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Kunal Rathod Poem
She's dancing in first place
Watching her makes my heart race
I love the way she sway
Even bellerina would buy a ticket
And watch her all day !
She's movin like a wind
Oh girl! I cant help
You've already put me in
For her its love in the air,
"His love" is the only thing she'ld care.
Finally she found the love of her life
Thankin me as if I was her love-story author
"No dear !! Some r just born for each other"
Sayin this...
I left keeping my head high and feet on ground,
A glass of wine is all I want with her face in background.
The only thing I want to spell
With a magic wand in my hand
"Wish we would be more tha just friends"...
Copyright © Kunal Rathod | Year Posted 2014
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Kunal Rathod Poem
THE GIRLFRIEND OF MY FRIEND
Saturday noon I drove my car to her house.
Seeing the doors open my eyebrows were all aroused.
I began to curse Jai who told me
“Samit look after my girlfriend while I’m out of town”
Damn it! Now all my weekend plan are drown.
I saw the first sight of Natasha.
She was sitting on her sofa with her legs crossed.
And a pretty little mole near the thigh exposed
Her skin was like a cream from orchids of Vanilla.
Lips that can drive madness spree in any fella.
“Hello there! When did u arrive?” mouthed she.
“Come down and help me with my sandal” asked she.
I took her softish feet in my crude hands
And haul them inside the sandal where they melt.
“Let’s go”, she stood up and said in a shot.
I followed her to my car with her range goddamn hot.
I stopped the car at the Curries restaurant.
But her thoughts in my mind still drew.
With the getting to know chit chat, yea, oh, hmm…
I thought I’m getting her bored.
She’s a kind of girl who let me down as I feel fool.
With the cool girl as that I wish I had tricks bag full.
Dropping her late night I asked if she had the good time.
With eyes looking at sandal she said that made me wakeup,
“Your friend shows he has move on after the breakup
But still didn’t forget to send the gift on my special day
Give my thanks and say the sandals are not my size”
She muttered after a teardrop rolled from her eyes.
So I’m texting you Jai…not to make her shoe size settle
But urging you to go back to make her every day SPECIAL.
-By Kunal Rathod
Copyright © Kunal Rathod | Year Posted 2015
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Kunal Rathod Poem
[Stanza: 1]
The spring break earring hitting her face.
Eyes like Cleopatra carved out of stone of grace
The Prettiest face I ever saw as my eyes were deadlock
Long legs spilling out her butt as she walk.
Devouring every man’s heart as she pass.
My first memory of her that would long last.
[Stanza: 2]
We sat on the banks of Brahmaputra.
Saw the mountains fired up north.
She hold my hand and talked about her past.
I loved her cologne which kept me waiting,
And the sweat by her neck that kept me pulsating.
Clicked some selfies through my cellular phone.
Touched her belly and thought of,
Starting the world of our own.
Brahmaputra was our home, our little rendezvous
We’re fishes of one pond baby, but I’ve somewhere to go.
Don’t drop your shoulders, this is not the final adieu.
Come close sweetie, let me kiss you.
Just a few months and we’ll be through.
[Stanza: 3]
We may try to walk on different course,
Still would end up sailing in same boat.
Even if the river meanders like a bee,
It will always reach the sea.
For months you paid no mind and turn blind eye.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs.
Beauty is a myth that lies only in the minds,
Not in face but within where no one finds.
Sadly our love ended out of the freaking blue, thereby
Give me a chance to essay a long kiss goodbye.
Copyright © Kunal Rathod | Year Posted 2016
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Kunal Rathod Poem
Hello young man! I surely have heard a lot about you.
I drove here as soon as I heard the news,
And I’ve something to say if you can excuse.
God gave a bird in my nest, we call her Steffy.
She grew up fair, slim, silent but was obtuse sometimes.
Nothing made her happier than the pair of ankle bells.
She wore it like Kumudini and let her feet dwell.
Day and night she stomped her feet until the floor sing.
Everything was fine until the tables turned and fate blink,
She lost her mother.
She needed a blanket as these winds blew chill,
A mother in her father and make her life still.
While she was sinking in the ocean like black granules,
I rafted and drown myself in my Jack Daniels.
She wore ankle bells and dance to live again.
But her efforts to take my booze away were all in vein
One day she came from the school looking for her happiness.
And she found nothing but the loneliness again.
For my booze I’d her ankle bells pawn,
Shattered by this, by morning my bird had flown.
“Steffy never mentioned about her childhood and now
I know why”, saying this young man made a way for me
So I can see her the last time.
Drenched in sorrow I move towards her coffin,
And touched her feet that where as hard as dolphin.
With the tears coming from my mangled shell,
I slowly kept inside the coffin, her pair of ankle bells…
- Kunal Rathod
A tribute to all dancers. :)
Copyright © Kunal Rathod | Year Posted 2015
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