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Best Poems Written by Ravi Kiran

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Ridicule With Death

Is it that time?
my time to go.
do you have a warrant?
wait a while,
till the rain dials down.
Not want to ruin the suit,
need to look my best.
When I meet the under lord,
need to appear my best.
Not want to spend
my afterlife drenched.
if not
can I dry myself 
at the furnace of the hell.
what if?
I go to heaven,
can I pack 
a change of clothes?
Nothing fancy,
long robe and a halo,
may be a scarf too.
let me pack some sausages,
for the long journey ahead.
you seem clueless,
let me talk to your superior,
what is the country code? 
Is it alpha and omega?
no! they put me on hold
to a hold tone,
"Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings."

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The Storm

Clouds are gathering for tomorrow's storm,
ground beneath the land is cooling down,
flames of old love are dwindling,
if you want me, you need to tell me now,
for tomorrow I will be gone,
I might splash as a droplet,
splatter into pieces far,
away from the ocean.
Clouds are gathering for tomorrow's storm,
mountains around are calling home,
winds surrounding are calming down,
hail from heaven like falling angels
from beyond the sky,
smash into the rocks I climb,
I might scatter into broken shards,
Clouds are gathering for tomorrow's storm,
trees clutching the earth are shaking,
sky is roaring among the gods,
thundering loud is the Zeus's war cry,
as he shoots down his arrows down,
I might be struck by the lightening bolts,
my soul might leave my body alone.

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Nowhere

Passing old memory lanes as the tram journeys towards home,
how in the maze of thoughts do I find some happiness?
Windows will share the tears on a rainy day.

Destroying the old worlds as we fly around the globe,
It was always raining in the new lands,
parts of self left behind in pieces in the thoughts of friends

Finding freedom in bonding with the unknown,
filling empty baskets for the occasions of nostalgia,
Realising only in the riddle of dreams where we truly belong,
Nowhere.

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Migrate

One afternoon fatigued I fell asleep 
and dreamed of wings, 
since then i have been migrating.
In my gamble of life
I have wagered my happiness,
and lost my path.

As a bird bid farewell to the leaves,
falling to the Autumn breeze.
Stretching its own wings
to a new shelter beyond the seas.
will it fare well among the trees?
or the nest be pestered by snakes.

Days passing by as a fluttering butterfly. 
The wind was blowing in the wrong direction.
Heavy wings in rain, can they carry me home.
Counting the feathers from my broken wings.
By the swing of the reaper's scythe, someday
I will resign to my sweet eternal sleep in peace.

-Ravi

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Curries and Spices

still stuck at the introductory,
I have been a silent observer. 
well that is what I do mostly in my laboratory.
To begin,
My name is a tongue twister so don't worry,
I am from a country with a different ethnicity,
it is not just about spices and chillies,
a little more than curry leaves and corianders.
I can't say it better for my cheap vocabulary.
To you it must be still blurry.
Ahem! back to the point, 
it is not just about rice and constipation.
we have a lot to worry,
like our uncles we never talk to,
try to engage us to girls we never knew,
in a function we didn't want to attend to,
to escape
claustrophobics have to hide in trunks, 
acrophobics have to climb the towers
else 
even genophobics have to marry,
so we have a lot of worries,
it is not just about peppers and curries.
Now! more about myself,
believe me I believed that,
retribution for my past I have been in,
trust me I have tried to
sought redemption in the loud cries of grief.
then I met this guy, 
who lost his cat
said "why should it be?
while others write about 
purity and divinity in love and roses,
sometimes we have to be silly and think of 
the fragrance in a curry leaf and chilly.
to hell with the past, the present has to be recreational."

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Not a Day Goes By

Not a day goes by 
that I don't remember you.

A castle in my heart was made for you,
from the nightmares, to guard you. 

As the cold breeze passing through sings,
wrapped you, shielding with my wings,

when he came sneaky in the night,
the grim reaper, he dares might. 

with a slash from his scythe,
he took my wings too.

Flightless, wandering lost,
tired, fell kissing the dirt. 

Woke up one morning,
in the middle of the woods.

Down on my knees, pleading you,
"Dear brother! one word from you will do."

For now I know what love is?
but none I have to share it with.

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Good Luck

be the best, if that
task needs muster all your will.
I wish you good luck.

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Mythical Pest

My parents complain of a mythical pest,

Infesting our house since the 7th of July,

Devouring the snacks, desserts,

delicacies and everything hot, spicy or sweet,

Determined to find the beast,

Fattened with food meant for me.

with a magic wand and on a broom to hunt

set out may it be a lachupakabra or a lepricorn,

Scary or naughty and anything the creature might wield

ready with a device from my dad given to me with a grin

the device, the compass, the guide to the beast

was a mirror reflecting its scaled skin scarlet red

staring at me with cat like blue eye

fierce and mighty.

Not a pest but is a mythical beast

Omega and almighty! It was me

Perplexed, gave up the hunt.

now feasting on poisonously, maliciously, dangerously

in sugary syrup gulab jamuns soaking.

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Ginkgo Tree

To the whispers of the angels wings
            heart blossoms to Cupid's rampage.
time comes to crossroads of Autumn
            to await in nakedness as a Ginkgo tree.

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Smeagol's Beatles, Norwegian Wood

I once had a ring, or should I say, it once had me... 
it made me vanish, isn't it good, my precious ring? 

it asked me to wear it and make way to its masters cave, 
So it drove me mad and its my precious for me to crave, 

I lived in a cave, biding my time, eating like swine,
We dwelled until time and then bagginses came, took what was mine.

They took me to Mordor and burned me, So I started to talk. 
I told them I didn't and spoke off to Orcs, shire is the path 

And when I awoke, I was alone, Frodo had flown 
So he left from shire, isn't it good, my precious will be mine.