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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
Ancient silence Serene banks
Ruptured only by the dancing waters
I take a dive to hide a pebble
Deep in to the heart of the river
Turn for my friends to bring it back
Drenched in the freshness
I wait and wriggle through the freshness
Ah ! the nostalgia submerged in memories
Of a time gone by yet living and calling
Come lets travel in time rejoice and revel...
SWANSH..
Copyright@30/6/2015.
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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
And I walk and walk and walk
The tenderness of my feet
Transformed in to a hard Foot Step
With the passing time and life's heat
Through the sirens and blacked out evenings
Through the bare footed run down the alleys
In the rain soaked neighborhood
With friends and brothers catching and flirting
gasping for breath flaying my hands i stood
I stood and regrouped and caught hold
Of the hands of my brother
My mentor my Guru who introduced
Me to my destiny the Alphabets
Helping to scatter the ignorance
And holding me in times of despair
The Kid who was stuttering
Was happy so by becoming
Another kid on the School's Arena
Though i was Running
Back in time Not a Man
The leaves of time remain unchanged
Only the sounds have ticked
Like I walk and I walk and I walk...
SWANSH..
Copyright@20/2/2015.
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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
Is it Babu The frail voice hummed
Were the last words of the Pillar
A pillar that rose like a phoenix
from the non existence to BE
A man of steel and of character
Made life look like a Garden
The Pillar Showed us
what it takes to provide shelter
And what it feels like to be blessed
From my time in moments of frenzy
For the remnants of tea from his office flask
To the dangling watch to get a ticket to a movie
Training me on cultivating to Harvesting And
Transforming a barren land in to a flower garden
From handing me over a Dictionary at 10
To ask me to read the newspaper at 13
From catching my fingers to teach me to walk
To teach me to garner the household requirements
From teaching me to eat my food in time
To Time my studies to match the results
From showing me the value of care
To teach me how to care for myself
That was a Pillar of substance
Today i think of yesterday
When i was Reckless and chubby
Yet somewhere down in the slate
Of my subconscious was the imprint
The indelible mark of the Pillar
Reminding me that the value of Zero
always increased besides the family
The roar of a lion which tamed us
Could only be tamed by the Time..
All this and more were behind me
To always send me signals of Time
So I Walk And I Walk And I Walk.......
SWANSH..
Copyright@2/3/2015.
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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
I walk and walk and walk
There comes a time a point
Of choice for stepping on to track
Or to continue on the path of Enlightenment
The self to open or the self to pack
With each having pots of promises
Yet Oh! The dilemma for the self
Was I a part or apart of the many
Was the time to decide
A part or apart without faith
Was said to be a faith part..
And I choose faith to open
And to walk out in the open
Part selfish part compassion
Were my tools to be sharpened
Time had its spontaneity
Tide had its Curiosity
And in between I had my duty
A duty full of Servitude
Little did matter careless attitude
The path was full of tests
Of survival and of crests
I ask myself often
How could I walk the length
Had it not been an invisible Gratitude........
And I walk And I Walk And I Walk..
SWANSH,,
Copyright@23/2/2015.
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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
I take a deep breath amid a tempest
To call it a tempest seems belittling
As I go through the storms of thoughts
To catch a word a phrase or an idea
To write something for tonight
A fraction says write about walking out of fear
Another says write about courage of a kid
And yet another asks to write about divinity
Within the layers of plasma over my open eyes
Every word fetches a different scene
Every phrase as a glimpse of an old story
Every idea as a source of inspiration
But the heart is not satiated with these all
The dancing fingers shake within
The pulsating veins speed up a bit
What am I searching for in this moment?
What can I do to repay this pious breath?
How can I repay the blessings of the moments?
Stories of my friendships and relations
Sufferings witnessed of self and others
Smiles received and caused like a dew drop
Seasons of change overcome like a river
The Magic of growth perceived off a mountain
The ancient depths of an ocean and its secrets
What and how to pen them down in few lines
Oh the passion the zeal and relentless hunger
Here I am being disposed into yet another night
The only demand of the moment being LET GO
In return of a smiling little sleep of exhilaration
SWANSH..
30/03/2016.
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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
Without the Strolls and Fun
could there be a walk through Sun!!
Wasn't the paper boats in the Rains
Stealing of fruits from the gardens
Becoming a rebellion to unleash self
Strolls of the kid in to the wilderness of the youth?
And how can the youth be Defined
Without the numbers of friends
To play and part
To partake and to sweat
In the playgrounds of the Life
Creating memories of sweet and sour
Moments and stills of Time
To be frozen for the life to rejoice
Today of yesterday is an imprint
Imbibed from the friends
Alone could I Be or Not
Home is a place to sanctity
With friends is a place to grow
Oh the Connection of Home and Friends
That made me who I am!! uniting the Ends
Those were the moments of Strolls
Filling me with the fluid of enthusiasm
And Introducing me to the Charm
Reminiscing All these and more
I walk and I walk And I walk....
SWANSH,,
Copyright@28/2/2015.
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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
I walk and Walk And Walk.
But back in time not a man
With the tiny little feet
Each shaking step into a wonder
The wonder of knowing the being
The hands spread wide
Wider open were the eyes
With a smile on my face
Some giggles thrown here and there
Wasn't i in the nth heaven
Time knew no bounds
What was he or She
What was this or that
All i enjoyed was my giggles and smiles
And the Cries of being in the center
The cry of being the cynosure
Ahh the Baby steps that i took
Aren't they the ones
I am here with myself
Oh i loved walking this little Journey
Down the memory lane.....
And I Walk And I Walk And I walk........
SWANSH..
Copyright@19/2/2015.
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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
What are miracles
Are they magic
Woven with tricks
Or are they illusions
Experienced in light and dark
I open my eyes and See
Did it ever occur to me
The ease with which
I open my eyes to see
Is it the same ease
With which they close?
I touch and feel
In myriad ways
As the world is
Did it ever occur to me
What effect my touch has
I speak words of experience
Gained through living my life
Did it ever occur to me
How i make others around
Me to experience my existence
I hear voices, noises & whispers
That bring contentment
That make me irritable
That enthuse me towards life
Did it ever occur to me
What effect my voice
Cast on my surroundings
I Feel pain or happiness
The way i perceive the world
And the way i behave
Did it ever occur to me
How i make others feel
With how i extend my life
And with my behavior
Why should i look far
For wonders of miracles
When i am already
Blessed with bundles
Of endless sources of
Miracles Within..
SWANSH..
Copyright@15/7/2015
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Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar Poem
Without the Strolls and Fun
could there be a walk through Sun!!
Wasn't the paper boats in the Rains
Stealing of fruits from the gardens
Becoming a rebellion to unleash self
Strolls of the kid in to the wilderness of the youth?
And how can the youth be Defined
Without the numbers of friends
To play and part
To partake and to sweat
In the playgrounds of the Life
Creating memories of sweet and sour
Moments and stills of Time
To be frozen for the life to rejoice
Today of yesterday is an imprint
Imbibed from the friends
Alone could I Be or Not
Home is a place to sanctity
With friends is a place to grow
Oh the Connection of Home and Friends
That made me who I am!! uniting the Ends
Those were the moments of Strolls
Filling me with the fluid of enthusiasm
And Introducing me to the Charm
Reminiscing All these and more
I walk and I walk And I walk....
SWANSH,,
Copyright@28/2/2015.
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