of The Fact That
You're The Sugar In My Cup Of Life!!!

I'm 5'10" Tall Which Is Good For India & So I'm Adequate Weight,
There's No Way To Even Seriously Thinking Of Cutting Calories,
But Still, Still I've Been Going To The Gym All These Days!!!!

Anyways, I Can Just Try To Exercise More & More,
As I Keep A Loose Check On What I Eat Daily,
To Ultimately Get A Decent Shaped Body!!!!!

Perhaps That Should Help Me Stay Fit,
Mom Should Be Satisfied & Happy,
From What I Make My Body!!!!!!

My Favorite Taste Is Sweet,
My Favorite Flavor Is You And So,
You're The Sugar In My Cup Of Life!!!!!!!
© Atul Kaushal
498 · Dec 2016
Lucky
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Today, I realize this,
Hate me not if I tell you,
Atul loves you into the blues,
Tomorrow I will love you more.

I** just love you exclusively forever.

Letters of love you have sent,
Of course many I have saved,
Veering not en route to love,
Enthralling moments await.

Yes, it hardly matters that I must wait,
On and on I will love you only,
Unto any I do not fall whatever be the bait.

And you kindly think of yourself,
Than thinking of me,
Us is not a future thing anymore,
Life is going to get better.
Lucky That I Love Myself

HP Poem #1308
©Atul Kaushal
497 · May 2017
Come To Me
Àŧùl May 2017
Oh my baby come to me,
Your daddy will raise you,
Efficiently & very caringly.

Baby, I will never let you feel alone,
Absinthe of your mum won't touch you,
Brazenness of hers will be steered clear,
You will mature into a human with heart.

I will stay by your side till I die.

Living with you will be my reward,
On this life it will be a blessing,
Versatile will be your daddy,
Even mum I will be for you.

You will grow up a human of principles,
On Judgement Day, you will go to heavens,
U**nder this sky you will be cared for by Angels.
Single fathers rock!

This poem has a backstory where the mum abandoned the family right after childbirth.

My HP Poem #1543
©Atul Kaushal
497 · Nov 2012
I'm Not Alone
Àŧùl Nov 2012
I often ponder
Of my being isolated
In this world of 7 billion

I often wander
Alone I often wander around
In this vast world

I often feel out of love
Of friends and those special ones
In this lovely world

I often feel I could fly
Out of this defensively closed society
In this wide world

I often get a feeling
Of sadness when I can't share happiness
In this jealous world

I often get an emotion
Of joy when I succeed in befriending someone
In this hostile world

In the end of the poem I come to the essence
Of this world as not being so mean as it appears
In this first thought

I re-read what I titled this poem as
And say out loud that
I'm Not Alone
My HP Poem #3
©Atul Kaushal
497 · Nov 2012
The Goodbye Poem
Àŧùl Nov 2012
Don't ever tell the Goodbye.

I know it won't be easy,
So don't ever tell the Goodbye.

Don't ever tell the Goodbye.
We will let the time be lazy,
Just don't ever tell the Goodbye.
Don't ever tell the Goodbye.

**** the time we are away,
Just erase those memories.
And the distance between us,
I'll walk to you, so you will.

That time would come,
But don't ever tell the Goodbye.
Don't  let your lips part,
Part and open saying Goodbye.
We'll create it an art,
And won't ever tell the Goodbye.
This is an October '12  poem by me.
My HP Poem #5
©Atul Kaushal
496 · Jul 2017
Contrast
Àŧùl Jul 2017
I am a very old man
Living inside a plan
Of that great Creator
To create immortals
But I live in a body
That is very young
And very enthused
My HP Poem #1630
©Atul Kaushal
496 · Jul 2017
She Is A Defaulter Now
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Knowingly she had ditched me,
Reported I have to the police,
I have been trying to move on,
Purple hues of her are forgotten,
Impress me she did as my empress.

Issues of my own stand unresolved,
Some issues of loneliness are queer.

Thankfully I am still sane,
How hollow is my life now,
Ending another stage of my life.

Decanting are all the memories,
Effectless was my every effort,
Fake had been the promises,
Added all of the sweetness,
Ultimately I am alone,
Left me in my sadness,
Talking to myself I'm now,
End of life I'm speculating,
R**inging are her last words now.
My HP Poem #1634
©Atul Kaushal
496 · Jun 2017
The Grim Reaper
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I know about myself that I am rude,
I am very much that cool dude.
I refused accepting my deathly abode,
I sent the grim reaper back.
I know that he was racing with me,
Noting my bike's speed.
But I know that once I did survive.
My HP Poem #1592
©Atul Kaushal
496 · Jan 2015
Oh My Dream Girl
Àŧùl Jan 2015
My heart always calls out to you,
So much I will attain from so less,
Just let me be yours & you be mine.
My HP Poem #725
©Atul Kaushal
495 · Mar 2013
Senseless
Àŧùl Mar 2013
What use is a flask,
If I can't toast from it.

What use is a heart,
If it can't beat for me.

What use is a friend,
If they can't trust me.

What point is a person,
If they don't love poetry.

What point is a poem,
If they don't get it easily.

What point is a point,
If they find it senseless.

But the entire world is not smart,
And I don't actually care if they think most of it is just Senseless! :D
My Hello Poetry Poem #125
© Atul Kaushal
495 · Jan 2021
Freedom for Me is
Àŧùl Jan 2021
The liberty to love anyone
Irrespective of Värņä,
Jāŧï, community, birthplace,
Profession, or their past,
In order to help them get better
As I become their dream partner
My HP Poem #1906
©Atul Kaushal
495 · Feb 2013
For the Dream Angel
Àŧùl Feb 2013
There is this slightest aching in my heart,
As something is missing in life.
This poem is for that overlooked - unknown - unheard fairy.
 
Baby just come to me now,
Now this shortfall can only be relieved by you.
 
The air breezes past me but still I don't feel like breathing it anymore,
Lest I lose you somewhere I am certainly worried about this, but why?
But why could not you just look at me,
I have seen the world but my mind only liked you.
 
So now you must come as
I just keep my hopes alive,
When you come in my dreams,
I wait when you come to take me to that world.

So now you come,
Take me, take me away.
© Atul Kaushal
494 · Dec 2016
The Last Poem
Àŧùl Dec 2016
May my last poem never time itself on my birthday,
As the day I write my last poem will be my last day,
And I wish not die on the day which is my birthday.
HP Poem #1316
©Atul Kaushal
494 · Dec 2016
The Secret
Àŧùl Dec 2016
The secret to her happiness is love.
No, you are thinking wrong.
I am not her lover.
Not anymore.
Her love is objective.
It is ever-changing and variable.
She has loved many things.
Parents. Cousins. Friends. Siblings.
Boyfriends. Even girlfriends.
She is bi-curious if not bisexual.
HP Poem #1301
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Where are you hiding, love?
Come, you know it is already late.
Do you want me to cry & wail?
No?
Come back, you needn't do anything else.
How you want me to be happy?
Come back only if you are willing to change.
Random write, not for interpretation.

My HP Poem #1366
©Atul Kaushal
492 · Sep 2019
Left of Right
Àŧùl Sep 2019
The BJP has impressed me,
Welfare is their priority,
They have improved as a political party.

They used to be the capitalist kind,
Completely rightwinger it used to be,
They used to be crony capitalists.

But they have improved,
Their worth they proved,
India administrated by them will be happy.

They have made sacrifices,
Who can forget Shyama Prasad Mukherjee?
Once they know him - they can't.

Who can forget Atal Bihari Vajpayee ji,
Or the living legend, Lal Krishna Advani ji,
Or the fallen soldiers, Sushma ji or Arun ji?

We have many more leaders,
All distinguished in their spirit of Indianness,
Narendra Damodardas Modi, their scion.

They used to be plain capitalists, yes,
But now they are very different,
They are the Left of Right.
India, as a majority, is very happy and positive.

My HP Poem #1773
©Atul Kaushal
492 · Jun 2013
Darling, It's Me
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Who you look for in the mirror,
One you hope for after dinner,
Who you just wish was near,
One you desire was closer,
And you will go higher,
One you can take farther,
Who you wannabe together,
One you want to marry for real,
Who you make kids with in future.
My HP Poem #330
©Atul Kaushal
491 · Jun 2017
What She Said
Àŧùl Jun 2017
A fairly new poetess,
With the eye of a tigress,
Of stats she is the mistress.

She compliments me,
As she points it out to be,
Excellent poets read so many.

So honestly she tells me,
As she brings to my notice,
"Your favourites are 10X more,"
"Your poems are 10 times lesser!"
Thanks for bringing it to my notice,
Poetess Kalpana.

I am sure that there are many more dedicated readers and so a lot of better poets than me.

My HP Poem #1568
©Atul Kaushal
491 · Oct 2024
I Am In Love Since 1991
Àŧùl Oct 2024
I loved the baby they first showed me.
He was so beautiful,
He was cute & charming.

******* eyes,
As if just Onyx.

It was the first time,
Yes, the first time,
When in front of a mirror they put me.
My HP Poem #2010
©Atul Kaushal
490 · Jan 2016
Every Time I Take A Break
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I start thinking about my mistakes,
So I think about what & all errors,
Those I made & the world makes.
Some special pattern is absent,
Fail I do to figure it out at all,
Prevent I do from letting the blame,
Shift on others for ruining,
What I did and what I do,
I am answerable to myself,
And no ****** **** else!!!
My HP Poem #1006
©Atul Kaushal
490 · Mar 2021
No Soldier
Àŧùl Mar 2021
Jihadis have no souls.
They are not humans.
I categorize them under ghouls.
They are enemies of all life.
No soldier should regret killing a Jihadi of any age.
My HP Poem #1913
©Atul Kaushal
489 · Feb 2016
I Love You
Àŧùl Feb 2016
Your face reading tells me a lot,
You've been a warrior of thought,
Of your principles a holder.

Yes I confess publicly that I love,
With all my heart and exclusivity,
I am your biggest follower.

Beholder of beauty you are,
I'm not Narcissus even distantly,
Yet these words I tell a mirror!
My HP Poem #1009
©Atul Kaushal
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