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Kunal Arora Poem
The connotation of words is what determines the outcome of:
Walking into a dark alley at midnight
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Observing the Eastern sky, over breakfast, waiting for sunlight
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Sacrificing time to pray in a certain direction five times a day
or
Relentlessly searching for a constant source of motiviation.
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Kunal Arora Poem
Rap is quick, witty and fun.
Poetry is smooth, rhythmic and heartfelt.
Rap and poetry had a love child.
A daughter, named Spoken Word.
She grew to maintain the better characteristics of her parents;
From Rap, she took freestyle, freedom, and grass roots movement.
From Poetry, she took imagery, theme, and voice.
Together, all three, as common forms of expression,
spread to every rapper, poet and storyteller in the world.
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Kunal Arora Poem
He said "Tell me young man, what is your plan to succeed in life?"
I replied, "Success is ambiguous. However, my pen suggests I should look into writing."
He rubbed his chin. "So you have an addiction to writing silly fiction?"
Silly fiction? "Okay, Mr. Critic, it's much more than just silly fiction. Writing gives you wings to fly."
"Is that so?" He seemed satisfied, "So I cannot scare you into considering a real career."
I replied, "This 'real career' let's me touch reality in ways that ordinary men will never feel. This occupation requires imagination, which will take me to places unimaginable."
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Kunal Arora Poem
She cajoles my soul without the need for a comfirming hold.
Our conversations are intelligently, respectfully, and seductively full of eloquence.
Her soul fits my mind's definition of sexy.
Her lips recite the language of sweet licorice.
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She is a black hole, an abyss,
cutting down all men in
Her path.
A tease, a tramp, a tremor - he restrains
himself from saying
"Your father failed to parent you."
None is the amount of respect
she displays;
Anything to distract or disrupt another, she does.
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Kunal Arora Poem
I lay back, staring at the distinctive clouds from the grass,
surveying the forgotten water droplets that clump and pass.
I am wearing a coat to pacify myself from the cold,
as I reach towards the sky and mas the clouds to my hold.
I love to sit in the breezy Autumn night and do not mind the chill,
because as I remain unmoved, the clouds crawl by, never remaining still.
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