A Special Appearance
It emerged in my 20's
In the morning of spring
The sweet voice
The clarity in her eyes Here, at this juncture in my life Earth was established for me.
I really don't know why
Even how it emerged
But fortunately it emerged and developed
It developed to the peaks and veins in my body
Today when I survey
In her absence and presence of my life
It grows unspeakable Silently in my life.
However, what I feel the feel is
It emerged, developed
And have a feel, which wilds
It will remain till last ceremony of my life.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated 2017
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
Contemporary Love
Love is a wondering ship,
Running in the name of friendship.
It's purely a rotation,
Today one, tommorow none. They say it's easy to get one,
And very easy to stand none.
With times, definition of love,
Unending promises and vow, Have reduced to nil, The lust nest to fill.
Why you give a name?
And pleasure under Friendship's name?
Love can never exist between boys and girls, As Man and Woman are meant to be one, Never two.
Dedicated to the existing material love under the name of friendship.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 04/12/2017
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
An Elegy On Her Trust
A hope was noticed in my laws
Hours before, months before in her claws
I was curious for this re-test
And found she captured my rest-best Hours of my tranquil life.
Beautiful promises, words were acceptable
Very soon all the senses countable I felt vast in her Mars care
But Venus arrived and didn't spare Hold! I was still in on her.
Air of spring from no where
Suddenly I found happiness everywhere
I wished to take a new birth
As I saw her capturing my earth Prohibited! child am in on her.
Every moment was her movement
A word, word for new pavement
All of all was on her trust The very breath thirst on her trust Trust! strictly shattered my birth.
Am dead as she is dead for me She killed me when I was about to live.
Dedicated to my material love.
abhimanyu kumar.s
Dated 2018
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
A Need I Need
For instance, I open my doors
Give you reasons for why
Why I need you
No measure for stances
No measure for reasons
I be in your stances
Working with circumstances.
I halt in dark,
Pursuing the darkness of your light
You are a need as the space
The space between you and me.
I get cold in summer
In the absence of you for
Which I need you
I ask you for your living
The living in my living
Compare nothing, for instance
The birth of you And death of mine.
abhimanyu kumar.s
Dated 2017
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 2:55 AM UTC
A Mystery
Mysterious growth in my lines
Deep words drafting over and over Had an impression of poetry Have a will to do it.
Chapters carve a chapter
By order replacing new
My thoughts over love
Most profound pages Imprintedvoyages and wave Build my poetry of mystery.
I never knew that I will
Become one day A poet of love in love A poet of society for society.
Still am not a recognized one
Not as my best Eliot
But have faith in almighty
That, a day will come when I and my mysterious lines Will strike the heart of one and all.
Thala abhimanyu kumar.s
Dated 2016
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 2:43 AM UTC
A Day After I Wrote
This might be a vague emotion, For the exaggeration I carry for you.
Wild are your movements and,
Natural goes your artistic world,
It's the cycle I don't understand, But I love never to understand.
Believe me to believe you and, Acknowledge you for living me. I live when I see you breathe, I breathe when I hear you live. We breathe, we live in a home, room of own, Not knowing much but ourselves.
I never try to know much as you know, Nor I wish to know as less we know.
Dated: 12/09/2016
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 2:40 AM UTC
I am a soul
Your life force
I am the driver
Really just a pinpoint of life
My throne between my brows
Detach from the world around me.
I am a ruler
Ruler of all my sense organs
In the problems of days
Your changing ways
I remain as I am, as
I am just a peaceful soul.
I feel far away from you
Away from the physical world
I am beyond your world
Beyond from intellect and traits
I am peaceful here
I am a meta soul.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
East Land
April is the cruellest month,
Infalliably all the 12 months.
Traditionally demise, spritually feeble,
Materially firm and culturally parched.
Morning dark, night bright,
droughts, storms, muddle in monsoon.
Legendary roots got detached,
Forming a new trend of hybridism.
Subjects face anarchical tendencies,
Bones speak and stones still.
Folk got restored by alien melody,
Science replaced customs and values.
Everything in turmoil and chaos,
Occult mind and Orient body.
Nothing is constant in Orients,
But absurdity, not change.
Imitations work here on grand scale,
Respect to ancestors in small scale.
Men powerless, others meaningless,
Life is savage, absurd in nature.
Here nobody hears nobody,
Everybody hears nobody here.
Theories and reservation on screen,
Stucturalists, some, others in green.
Life hapless and listless,
Masses reveal gist in nothing.
Examples speak no definitions.
Writers speak only of imagination.
The sun comes and goes,
Lives come and go, dead and gone.
Genuine love a piligrimage,
Material love a bin drainage.
High rise in crime and sufferings,
Science, -isms, hunger, fashion, unemployment.
once served spritual messages to the world,
Awards in physics and chaste in metaphysics.
Eliot traverrsed with his barren land,
Sterilized his land at sheer Ganga.
Presently this land itself is dry,
Dry in culture, wet in cries.
Incarnations, 'DA DA DA' doesn't work here,
Demons and devils can do hell of heaven.
Two faces work in Orient Spritious Mundi,
One being progress and the other poverty.
Music should stop and dance start,
Days, centuries and ages should restart.
This art is impersonal, but tone personal,
Personal or impersonal, life is hellish.
Hopes are to the weakest and most degraded,
I've been born, and once is enough.
Westernization, Modernization, Globalization….
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: February 2011
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
In Rayalaseema’s morning light,
A star was born with silent might.
Venkatgiri Kota held his name,
A soul untouched by thirst for fame.
Born on the edge of year’s last breath,
He grew where dreams outshone death.
December's child with eyes so wise,
A poet framed by dusky skies.
In Marwari roots, he took his stand,
With faith and truth as guiding hand.
The son of Godavari’s grace,
And Shrvwen Dass’s quiet face.
Among the hills where gold once lay,
In Kolar’s fields, he learned the way.
With pen in hand and bread to earn,
He wrote in silence, fierce to learn.
A salesman first, but more inside,
A burning storm he could not hide.
He bore the weight of life’s demand,
While building castles out of sand.
Each page he touched turned into fire,
Each line a breath, each word desire.
He walked through pain with steady feet,
Where love and sorrow gently meet.
Not just a man of chalk and board,
But one whose soul the verse adored.
A teacher clothed in humble truth,
A sage who kept the flame of youth.
In metaphors, he sought the skies,
In stanzas, tears could harmonize.
He spun his grief into refrain,
And stitched with verse his silent pain.
"Heartache" spoke of wounds so deep,
Of promises the stars can't keep.
While "Shattered Love" told tales once whole,
Now broken like a crystal soul.
"Poet’s Love" revealed his strife,
Of truth and lies, of art and life.
"Paradoxical Love" sang loud and clear,
Of longing wrapped in veils of fear.
"Blind by Wealth and Pride" would sting,
A tale where gold dulls everything.
"Longing Love" was soft, yet strong,
A song of where true hearts belong.
Each poem carved from bleeding thought,
Of battles felt, of lessons taught.
In shadows where most fear to go,
He lit his lamp and let it glow.
No fame he chased, no crown he sought,
His heart with inner fire was wrought.
He lived through storms, yet stayed composed,
His wounds, with wisdom, he enclosed.
A voice for those who cried unseen,
A heart that knows where love has been.
With every verse, he gave a name
To nameless grief, to silent flame.
He saw the world in honest hue,
He wrote for both the false and true.
He held no grudge, he wore no hate,
He left his pain to shape his fate.
In every loss, he found a gain,
He danced amid the pouring rain.
For even tears, to him, could be
A drop of hope, a melody.
He rose where many others fell,
A tale of strength no pen could tell.
Yet write he did with grace so pure,
His words a balm, his soul the cure.
He taught with fire, he loved with care,
His presence was a gentle prayer.
A poet, teacher, heart so wide,
A lighthouse through the rising tide.
No riches weighed his spirit down,
His truth became his only crown.
In lives he touched, his light remains,
A song that heals, a voice that reigns.
Though scars were deep, he never swayed,
In kindness was his power laid.
He rose above the worldly storm,
In brokenness, he found his form.
A dreamer, yes, but one who dared
To feel too much, yet always cared.
His life, a verse of giving grace,
A timeless truth no years erase.
And now he walks with steady stride,
With hope and courage as his guide.
He speaks of peace, he lives in truth,
A soul both old, and filled with youth.
He lifts the fallen with his art,
And plants compassion in each heart.
His journey shines, a sacred light,
A beacon through the darkest night.
With voice of care, and heart so wide,
He turns the pain the world would hide.
Into a flame that warms the air,
A poet's gift, a life's true prayer.
So let his tale in silence swell,
A story every heart can tell.
Of how one man with soul so vast,
Turned wounds to gold and pain to past.
He stands today, not just as one,
But as the moon, the star, the sun.
With love he walks, with light he gives,
A poet lives and always lives.
Dedicated to the Time and my Living.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated:14/06/2025
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
Oh great leader, zero work ethics in your name,
A mastermind of doing absolutely nothing but claim fame.
You are a leader who does nothing right,
But still you act like everything’s perfect in sight.
Your work habits are lazy, your mood swings wild,
You insult others, but play the victim child.
We are in awe of your bravery in absorbing endless praise,
For accomplishments that others achieved, while you lounged in daze.
You are a bad example for others to see,
A leader who fails but still wants to be free.
Your legacy will be one of failure and shame
A reminder to all of your lazy leadership game.
So here’s to you, great leader,may your empty titles abound,
May your lack of substance be masked by loud sound.
May your incompetence inspire a generation of idle pride,
And may your name become synonymous with laziness inside.
Dedicated to the leader with brilliant incompetence.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 28/05/2025
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC