The Poetry Marathon

He is a commoner
A man who believes, life if he works hard
Wife husbands accompany each other in the shade
Are taking steps in their journey
Time separated them.
The hill stood in the way of their lives
Took away his pleasure.
Knows what loves are to the bare hill
Know what the responses are to the boulder
It has become a monster that creates dangers.
It is like putting a foot on its heart and looking for a way out.
Is to seek their own death
The death knell is constantly ringing with accidents.
There was no one to turn the hill with their hands
Dasharath Manji was furious
Wanted to crush the hill
No one said to shake hands.
However, his foot did not move forward.
The fight with the hill began.
Twenty-two years in the war
The hill bowed and gave way

The anger on the hill had subsided
The hill that separated the wife
Remains of winged birds.

1

Autumn falling leaves
It feels as tear drops from a tree
It’s a sadden time
2
Lifeless fallen leaves
Never throw a greenly smile
The wind blew away

3
faded face of leaves
a biology artifact
in student note book

Once upon a time
A sage came to the royal court
There with a thief fearful face
The thief bowed his head, before the prince

Sage pointed out the thief
What is your sin
It’s not my offense
It’s only the dog’s misdeed
Only the dog should be punished
cried the thief

The sage enquired
What’s wrong with a dog
When going to steal a house
I gave the dog a piece of bread
it; so happily ate the bread

When stolen valuables and returned
It made louder noises, attention of the household
The family woke up and arrested me.

Cunning Dog had forgotten his faith
Blamed for the
Sage smiled and said why dog support you
later, the master blames and hits the dog
It’s a faithful animal.

The thief nodded in silence

1

Wagging tail with love
It’s never ever lazy
waiting to catch a foe

When I heard evil tidings
suddenly he vacated his life
I thought this word was a lie
How bitter it is to believe the truth.
Every day many beings
Life becomes a cipher.
One day every life remains as an empty vase
But, the mind is never hurt.
Bunch of memories
Tapped on my thoughts
The mind was cloudy and dark
No injuries on the mind even though
The pain is in the form of tears
When he found out he was dead
The tears seemed to fade.
But, even his memories
I was afraid those memoirs may melt
His death will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Until he knew I was dead
Now-
His memories
A few tears left me with sweet bruises.
Now I am remembering my bosom friends
It’s time to meet and recollect the past
I need to remember my childhood in their words.
it’s not an idle hour
If I waste a bit of second
someone knocks with bitter news
Today I want to see them.

To ask if there is some mistake
If someone objects, it blames them
and points their ego nature,
It creates some worry
bury your doubts
Until you clean your hands

Reality is a sharp edge sin
Errors and faults
Shot cut ways of life

Don’t raise your hand
With a serious demand
Praise aloud with grand

He commands you
He cries aloud on top of you

Bend your head silently
You are servant to him
He’s the ring master of your life
He’s a piercing knife.

Some faces are blank
Some faces are frank

How quiet this speechless room
Here silence is a silver line
Some souls are in asleep
Their own feelings, experiences
Those who evaluate the interiors
They Slept on those shelves as a book.
Some people are studying
Page by page, they started reading with a mind.
meditating themselves in silence mode.
Others readers searching for its depth
Enjoying some knowledge
The books are assembled in one place
Discovering their souls.
2
Children
Waves in the classroom
Are erupting
Future dreams are confident in themselves
Running with game songs.

3
In the morning flowers from the tree
The ground is one of the air curtains
The wings have been shown solely
To give a sense of proportion.
To distribute fragrances.
The leaves are for the tree
Turned into decoration

4.
Empty hand bags went to mart
They returned home with heavy hearts
Vegetables, fruits etc.,
in kitchen knife bisects
They stand to fall victim to many wounds
5.
people who are unknown
Some words they are flowing
Some are tuned into silent mood
They are only spectators

Forgetting yourself is not divine
Understand that age is the only concern.

Her gaze, lust, seductive honey
It ignites your desires and glances
You get confused in your imagination.

When she accidentally encounters
The nerves in you are out of tune

You are a depressed patient
Do not realize that you are burning within yourself.

If she throws her eyes open, if her smile is intoxicating.
Forgetting yourself is not an illusion

When you are on the honeymoon of her thoughts
When she accidentally encounters
Forget yourself with a smile

Only when you walk into her youth garden
Forget it as an illusion when provoked.

How those beautiful days were go by?
Those moments of passion pleasant one
I cannot express my love with words
It measures with hugs and kisses
It shows us forever divine
It strengthens our relationship
If you sit side by side, hand in hand
it shows more love on me
Your silence naughty smile
Tries to conquer your heart
Don’t leave away from me
Because
My heart is not a coward
But, there’s a hole on my heart
Please, close with your hand

When I heard evil tidings
suddenly he vacated his life
I thought this word was a lie
How bitter it is to believe the truth.
Every day many beings
Life becomes a cipher.
One day every life remains as an empty vase
But, the mind is never hurt.
Bunch of memories
Tapped on my thoughts
The mind was cloudy and dark
No injuries on the mind even though
The pain is in the form of tears
When he found out he was dead
The tears seemed to fade.
But, even his memories
I was afraid those memoirs may melt
His death will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Until he knew I was dead
Now-
His memories
A few tears left me with sweet bruises.
Now I am remembering my bosom friends
It’s time to meet and recollect the past
I need to remember my childhood in their words.
it’s not an idle hour
If I waste a bit of second
someone knocks with bitter news
Today I want to see them.