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Km Siddarth Poem
poor pity solider
Eager to loose his horrific sight
Though his hope is sweating blood to seek the light
Light that helps him fight, light that kept him tight inside
The light that provides him the moon sight
With his kin at his side.
As candle lit in the sky
White foam starts to clear the sight
He strained his eyes, the eyes
Which saw his captain die
The eyes
Which saw his flesh getting apart from his thigh
The Arm which cries
Leaving Salty red drops to fly to die,
The cruel arm wearing arrogant on
Letting himself cry on and on
Whereas his wingless tears crawling to make him strive
So that they won’t die
Hanging on the prow, thinking about gone
His beats are down.
Secreting red ink On
On the white wall
Having blue patches
Where ever his eyes went on
He became loon for a moment
So loon that even his death would laugh on what he said
“Ho! It feels so fresh between the ice
The ice receiving my live sacrifice
It’s the best place to die, where the dead shell don’t receive file’s”
The ice splits into two, two into three, three into four
As the sharp east orange swords rise and strokes
Thinking about the silent music is his only hope
Which is in the icy slope
He start’s to remember his past, when he chased his children back
“I’m going to get you” he silently says
Pearls from his eyes came again.
The poor solider came out of loop of his past
He sees his Venus at nine, “come to me “she said
Sitting on the air,
And children playing with her hair
The old soldier comes in the form and made
His shoulders move along.
It was just useless as he couldn’t bear his flesh
Coming out, out of his chest, out of his thigh
out of every where in his sight
“It’s the best place to die where no one can cry
I cry for myself, I give my own eulogy
About this tragedy with little sprinkle of comedy”
He prayed for his own funeral
He was the only ruler, only citizen, the only joker of the icy town
With the dead audience all around
He took his last breath
Went to an endless trip
His eager to lose his horrific sight was satisfied
And his blood came out of his hair to close his eyes.
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Km Siddarth Poem
Travelling back in time
seeing dead alive
rejoicing those wonderful moments again and again
until the colossal wreak of my pain
but suddenly everything turns dark
painful dogs starts to bark
filthy shadow came alive
my dark times showed up live
they made me fight
with my own painful sights
cutting the strings of happy kites
until I loose hope towards the way of light.
flashing again and again
until no tears were left to cry
only remnants of blood remained
to come through my eyes
I started to regret
Why I chose to sleep
Suddenly someone starts to peep
Peep in my ear,
some one i love
a sound came Desperately calling for me
which made me strive
Strive to live, strive to smile
At last I got up from my bed
from Travelling back in time
And started to feel myself alive
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Km Siddarth Poem
look at those pure black flame
silently flirting with the intangible air
swinging around the ear
as if they were making her lips the aim
and there it falls again
a free feather dancing in air
and i asked myself
again and again,
am i worthy to make her my mate.
and she takes another step
and her eyes looked upon me
a one time feeling
though it occurred many times with me
ho! those flickering eyes, purely reflected me
telling me again and again
your not supposed to know how i feel?
her eyebrows fell down pampering the lower lid
protected by the bordered rune
with color of a night without the moon
and i asked my self again and again
am i worthy enough to make her my mate
i tried to reach near her
but, bloody shy of mine stopped me
thinking about possibilities before entering the battlefield
was the only good strategy
suddenly
a man with a utmost grace
countered me,
i bought my scowl look, as his shoulder touched my cheek
but it started to contract, as he was a gentlemen
whom, i was not worthy to speak
but my heart dropped, when i realized
his path was towards the rose, whom i seen
and i said to my self again and again
i am not worthy to make her my mate
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Km Siddarth Poem
was it or it was
too dreamy to say
when my explorer(mom) kept her eyes shut
letting her classic music to take over
I jumped beside her
jump of fear, jumped to disturb
disturb her silence, disturb her peace
peace of her face, quietness of her life
she opened her eyes, with a dim shy
long long jump
jump of decades, jump of a child
who lost his leg in the social trap
gulped the job, puked the notes
what to do, not the one to choose
all of a sudden, old had life
success, success of gain
gain of lost
loss of heart
the silent shutter stretched like a bow
her eyes narrowed like a river flow
joy of attainment, joy of peace
did she found something?
something lost,
something she starved for
the flow of satisfaction, i couldn't bare
'my roles over, over this pity world'
her face played
i swept on her bony knee
stuck my ear, hard on skull
knocking the old tales of fantasy
rain started on my brows
wetting the heart, hit my nose
rain of few drops, drop weigh as ocean
each flooding my heart
sinking me deep down
for the burns of her heart
the flow was too much, my vision blurred
and i wondered, why do my heart burn?
the old bird started humming
humming of decades ago
humming of her old-old birds
humming for my sleep
humming which ends the story.
and i still wander in wonder
was it or it was
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Km Siddarth Poem
Where do I go, when the whole Reality is itself fake
Where do I go when we can’t differentiate between love and hate?
Where do I go, when I am in thirst of care?
When people not have themselves to care
Locked in the same loop, getting just like everyday
Where do I go, when the entire world is just a dream?
Where do I go, where I can express the real me
Where do I spend all those green notes?
When I can’t buy enough time for my heart
Learned to study, but forgot the reason
Where to spend all this knowledge, when we lack the time to smile
Where do I go, so that I can feel alive?
Where the heart should go when it’s afraid to express
What the mind should do when jealous is controlling you
Where do I go, where I can smile without why?
Where do I go, where I can get my people back?
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