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Best Poems Written by Chathurya Gurugoda

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The Hardest Thing To Do

What may be the hardest thing 
Once thinks a human being
We people do many things
Through nonstop thinking and thinking

“It is hard to ride my  new bicycle”
Said a  kid with his little tricycle
Oh..no my dear boy you insensible
One day you could, said  his gifted uncle

“I hardly can forget my past memories full of sadness”
It was a soldier lost everything through the war; ruthless 
But, close  was a stunning maiden shaped out of happiness
Her hands with a key were  caressing  his  arms of roughness

Man can’t fly although a bird do 
People said, watching what Wright brothers do
Today we all fly in a machine so,
It was hard , Yes; but not anymore

So, what could be the hardest thing, out of all
We stay thinking and thinking, no end at all
When something seems ‘the hardest’  we could think of
Another drudgery suddenly comes in front of

If you want to know, what I think as the hardest doing
It is exactly the opposite of what you are just doing
Have you ever tried to ‘be thinking of nothing’
Yeah..it’s the hardest as you are thinking to ‘be without thinking.’




13/8/2021

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One Dream; Two Realities

Each and every junction of a big city were blooding
Along with the relatives in dirty dark cabins
There was no age limit for the melancholic sobbing
Calling their lost friends, parents and cousins

They had lost  their sleep-in-calm
Those innocent people were in coral
Fathers with fearless hearts were holding hard
Cuddling the soft cheeks of  their little babes in arms

The Goddess of Dreams may had changed her scheduled  task
It was late that night for her to scatter her pretty sham
Orr…maybe it was not her that time who spread that  charm
I mean how two neighbours had that exact same mirage

“An unchanging and distant friend was the title role of those two dreams
He was inviting them to visit his city with all  of their family siblings 
He brought them tickets and all they need, to run this as a safe proceed
But no one saw the names on tickets, which tell the place they ready for stepping”

One got up early, hearing the sounds of bombings far
‘What’s the meaning of that dream last night? ‘ he thought much hard
He struggled a lot that day, to find out on his dreamed pal
That’s when it came like a shot, ‘your pal died’  last night in sharp

The other dreamer was quite different, he never went to its reference
He shaped his dream to the shape he wants, adding his family’s future thoughts
He started to find and earn and save, every coin he can honestly take
The bombings near his own doorway, he thought ‘at least I have to assay’

Nearly a year had passed since that story’s days
Their city was still burning with rude and  pains
What about those two dreamers who lived in close alleys?
Oh…after that miracle dream, they chose two different ways

That first guy lived a useless life, always scared for a bad sign
He totally believed he got that ticket, he found which came from the land of wickeds
Each and every time he heard, a bomb explodes in a nearby sward
He uttered himself that he’s not ready, oh God keep me steady

The second dreamer was now more happy, he taught his kids to come to daddy
He knew that the future is not yet made, but he believed  that dream was his aid
He thanked God for giving him strength, to live one more day when every day ends
Now he lives in another city in peace, when his hometown exploded like molten cheese

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I'M Tired

Every morning we start to run
We feel tired of course, but son
No way to stop, Why? Others will pass us
So we run; run and run and run
From morning till night, every day
Is this a never-ending game by the way?




30/8/2021
Bite size poem no.19 contest

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My Dear Teacher,,,

Almost every day- all these years
It was so rare that I missed your morning figure
I’m so grateful to have you in here
In my school, in my heart, in my life sphere

Not from a book but from the heart
A great teacher always starts
And here I am, cheering hard
Without a doubt, you made that mark


The Moon; doing her duties for millions of years
At dusk, her caring eyes seek for all daylight winners 
Last night her sacred dew, touched the soft cheeks of flowers
Gave them courage to bloom and smile, to whisper the spells “A world of better”

One flower changed a broken man
Another cared for some little lads
Her tears dropped onto the next day champs
Here’s the story I saw in your years of clash!

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A Letter To My Future Self

I’m writing this note 
         while lady Pine sings her sweetest songs
I’m not totally sure about 
          to whom I’m writing this, my future thoughts

You can be anyone, a better man
          Or even a murderer; how could I know
It is not my duty to choose
          But I can follow any path for you, to glow

I don’t care who you are
           B'cause I’m sure you’re not so bad and cold
With you, I have many works to do
            But still, they are only dreams, not true

Do..do you want to change this world
                  To a place with only love and good?
And to fly in the sky, to dive with mermaids
                  In a world of free, not wild and rude

It doesn’t matter, the day you read my note
                  It may be twenty, or even more years from now
You have to say "I do"  to the questions I wrote
                  B'cause just now you gave me that unbreakable vow

When you fulfilled that promise one day
                 I will be there with you to make easier, your way
When that day arrived, without any delay
                 The lady Pine said me, her melody will help us in some way

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Thoughts of a Prisoner

Rays of moon are no longer a light
To me, it reminds for what I was bright
For me it feel the worst of all my banish
At least my bars treat me well -  not as me rubbish.

How I went through the backdoors of  huge mansions at nights
Oh god, I looked inside!, is what I recall from this lights
Although they say it is full days, that I am deserved to be punished
Truth is this night with the moon in that sky - which really makes me vanished.

Although I tested my skills ,with the men who had more  cash to move
I never thought to hurt,  the lambs  who try the everyday mooch 
So why every nights? , you hunt me with your  virgin troop
Oh..Artemis!  Let me rest with my eyes shut down - so no more rays go through

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Lords' Gathering In Covid Pandemic

The mailer is telling you the story...

''Today in my huge mansion
There’s going to have a deep discussion
By Sir of  South region
This note is to you, Lord Western''

"About what this is going to be, minion"
When I offer the note, asked Lord western
"I’m not sure, but about the prevailing situation
Many Lords are yet to invite, in addition"

We were messed up fully that day
Lords are  meeting to save our day
Chefs in the kitchen are making, no stay
Maids are carpeting the guest on their way

They sat down around the table in hall
Lord western, eastern and more were in whole
We people were peeping and amazed so long
B’cause no one uttered a word at all

"Why is the lady of all north in her party frock
May be she  had received the note on spot"
"What parties out there in these days of covid?"
That was a mumbling part of the  servants’  dialogue

All of the Lords, wearing masks and shields
It seems like the worriers  of the battle fields
Yeah of course, but there’s a difference indeed
We see the brave faces of worriers, but none of these

"Boys and girls and maids of the house
You can go and shut doors of the hall  for now
My mailer, you take them away; and close the doors"
That was an order of my Lord, like a shot

"Yes, sir" said I, without any second of lateness
And  then made others to move away from the master’s chamber
That’s when I heard the spoofy voice of Lady Northeness
“God..now I can feel  the taste of  festivity, without any awful diseases”

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Stalemate Is Worthy

Our life is a chess game
              If your king’s dying,
Don’t be checkmate
              But try for a stalemate





Bite size poem no.20
6/09/2021

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Journey

This is your life journey 
Not always full of cheery
But of course not much bloody
Sometimes you’ll make it correct totally
But sorry! Maybe for once you’ll end up feeling jelly
Oh, no! Are you afraid? Pleading for mercy?
Don’t be my pal; make it right, if it’s easy
Although you can’t, keep in your mind ‘not to worry’
Don’t run backwards, like a fool my crony
Any of us are not totally pure, fulled or shiny
So move on, always think yourself worthy
I’m sure it will be looking for you dearly
That’s it my friend, let it be your Destiny!

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Everyday Odyssey

Amazing!
With rain
It comes down
Softly touches greeny leaves
Asks them, want some help?
Goes through roots, veins and up

Sun rises beyond the hill, looks down
sees this shiny, little gentleman,
smiling at him; hurry
Take him up
Droplets’ journey
Ends!


18/8/2021
'Merse' poetry contest