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Best Poems Written by Thiyagarajan Narayanan

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My Silence

In realms of understanding, sorrows intertwined,
Expressed through eloquent grief, a voice confined,
Words fall short, unable to unveil the soul's design,
A silent turmoil within, a tale of its own kind.

Suppressing emotions, a way of life we've embraced,
Words lost in the labyrinth, sentiments left encased,
Dreams and duties, in life's intricate space,
Words fail to capture, time's swift, elusive chase.

Despite endless words, comprehension eludes their grasp,
A silence profound, in the heart's hidden clasp,
What meaning lies in the words they clasp,
A detachment born of indifference, a wordless rasp.

Unearthing hidden truths, an art we strive to hone,
Those who cannot read my eyes, alone,
I beseech you, let my silence be my own,
Only translate my silence into words, if it's known

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Verses of Love: a Father's Guiding Light

In life's tempestuous sea, a daughter finds her guide,
Her father's love, a beacon strong, unwavering by her side.

Through verses of poetic grace, he weaves a shelter true,
In every word, a refuge built, her strength to see her through.

The storms of life may rage, and hardships come her way,
But in his lines, a harbor waits, where her heart finds its stay.

With ink and tender words, he pens a tale of love,
A father's boundless care, a gift from God above.

In every verse, a lifeline cast, to pull her from despair,
A lifeline woven from his heart, to show how much he cares.

For a father's love on poetry's page, and in life's struggle's art,
Is a bond that's everlasting, a flame within the heart.

Though challenges may test her, and trials may arise,
Her father's love, a constant stream, a light in her dark skies.

Through verses and through hardships, she'll navigate the strife,
With the love he penned in poetry, she'll find her way in life.

For in a father's love, so deep and pure, a daughter finds her grace,
A refuge in his verses, a shelter in life's race.

No matter what may come her way, his words will always stand,
Guiding her through poetry and life, with love's unwavering hand.

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One Minute Silent Please

Within the labyrinth of my thoughts,
Raging tempests of anger brew,
Words, like arrows, pierce my heart,
Yet, a mountain's calm, I shall pursue.

Like a mountain, I'll stand tall,
Unwavering, joy shall be my guide,
Eternal strength within my soul,
Through failures and pains, I'll bide.

Thorns of disappointment may sting,
Deep within my chest, they'll cling,
But my heart will not falter or fall,
With steadfast resolve, I'll heed the call.

In the labyrinth of doubts, I tread,
Fading memories of glory, I've shed,
But in truth, my heart shall reside,
Deception-free, with unwavering stride.

In just a minute, I'll find my peace,
A moment of serenity, my thoughts will release,
Your wisdom, profound and pure,
Shall guide me to a tranquil allure

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Let's Go On the Way

In the sky, the Koel sings its tune,
Upon the tamarind tree, the parrot croons.
Upon the bamboo, where the wind does play,
Blossomed brightly, the jasmine on display.

A procession of words, I now unfold,
The jasmine, the topic of stories old.
The first to flourish, no doubt in my mind,
Proclaimed with laughter, the jasmine we find.

Words spoken, as they are told,
With tender care, the jasmine unfolds.
For years three, it did grow with grace,
Even the fingertips of the cuckoo did embrace.

O, Divine One!
What do you reveal, we inquire,
As the jasmine sheds a tear, its desire.
In front of the jasmine, a quest to aspire,
The Creator stood, an answered prayer.

You must reach higher, it said with grace,
To taste the nectar of success in your embrace.
Swiftly, I'll carry you, the journey's begun,
I'll nurture your dreams, as many as the sun.

You forgot me, yet here you stand,
Today, the truth you understand.
Without knowing the past, you've found,
The name of the one who has left the ground.

Swiftly plucked by the jasmine's hand,
Before the first note, it couldn't withstand.
The jasmine sways, in its pride it stands,
A lesson for all, as they clasp their hands.

The cuckoo sang, embracing the sky,
With reverence and worship, let us comply.
To those who whisper, who dare to pry,
In full devotion, to the Divine we cry.

No one truly knows,
The depth of life, it never shows.
It's through learning that one truly grows,
The wise among us, who heaven best

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Navarathri

In the heart of autumn's grace, we find,
A festival of colors, radiant and kind.
Navaratri, the nine nights of delight,
Where we celebrate, with all our might.

Goddess Saraswathi, she takes her throne,
With her veena's song, wisdom's own.
A river of knowledge, in her divine form,
With a gentle smile, she does transform.

Her blessings pour, like a monsoon rain,
Filling our minds, dispelling all pain.
In books and in arts, we find our muse,
With her guidance, we never lose.

Saraswathi's grace, a celestial embrace,
Her wisdom and knowledge, we seek to chase.
In the world of letters, she's the queen,
In her presence, we find the unseen.

The air hums with chants, the incense swirls,
As we offer our devotion, our spirits unfurl.
Nine nights of worship, devotion pure,
In her name, our hearts find the cure.

Navaratri's magic, a tapestry of light,
A celebration of knowledge, shining bright.
In the goddess of wisdom, we find our way,
On this special festival, we joyfully sway.

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Divine Grace: the Almighty and the Poor

In heavens high, the Almighty reigns with might,
A cosmic symphony, a boundless, radiant light.

Yet far below, in shadows, cold and poor,
The weary souls seek grace, on distant shore.

The rich celestial realms, a world apart,
Their bounty fills the skies, igniting every heart.

While poverty's embrace, a somber, daunting shroud,
A humble plea for help, to pierce the heavy cloud.

But in this grand design, where disparities reside,
Hope springs eternal, love's compassion as our guide.

For even in the depths of pauper's simple plea,
The Almighty's grace and mercy set the spirit free.