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Best Poems Written by Thiyagarajan Narayanan

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Eternal Symphony of Hearts

Your laughter dances like the morning breeze,
A gentle balm that heals my hidden pain.
Your touch, a summer's kiss upon the trees,
Brings life to places cold as winter's reign.

Within your gaze, a universe unfolds,
A symphony of stars that brightly gleam.
In your embrace, my weary soul finds hold,
As if the world exists within a dream.

Each whispered word ignites a tender spark,
A language only hearts in love can know.
You light my path when all around is dark,
And teach my soul the way it yearns to grow.

Forevermore, our hearts shall beat as one,
Bound by the light of love that ne’er is done.

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Set for Life, or So They Said

Gold-lined pockets, silver spoons,
Promised futures wrapped in runes.
Gilded gates and marble halls,
A name that echoes through the walls.

Yet wealth is weight, a velvet chain,
Shackled smiles, a life in vain.
For what is gained if soul is sold,
If warmth is lost to hands so cold?

Not all that glitters warms the night,
Not all who shine are bathed in light.

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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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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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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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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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Ghosts of Conquest, Roots of Rebellion

They came with flags, with fire, with steel,
Spoke of trade, yet came to steal.
Lands once free, now marked and chained,
A stranger's law, a tyrant's reign.

They mapped the sky, they named the trees,
Measured rivers, claimed the seas.
Their words replaced the native tongue,
Ancient songs left unsung.

Not just land—our minds they took,
Rewrote the past in gilded books.
Fed us myths, erased our lore,
Left us questioning once more.

But seeds remember, roots hold tight,
Through cracks, we rise, reclaim the light.
For chains can break, and minds unbend—
A story stolen finds its end.

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When rebellion arises justice takes birth

The old mother-in-law was sent away,
To an old age home without delay.
The daughter-in-law, with silent defiance,
Pushed back without uttering a grievance.

The husband, in his quest to tame,
A heart thorned with pain and blame,
Tried and failed, defeated at last,
By the weight of the past.

To shatter the deceit and face fate's cruel plan,
He turned to his sister, trusting her hand.
With strategy in mind, and revolt in his heart,
He fought back, unwilling to be torn apart.

Her face, once flushed with fiery red,
Softened into a lotus bloom instead.
In her youth, she refused to let them suffer alone,
"We’ll care for them ourselves," she firmly intoned.

The father-in-law and brother-in-law stood in place,
At the crossroads, with a smile on each face.
Justice was born that day, they thought,
And in their laughter, solace they sought.

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Eternal Reflections

If every thought could all come true,
Release your desires, start anew,
Seek the Lord in all you pursue,
Scholars and sages spoke of You.

In your rhythm's gentle sway,
Pure and whole, you find your way,
Embrace the righteous light each day,
Ever present, come what may.

An undying flame still bright,
His memory through day and night,
Carried off with winds' swift flight,
Does it linger, burning light?

Of the steadfast hero's stand,
Thoughts are fearless, heart in hand,
Fickle men may lose command,
Only dreams in memory's land.

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January's Whispers

I was born in January’s cradle,
Where the year begins anew,
Beneath the frost-veiled mornings,
And skies of brittle blue.

This month is a hymn of beginnings,
A promise carved in ice,
With dreams like stars awakening,
In a world both harsh and nice.

I love it for its courage—
The way it shakes off the past,
With winter’s breath still lingering,
Yet hope's song growing fast.

The snow falls soft, a pristine quilt,
Hiding scars the earth once bore,
It teaches us in whispers,
To rise, renew, restore.

But shadows haunt these fleeting days,
When light retreats too soon,
And the wind bites with an honesty,
That strips all warmth from noon.

January is for reckoning, resolve, and rebirth,
For long walks under naked trees,
For cups of steaming tea that soothe,
For prayers whispered on frigid breeze.

Its history is one of quiet might,
Of Janus, who sees both past and now,
A two-faced god who holds the keys,
To future’s fleeting vow.

I fear the weight of its blank slate,
The pressure of fresh starts,
But cherish the pause it grants my soul,
To mend my fractured parts.

To me, January means vision and grace,
The chance to embrace life’s fleeting pace,
The courage to shed what no longer belongs,
And find strength in winter’s resilient song.

Oh, January, my birth-month muse,
Your secrets linger in the frost’s soft hues.
You teach me to tread with steady heart,
In the year’s first light, where dreams may start.