Because you're victor of my heart
It is your face ,now, my dream's part.
Just you are there in my leisure.
And when I'm busy ; my treasure.
Yet, the beauty is fool in your
Absence ; but you're beautiful more
Than Helen for tal'nt too you seize.
And knowledge of post modern maze.
Unknowingly, you gave me the fame
Poet, a valu'ble, artist's name .
And now I'm your robot to obey.
Doing all, in your order I'll stay.
Howe'er , I'll call nectar to poison.
Yes! on your order, Ram to Ravan.
And your "No" for my love I will get
"Yes"; "Slap" a nod for centuries long "Mate".
- PAVAN KUMAR KARNA
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
To Gentle Lovely Lass
Like pillar I was standing, hoping "you'll
Ask" but unkindly, you left me in chill.
X ! O Miss X ! I overheared then your name.
Meter of poem , you'd asked about it's game,
I'd made hard homework ; you didn't ask next day.
Do you know " let's be friends " I had to say.
How cruelly your "job" had lacked you time
And my "introvertness"; both foes of mine.
Kismet's poor..., I'm, O strange star,giving you
An eternal light; I'll always miss you.
Look, gentle lovely lass ! all lines' first letter.
-PAVAN KUMAR KARNA
Ask" but unkindly, you left me in chill.
X ! O Miss X ! I overheared then your name.
Meter of poem , you'd asked about it's game,
I'd made hard homework ; you didn't ask next day.
Do you know " let's be friends " I had to say.
How cruelly your "job" had lacked you time
And my "introvertness"; both foes of mine.
Kismet's poor..., I'm, O strange star,giving you
An eternal light; I'll always miss you.
Look, gentle lovely lass ! all lines' first letter.
-PAVAN KUMAR KARNA
The Death Is Not Painful
The death is not painful but it is llife.
It begins in our life with the first cry.
No one can share it,neither child nor wife.
Everything'll go in vain,all your try.
To live life is long for those not in love
And short for those who enjoy it too much.
But they're in illusion who want to move
Easily; for they got pretext to fetch.
Though the life is an examination,
Even tough exam is not life at all.
I'll tolerate it with no frustration
And will attempt to formulate a goal.
Death is destination; I won't invite .
If he comes, I am ready to take flight.
-PAVAN KUMAR KARNA
It begins in our life with the first cry.
No one can share it,neither child nor wife.
Everything'll go in vain,all your try.
To live life is long for those not in love
And short for those who enjoy it too much.
But they're in illusion who want to move
Easily; for they got pretext to fetch.
Though the life is an examination,
Even tough exam is not life at all.
I'll tolerate it with no frustration
And will attempt to formulate a goal.
Death is destination; I won't invite .
If he comes, I am ready to take flight.
-PAVAN KUMAR KARNA
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Beauty
Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
Have I hurt anybody?
Sipping beauty I enjoy
Alone; I'm fond of beauty,
Married's,maid's or of a coy.
Clear I am; are you muddy?
Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
Why was my heart burning there?
Over my head was the sun .
Standing opp'site to each oth'r,
Reflecting the ray of the sun
To my heart , glowed her mirror.
Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
Have I hurt anybody?
Sipping beauty I enjoy
Alone; I'm fond of beauty,
Married's,maid's or of a coy.
Clear I am; are you muddy?
Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
Why was my heart burning there?
Over my head was the sun .
Standing opp'site to each oth'r,
Reflecting the ray of the sun
To my heart , glowed her mirror.
Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
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