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Bhanu Siva Krishna Poem
This poem is dedicated to all my friends,
The loyal pals who came up to me with royal relationships
who encouraged me always in my performances,songs,dramas,poems and speeches.
And particularly my schoolmates of Sentia and Silver Oaks.
Maharashtra to Melbourne.
Jaipur to Jamaica.
Jharkhand to jersey.
Himachal to Hamilton.
Lakshadweep to Lanka
Kerala to Cape town
Shimla to Sydney
Manipur to Malaysia.
Antartica to Karnataka
Andaman to aucland
Ameerpet to Antarctica
Pune to Portugal.
Sikkim to Singapore
Warangal to Washington
Andhra to Argentina
Telangana to Trafford.
Our bliss should be visible.
Our teasing should be audible.
Our way should be walk-able.
Our mistakes should be meltable.
Our sneer should be sensible.
Our intention should be amiable.
Our rhythm should be rock able.
Our fun should not be lock able.
Our harmony should be beautiful.
Hence our life should be delightful
and hope my poem will not be painful.
And it will be meaningful and this is dedicated to all my pals.
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Bhanu Siva Krishna Poem
Tamed time in my imagine store ,sky is a stage for a Drizzle Drop
Atoms pirouetting on broad high heels
Molecules are singing in mute melody
Twinkling shiny kings tend to twirl and tune like Mozarts of moon.
When I saw that marvel, my shoulders shrugged
I fetched fairly panic.
My skin got to melt sparer and leaner as my sweat
and only thing I could fit is in to a tunic.
I was curious to know the age of sky
Because it is melting much more than most of moist as rainy tears
I reason so; why is it still bearing the world in movement of misery in every crusade
And with a statement of sweet and sour sentiment it is even making me cry spicy with salty sobbing.
You may find my rain drizzle from heavens and fall woo
only to reach our soul and try to fit in our own shoe.
Every now and then my bubbly rain sleeps on sand
And it even takes part as the shade of fantasy and sad.
My rain might always has inner directed thrust
To rain down to the reign of the thirst.
While evaporation my soggy-boggy sodden rain flow high
And even, in a frown frazzled furnace of weather with thunders, he keeps on to sigh.
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One who helps each and every one
One who kills the world of Corruption
One who protects the surroundings like the Sun
One who destroys the stage of destruction, is society's son.
One who breaks down the progress of societal run
Will be never regarded as the cleverest.
If he is someone who ends the legacy of intruders and injustice
Than he will be capable of lifting the society as high as the Everest.
Being over the crust of this kind,
He should have a narrow mind.
With peaceful nature and pleasured insights
To work hard, be deligent and meticulous and achieve more heights.
Finally if his heart understands that succeeding in life is being honest,
It will be always possible for him to finish the rest at the best.
#Sonnet a 14 lines poetry
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“One can never consent to creep
When one feels an Impulse to soar”, once held by Helen.
When I desire to win Bharat Ratna, I don't want to accept failure without participating
But the politics, class discernment & dire domains won’t let me…..
I am Jayasurya a 62-year-old poet, a prodigy synthesized Limerick er
I have no pre-economic status
I am a humble, tranquil and diligent man who aspires with steam in breath
And esteem knowledge to become a poet.
I have meticulous madness over literature from the birth
And movement of misery since I landed on this earth
Seconds I’ve spent, minutes I’ve melted, years I’ve yawned without sleep
are as grim & challenging as staying still on a bicycle & being ill and can’t weep
When I was alone near the seashore, I left my emotions through Tears
When I was with my intimates, I’ve exhibited them through words
When I was in front of the crowd, I made them into a song
So finally I’ve decided to come up with an emotional elegy to my life.
Dear pillow, sorry for the Tears on behalf of my eyes
Dear brain, sorry for overloading you with ill gustoes
Dear heart, sorry for all the disheartening dire damages
Dear Globe, remorseful in advance as I will shrug and shiver you.
My dear rain I love walking with you
Because no one would know that I’m crying except you
My kind sun I love running under you
So my Tears would dry up soon.
As I corralled in my dairy earlier "A poet is a sapient of notions,
and a serpent to perform miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison
and success in every session" isn’t true for me now.
My piety lord “Where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death nays?
Where to live in this immoral place?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”
Blanket of dreams on my way
Bottle of tears to accompany my stay
Blazers are burning and blistering over my heart
As bad as beasts and bison running to stab me with a desolated dart
My lacerate was coated up with lyrics of treble waves
My skin was synthesized with sizzling stanzas
Daylight and dimness, dusk and dawn made me sleepless,
By chance if I fall asleep poems appear in my dreams.
Even If the public is not interested to know
I want to say and make them obey that,
I don’t take what I get
Indeed I will only take that I need
My glory may rise and fall
A bad war at a bad place in the worst world
In this modern era, participating in hard times is like being in a war
I win or lose, I am the king.
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Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a sequel of alacrity or prolongation
But best before this is a celluloid and my heart and art collaboration.
In this poem “I or me” signify tears
Tears personify her expressions and emotions
Read this and know the life legacy of tears with concentration
And finally your fur, fleece and fuzz stand erect in attention.
Tears personify, I am compacted in stars
I am compressed between hurdles and wars
I am combusted on scorches
I am confided from Ishtar torches.
Tears epitomize, eternal bone of mine is an ominous emotion.
The Sagaras; Sarpada, Satluj shaded a challenge to my dire destination.
That one eve ever the fever of cleavers cannot catch up with me.
And the damp humidity of drought could not cope up with me.
Tears embody, I float on the branches of poignant army
I flood around the builds of happiness
I reach the borders of hell-heeled layers
And I roof down the clouds to my feet and make them rain prayers
Tears swank ,When my real steel sizzled atoms of blood,
Come together to conjure a flood.
The heated ink of emotions ignites to molt the black clouds
And let me visualize in which eve shall it swounds.
Tears exemplify, my liberty leads the immense flame in the hands of torch bearer
My prodigy evokes the waves hard under visions of volcanoes
The lust of my silvered glory was inspired from the shiny heavenly threads of feudal dart.
And the symptom of my introduction will be the rise of a burning heart.
God of hostility typify: Convinced that the fever of lava can't cope up with me
And the humidity of drought can"t hope up the level with me
In such a water working poem this is the conclusion
That even the pacific evaporate when my eternal strength feel thirsty after a tear solidification.
And now the spirits incarnate, my iron lungs had oxidized with the bitter-sour chilled water
after reading it and they crackled their internal matter into ignitious crater.
And now I will come to compete with and complete the legacy BOT(Bottle of Tears)
In the new form and with new fire firmed eyes to show you the third part “Kingdom for Disarmament of Tears ”.
4/14/2016
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A freedom is an epic.
Indian’s freedom is a splendid superior spectacle.
The common idea of million minds
And the common battle for billion hearts.
More than trillion cones turned to craft few patriotic arts.
The voice of millions of hearts
and the general target of billions of long darts,
Is to sizzle, stride and strike on British rule.
The Indian soldiers are much more than the most as massive
To collapse the fire fences and even set to die hard as leopard and be impressive.
Freedom fighters and soldiers work pronounces worth and delights
And their prodigy proves they are stubborn from dooms day till twilight.
The freedom they gained for us is a conflicting combustion.
Freedom is a noble construction.
Freedom is a hearty creation
Freedom is a worthy cognition.
Mahatma's values on peace and Nehru’s principles
made India Globalized, Modernized and Civilised.
Freedom is what we all should be proud of and lend our hand for nations progress.
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He had sleepless dreams ....
Admiring trillions of Indians, he rose like a rose with colours of valour
Born in Rameshwaram village, to Jainulabdeen a poor boat owner.
Dreamt of changing the world with his venerated ardour
Using reason, motivation, intention and fervour
Learning and teaching he spent his life to see country grow.
Kindness and benevolence he revered,
And hunted time to spend his last breath teaching -
Lived with sincerity,
Admired by everyone and now
Mother India has graved this flying passion in her womb.
I aim to fulfil Dr. A.P.J .Abdul Kalam’s visions for India.
He aspired to see Knowledgeable India with research and development involved,
He respired to remove unemployment and poverty,
He never despaired while struggling by seeing the rock walls and external constraints.
First to see an educated and knowledgeable India
I would promote global awareness for funds in education in India
I would bring out interest from the international private and public enterprises
To train the poor students of India for future recruitment.
The future of the country witnesses the growth from its classrooms
Because the students and youth of today are the future citizens for the country
And the nation depends on their activities and efforts
The methods of producing and receiving of education should change a lot
The teaching methodology as well as lecturing should change
The knowledge must be given along with the character
And should believe in ‘Character first- Competence next’, as my school taught me
Because most of the educated people may become intruders, criminals and terrorists.
The mass of the illiterate India should become ‘I’ll literate India’.
For that the services given by the government institutes to the poor should develop
Even though the faculty is well trained and professional
But the infrastructure is not as required
The toilets are not well maintained
And students face an uncomfortable issue with the ill-maintained bathrooms
The food they provide during mid-day meals is not hygienic at few places
The rooftops over few classrooms are not well constructed and may lead to danger.
All teachers have to make their students true patriots
As well as unique thinkers but not mugging machines
Even housewives can educate her children with morals
Even old aged people would train youngsters by acknowledging them about the customs and culture.
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Bro, am meeting a guy regularly
He is generous
Admirable and
Not only that
Understanding and caring too
Smart and genuine
Interesting character
Very honest and humble
Aspiring and inspiring
Kindness is what he was synthesized of
Richness is in his heart
I think even I love him
Shyness stopped me from proposing him till now
Hope you'll accept our love
Never he would leave me alone, its my certitude
And, and and his name is the first letter of each line
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I am so young,
For the song I sung.
I am so old,
For my jewels of gold.
A poet is a peppermint of ideas,
And a serpent of mistakes.
They release poems as poison.
And success in every session.
They show they are brilliant.
And there thoughts are very resilient.
When they lose their clarity,
They will get close to confusion.
If they sacrifice any sentence,
It means that they are on the spiky road of failure.
Every line travel’s as a bullet,
Into a poetry wallet.
Midnight misery is not a moonwalk.
But a dream of a spiritual sleep ways to a marathon run.
The talent of tears,
Can be shown when it is thirsty.
Walking on the shadows,
Is lamenting on the shade of windows.
Crying in the taros,
Is rebelling with zeros.
The death day of stage fear,
Turns as the birthday of success.
Smell of hibiscus,
Is like a day with success.
Cyclone doesn’t occur in a swimming pool.
But a heart sizzling sentence occurs rarely in BSK’s poems.
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"A poet is a sapient of notions,
And a serpent wrapped up in miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison.
And success in every session".
I heard but it’s not true for me.
God “where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death finales?
Where to live in this immoral place?
Why should I survive on this Immortal maze?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”
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