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Spring

Flower buds bloom,
Rain showers quench their thirst,
They begin life anew.

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I'M Mad, I'M Sad

When I'm Mad,
I'm Sad,
It doesn't make any sense.
The frustration is unbearable.
The temptation to crumple other people grows.
I feel to kick trees, which angers me because nature is my friend.
I feel to punch walls, which in the end, pains my hands.
I feel to throw down glass, smashing it into bits.
And I feel to fling dishes at the wall.
But, then I have to clean it up, after it all.
I feel like throwing insults and spitting in peoples' face,
When I really didn't mean it in the first place.
I feel like slitting the sofas,
And drilling holes in the chairs,
And then I just feel  like yanking out my hair!
But all of the hurt goes to me and I can't share.
And when I'm done, I cry,
A stream drifting and flowing through my eyes.
When I'm Mad, 
I'm Sad,
And it doesn't make any sense!

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Rainy Day

What would you do on a rainy day?
Rain patters quietly on my window.
I briskly walked to my room,
And sat on my little, nice windowsill chair.
It's quiet and peaceful and I think.
I look at my deepest thoughts,
And realize my inner feelings,
I start to chant hymns and jump in my bed.
I felt softness across my face,
Like sun kissed breeze blowing through  my golden hair,
And the wind  whistling in my ear.
The moon and the stars came and embraced me.
A rhythm of sweet birds chirping and a beautiful song dawdled inside of me.
I close my eyes and experience something unexplainable and unimaginable.
I am speechless.
Is this a dream?
What intoxication is this?
As I gazed at the mirror,
I saw my beauty, not on the outside, but on the inside.
And a twinkle lit up my eyes.
I blushed and lowered my gaze.
My lips are wet and quenched.
Though I seem small, I take on the world,
Overcome by love and I win every time.
I triumph.
Pit, Patter Patt, 
Droplets  of misty rainwater
Falls like snowflakes in summer,
It gives me a dazzling sparkle.
The flowers are singing like in the Spring equinox.
What would you do on a rainy day?

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A Dreamy Night

I sit on the clouds, 
Just ahead blooms the moon,
The trees are tilted,
I listen to the wind's sweet tune.
A sparkling blue veil sweeps over the horizon.
The dazzling white, beauty of the moon,
Her elegant self,
Finds a soothing spot in the skies to reside in.
I Listen to the lullaby of the soft, sleepy night air.
The tide sings kind songs,
And glimmers in the sparkly moonlight.
I close my eyes, my hair blows through the breeze.
I lay down with ease.
It's a mystery,
I wonder and wonder of this dreamy night,
And as I wonder, the stars, smile at me!

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A Fallen Snowflake

I looked out my window, on one December night, and I decided to let myself Go 
on such a magical flight.
 I saw the snow spread a soft blanket upon the ground.
 It was quiet, divine, cool, sweet and sound.
 But then I looked closely at one little snowflake.
 Many nice memories it did recall, I remember, it was the good times in the 
Family during winter and all.
 I remember sledding down the snow, on something not quite a sled, though. I 
remember the laughs and the uttermost fun that I had, and the trips, and The 
falls and the coldness that made me mad.
 But then the snowflake that had fallen tore apart and I was heart-broken 
Because it stripped in two parts.
 For the same happened to me, my family tore apart, with the death of my Father 
and all, it left me with a broken heart.
 And now when I look at the snow, I feel bitter and cold.
 For I once thought that the fallen snowflakes were something for my poor 
Heart to hold.
 For I once thought that the snow was true, pure gold.

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Death Strikes

Death Strikes 

There is was, as far as I could see,
The deathly sight that would horrify many for all of eternity.
From the dark corner of the room stood a weeping mother, moping with gloom,
For her only child was swallowed up by a balloon, flailing her arms in futile desperation, 
While her mother could only stare and stand,
Waiting. 

I could hear the child’s screams fading into gasps,
With pain so tangible that you could grasp.
I could see the fear, brimming to the top of her eyes,
While her mother stood alone and afraid as she cried.

I could hear the child’s heartbeat slowing to a stop,
And I heard her mother’s poor wailing heart drop.
The tension in the air ceased,
But the mother could not help but be weak,
As no one––not me, not anyone else––could have prevented such as catastrophe.

And as I stood there, 
Recollecting these thoughts, 
I saw the awful turmoil that death has wrought. 

By Karishma Devika Kumar
November 8th, 2009

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What Am I?

I am story,
Unwritten,
Unpredictable,
And taking unexpected twists and turns in copious directions.
I can be anything––ambiguous, dark, enigmatic, complex or blithe, loving, gregarious and 
simple.
I stand alone, yet I am strong. 
I am multifaceted,
I exhibit many different colors.
I am beauty, in essence, whether concealed or revealed.
Its pages unfold my feelings, my thoughts, my life.
The words spell out my destiny.
I am poetry and song, 
Ever-changing and elusively emotional.
The quill is my passion, my flare, my skills, my weapon with which I wield to write my story in 
undaunted, unrestricted, unique perfection,
Like a masterful artist painting a painting though she may have to start over multiple times to 
correct her mistakes. 
My life is a candle, slowly but surely burning, yet flickering in the wind.
It lights the way to my story,
It is a guide from within.
I am a writer, unique from any other, but fall prey to writer’s block;
I can get into predicaments and rough spots along the way.
I am what I am,
Unlike any other.

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Mommies and Daddies

Mommies are the best things,
My Mommy is my friend.
Mommy makes me smile,
Mommy knows what I want and when to get it before I go wild.
Mommy gives me tender, love and care.
Mommy can be mean at times but I why...
She wants the best and only the best for me...
No need to ask her why.

Daddies are the best things,
My Daddy is the man.
Daddy is the fun guy,
Spending time with him is definitely worthwhile.
Daddy is my greatest joy in life.
Daddy can be mean at times but I know why...
He works really hard and tries to show me that to get something in life I must 
Strive.
I love my Mommy and my Daddy!

 Written for My younger brother(7 years old), Krishen Kumar.

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The Rainy Night

The summer rain is soft and cool.
All the trees are waving with rebirth.
The summer rain has quenched their thirst.
The rain has cleared the night sky,
And left the stars shining just bright,
And everything just right.
I wonder about this rainy night.

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Alone Into Another World

I love to go outside alone,
Into another peaceful world, of my own.
The sky is azure blue,
And the sunset is beautiful too.
The mountains are velvet,
And water is lapping in a stream,
And the bird sings its song gleefully.
The blue veil swept over the horizon, 
And dances across the quiet sky.
The beautiful birds flutter by.
The clouds are puffy and fill with zeal.
The wind rustles the delicate leaves,
From the lush green, white, and pinkish velvet trees,
And fly away with the colors of the wind.
The flowers are blooming and the baby bud blossoms,
And awaken to a new life.
The breeze blows softly, 
And I lay down under a tree,
Thinking peacefully in this perfect little world of my Own.