Best Arun Poems
It was never her choice,
to be into the red gallows.
Body sold in the witching hour,
forsaking her hemorrhaged soul,
she moves on.
Twitching in pain,
trembling limbs,
scars of yesterday’s lust,
squashing the very being out of her,
yet she bounces back in the morning.
A wife and a mother,
her own choice,
her only aberration,
falling in love with a man,
who placed her under the red light,
with harrowing nights.
Just for the livelihood of her family,
which her man should have given,
she sold herself every day.
The lusty eyes,
that could have grazed upon the innocent,
she cools that lust off,
at the cost of her nights.
Today she is at crossroads,
her man being bludgeoned to death.
She ran from one hospital to another,
with her mate writhing in pain.
God – speed said few of her clan,
from the crimson gallows.
Succumbed he did,
with the setting sun.
Disowned by society,
and now by protectors of law too,
She stood there perplexed.
Benumbing silence engulfed her,
She held two arms tight,
better or worse life would enfold,
unaware, unperturbed she stood there,
a defying silence,
chilling the soul.
It was not her choice,
to be pushed into the red gallows,
now with two innocent souls,
walking along by her side,
On these roads!
@Chitra Arun
May 2022
Categories:
arun, anger, angst, death, deep,
Form:
Free verse
MY POEMS
MODEL SCHOOL ,A PASSIONATE DREAM:
MODEL SCHOOL, a passionate dream
To bring quality education to the village gems
You and I are picked up to serve the hamlet heroes
To drive away darkness from them
The children are so precious
But don’t be ferocious
They have put trust on us
Don’t make them fuss
Oh! Dude forget not that
They imitate us wholeheartedly
Whether you believe it or not
They gaze at us to lead them into right path
They seek us to design their future model
Shall we salute to their aspirations!
Be proud to be MODEL TEACHER
COMPOSED BY
S.ARUN KUMAR
(PGT OF ENGLISH)
WHEN THE BELL RINGS ??
When the bell rings
School children runs
Waiting for the departure
To regain the pleasure
Packing the baggage
Rush and go in stampede
No heed to instructions
Ignore the presence of teachers
While on way shout like flock
When they are whacked
Waving hands to buddies
Posing smiling faces
Though beauty fades away
Saying adieu adieu adieu!
COMPOSED BY
-S.ARUN KUMAR
(PGT OF ENGLISH)
Categories:
arun, education, student,
Form:
Free verse
A child was formed in the mother's womb,
The mother filled with many dreams of her child,
Filling joy in Mother heart in every kick and every move,
Wanted to be the one who will achieve everything in the world.
The one who is going to make many life memories,
The one who is going to carry many people's smile,
Day by day making the mother's expectation stronger and happier,
And the day came when the mother knew the child going to be born was a princess.
The mother was filled with joy and happiness but her family and society was filled with unhappiness.
They didn't want the princess to be born they wanted a pride of having a prince first.
The mother was soon forced to not have her princess and with sadness and unhappiness the princess was unborn.
All the dreams and wishes vanished away and the unborn princess spirit was reached to heaven before she could keep her step into this world.
- Evangeline Arun Prakash
Categories:
arun, abortion, abuse, angel, baby,
Form:
Blank verse
I'm Arun Joy
For discomfort you shall see
Sombre, but I am ploy
Never but I am 'we'
Deem me arrogant for thine dreams I purview
Gleaming relevant in sorrow streams I eschew
In the class of chemistry a girl shimmers in awe
She pass all so splendidly like a pearl dimmers in sprawl
A sensitive heart of tears
For the bearer you seclude
Presence set apart of fears
As the stranger you include
Lest I forget the quaint Professor Anup Nair
An ode beset for being, never, doctrinaire
I love to be loved
But for a momentary gleam
A dove from above sparkles
In a dignitary stream
I'm Arun Joy
Categories:
arun, depression, love, pain, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
In the whole unique universe,
The origin of blitz birth,
Merely due to pre decided plan,
Or an uncontrolled excited accident.
Sometime gently sometime stupidly,
So far not so sure about the result,
Normal-abnormal- subnormal,
Dump death or midnight miracle.
Seriously all these wow wonders,
Just a creativity of a meson moment,
I-you-we-they living or non-living,
No one knows the girth of birth,
The measuredly measured motto.
When you get birth you cry,
& all around you feel joy,
When you die you feel joy,
& all around you cry,
The process of birth,
Again & again try,
So here is no ending,
In the whole unique universe,
The origin of blitz birth…..
The origin of blitz birth----
Arun“@gyat”Pancholi
Categories:
arun, happy birthday, universe,
Form:
Blitz
TRIBUTE TO SHAKESPEARE ( APRIL 23 BIRTHDAY)
O! Bard of Avon
You are second to none
Never went to university
But popularised universally
Reigned the Elizabethan age
With unbeatable craze
Caught the pulse of audience
With your textual themes
What a creative plots designed
How beautifully you portrays the characters
Your works still alive & updated
Which reflects old & new world
You are a source to critics
With your plots & sonnets
Undoubtedly you are irreplaceable
Words aren't enough to praise you
The world is indebted to your contribution
With ever lasting impression & passion
We cherish & Share your memories
To the next era with pleasure
Long Live !! Long Live Shakespeare.
Penned by
Arun Kumar swarna
PGT ENGLISH
Categories:
arun, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
WHEN THE BELL RINGS ??
When the bell rings
School children runs
Waiting for the departure
To regain the pleasure
Packing the baggage
Rush and go in stampede
No heed to instructions
Ignore the presence of teachers
While on way shout like flock
When they are whacked
Waving hands to buddies
Posing smiling faces
Though beauty fades away
Saying adieu adieu adieu!
COMPOSED BY
-S.ARUN KUMAR
(PGT OF ENGLISH)
Categories:
arun, school,
Form:
Free verse
Distance may keep us apart,
Argument may happen when we meet.
Yet unexplainable is the feeling that we both share.
Our hearts may be miles apart,
Yet Soul in unison.
We may not be able to express a lot,
Yet the best of partners we both are.
Like a rainbow beneath the cloud,
Always u came by to light up a smile.
Whenever life thrashed me down
For many reasons unexplained.
My eyes searched for you
And always found you by my side.
Standing there always to show me that you care.
Your presence my love makes my heart feel light.
As long as you stand by
Nothing can give me a fright.
@Chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, emotions, for him, husband,
Form:
Free verse
"Peacock feathers will grow"
If kept in a book ,nourished by pencil shavings;
I raised brow!
Probing to test~
Borrowed some from my friend's savings;
With zest.
Inclined
By false ravings--
Pined!!
"Peacock feathers will grow"
Borrowed some from my friend's savings;
Pined..!!
31-7-2020
Disclaimer: Written in memory of my school classmates.
Special dedication to my bestiee "Vishal Arun Raj" who
appears in my poem:-)
First Place in the contest:-)
Note:Let's Minichu on an innocent Childhood Memory
Poetry contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani.
New Rhyme scheme (MINICHU): Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD invented by C.Mohan.
Stanza 1: 6,12,3 (3 × 2,4,1)
Stanza 2: 4,8,2 ( 2 × 2,4,1)
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.
Categories:
arun, 4th grade, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Dip the light of happiness has come TODAY!
When darkness comes sun run it!
The charioteer Arun anger comes from the red!
Then the whole world bathed in happiness!
The logo sentinels Banti awake!
Dip burning in the minds of people of happiness!
When the whole world is asleep!
The world is going to wake up!
Afraid all his glory!
Unable to stand it any further!
His arrival is communication in happiness!
The darkness is passing!
When he left desolate the world!
Is blessed with the coming of the mass - mass!!
We would not hesitate to Shury Jewish Soc!
We are unable to live without light Shury!
Shury afraid of the darkness to come!
Teak does not he stepped in front of him!
They would be blessed - blessed man!
All they have to believe God!
Their redness appears on the Himalayas!
Their snow too scared to come!
Is in communication with the coming of his life!
There is value in the light of the world!
Categories:
arun, natural disasters, nature, world,
Form:
Name
The morning sun shines into my window.
I am awake thinking,
thinking about our long lost days.
Those days were so wonderful.
We were like the leaves on the trees,
bright and beautiful.
We were like a rainbow,
the leaves, the dancing flames of fire,
and the sweet, soft scent of a rose.
But soon we left,
drifting far away.
there is no looking back.
Oh, how I long to see the spring again.
When will we be home again,
once again to be bright and beautiful?
For I miss you so very much.
Remembering those days brings tears to my eyes and a smile to my face.
You are the one I care for,
the family I love,
and the one I long to see once more and grow bright and beautiful..!
©Chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, childhood, family, friendship, grief,
Form:
Free verse
To be unrestrained and happy,
the only reverie I contemplated about.
For those who would never come by,
are the only prized memories now.
Every time fate crushed me,
I held on and bled.
Every time I tried to listen,
leaden silence deafened me.
Every time I longed for rainbows,
a deluge of tears filled my soul.
Barricade of orphanage culled me.
Empty stomach reigned my nights,
scorns and mocking looks,
bore deep into my heart.
Hope was all that I had,
offering courage to hang on.
Like a lonely dancer on stage,
to play my distressing part,
oblivious of the rolled down curtains,
in this theatre of my soul.
With no chance to fly,
an unfortunate chrysalis I am,
metamorphosis giving new life.
To one and all I say,
pause and don’t shut your heart,
to a little girl and
listen to the silence of her soul,
asking for nothing more than a chance.
@Chitra Arun, May 2022
Categories:
arun, childhood, emotions, fate, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
The day of birth decided,
the date of Death.
In the theatre of life that unlatched,
happiness to what count
heartaches to what count to be taken,
to be scripted down on my own.
Knew this all,
spoke it all,
but the ambrosial journey that started,
now being pervaded by languor.
Due to a Gaslit Soul!
A journey of thousand miles
one step made it curtailed
Now locked in the scarred walls
Of a Gaslit Soul!
©?Chitra Arun
2023
Categories:
arun, abuse, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Half a century of ignorance
Independent?
Shall we celebrate?
Anarchy of soul destruction
Is freedom beautiful?
Shall we salute it?
Break the thread of peace
A gift brought
This bloody agate
Corrected with devotion in your sin
Look at the people
O holy world!
Categories:
arun, independence day,
Form:
Lyric
A day at the bank,
I could never forget,
With the scowl-faced monsters all around.
Am I in the prehistoric Jurassic age? I thought.
They smell the greens so well,
their ear for the tinkles so clear.
Those radiating smiles,
reflecting their urge to hunt down their prey,
those who just walked down to them unaware.
Their transition from the meek to the prowl,
and from prowl to scowl.
A day in the bank I could not forget.
@Chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, funny, humor, humorous, satire,
Form:
Free verse