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Bharath Kumar Poem
A traditional girl says,
A girl looks beautiful without applying cosmetics.
It is her natural beauty and it is the one which lasts long.
Traditional girl is a beautiful soul.
She is an embodiment of life values and ethics.
We are natural not artificial.
A modern girl says,
A girl looks gorgeous applying cosmetics.
Cosmetics enhances her beauty and all fall for her.
Modern girl is an attractive soul.
She is an embodiment of style and charm.
She is an inspiration for all aspiring beauties.
We are stylish not vapid.
Copyright © Bharath Kumar | Year Posted 2020
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Bharath Kumar Poem
A thousand wishes propel out of your eyes
Oblivion is the mysterious place where it goes
Your lips do not vibrate to eject words
But gets zipped to suffer like silent birds
Your mind is a labyrinth of thoughts
Some of them rendered you sleepless nights
Your sensitive heart brimmed pure love
Sometimes they got punished for being naive
Every cell in your body sprays serene juice
Your whole existence is a colossal sacrifice
Your positive vibe can ensnare anyone
Your existence can replace the addictive smartphone
You smiled enamoured by the silent breeze
You can steal hearts with your killer gaze
Your expressions can discern your inner feelings
Your innocent look has no endings
Copyright © Bharath Kumar | Year Posted 2021
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Bharath Kumar Poem
My girlfriend invited me to attend her birthday party
With full joy , I dressed up smartly .
I was over the moon thinking , my girlfriend would propose me.
I had a strong opinion that she will unveil our love in front of others.
I was pretty excited and I attended the party.
She was wearing a green gown and was looking gorgeous
Seemed like a beautiful peacock had made its presence felt
She gave a beautiful smile and gave a warm hug.
I was just a step behind entering heaven.
She cut the cake with her delicate hands glorifying her birthday party.
I was behind her waiting with a bated breath for her proposal.
Seemed like she was in a paradise enjoying the day.
She started dancing in an insane way.
In the process her sandals tore and she asked me to fix it
I obliged her order with a smily face.
She called a guy on stage, picked up a mic.
In front of everyone he proposed her.
Can you believe it she blushed and accepted his proposal.
Both of them hugged and kissed each other.
She asked me to take a snap of them kissing each other.
My heart was broken, my dreams shattered.
Tears of pain and embarrassment rolled down my cheeks.
I couldn't stay there for a second and retreated the place.
My heart beat rose to a crescendo.
My first love perhaps last ended in an abrupt tragedy.
Copyright © Bharath Kumar | Year Posted 2019
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Bharath Kumar Poem
We are in a business of vanity
All want to make their voice heard.
No one wants to listen, everyone wants to talk
Listening is a great skill which we are lacking,
We are delusional, thinking that talking can fetch everything
in life.
Many with their eloquence, try to mask their mistakes.
Like an eclipse which obfuscates the sun.,
We are trying to obfuscate others through our talks.
Many think, talking incessantly would glorify their personality,
It would only make sense , if they talk something sensible.
Listening to others, respecting others is imperative.
If you don't listen to others, no one will listen to you.
If you keep on speaking without allowing others to speak, no one will be around you to speak.
Copyright © Bharath Kumar | Year Posted 2019
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Bharath Kumar Poem
My heartbeat rose to your arrival
It regulates itself for it's survival
Your sweet talks flows like a river to my heart
It energizes and heals my broken heart
Life is devoid of love without you
I am still alive breathing only for you
Without love anyone's life can be a living hell
That constantly craves to ring the love bell
I want to get lost in your love symphonies
So that everyday I can organize your love ceremonies
When the cruel force called pain stings me
I call you instantly to save me
'You are mine', it is my declaration to God
No one can reject it, not even your Dad.
I walked through miseries of life
Hoping that one day you will become my wife
A barrage of negative thoughts cannot shake me
As long as you are present with me.
Your presence indeed fills me with courage
That allows me to battle through any stage
God has already written a manuscript
It is none other than our famous love script
Hard days are manufactured to test us
We go through all and no one can stop us
I don't understand why I turned poetic
To possess you, it is not a form of tactic
You are a remote controller to my movements
I can live through any predicaments.
My mind has captured your face through the eye camera
You are going to be eternal there my love Sara.
Copyright © Bharath Kumar | Year Posted 2020
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