c-n-kumar - Hello Poetry

1 Your silence In deep of sea Search the wave 2 Henna Sketch a picture And the sky 3 Milk van Going on road The little moon 4 Ice seller Spearing bells A lamb 5 Water bubble Destroy in a second Byte of life 6 Morning bride Today wearing Rain gown 7 In the sky Flying kites My dreams 8 Winter paddy To plowing Morning wind 9 Meditation Forgot worries I become a monk

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC

c-n-kumar

Haiku

1 Your silence In deep of sea Search the wave 2 Henna Sketch a picture And the sky 3 Milk van Going on road The little moon 4 Ice seller Spearing bells A lamb 5 Water bubble Destroy in a second Byte of life 6 Morning bride Today wearing Rain gown 7 In the sky Flying kites My dreams 8 Winter paddy To plowing Morning wind 9 Meditation Forgot worries I become a monk

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You, Add as an ornament me, I often be ashamed that. Because, Yours levities are About me only Bear a burden you Don’t know my deep affection. At your shadow war Use as weapon me, And my nearness Make as precaution you. In the flow of season Me and you Twist in two way. You as in And I also out. Thus we are Become goddess and slave. Now, I am deduct my life Wear out olden memories In this stepping stone. And you; brooding In golden veil of dreams No blossom at anytime On your dreams Don’t get my thoughts And journey words. At the village ways In soften silence Small ants getting For worship They are coming With a row And roosting My wet chest I like it Because, They wish Friendship with me Am I become whose saviour? Answer of this question is Now my research topic In this evening Remove you my friendship. When you re wear it? Until then, In freezes dew Like cursed stone Me alone Trembled Stiffed...... ========== C N Kumar.

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC

c-n-kumar

Sandals

You, Add as an ornament me, I often be ashamed that. Because, Yours levities are About me only Bear a burden you Don’t know my deep affection. At your shadow war Use as weapon me, And my nearness Make as precaution you. In the flow of season Me and you Twist in two way. You as in And I also out. Thus we are Become goddess and slave. Now, I am deduct my life Wear out olden memories In this stepping stone. And you; brooding In golden veil of dreams No blossom at anytime On your dreams Don’t get my thoughts And journey words. At the village ways In soften silence Small ants getting For worship They are coming With a row And roosting My wet chest I like it Because, They wish Friendship with me Am I become whose saviour? Answer of this question is Now my research topic In this evening Remove you my friendship. When you re wear it? Until then, In freezes dew Like cursed stone Me alone Trembled Stiffed...... ========== C N Kumar.

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Oh earth, in burning of sunlight When see from street childhood, Flowered smooth sound of smile? Oh child, who mud finger put in mouth Run and hide in this mid street This for yours noted memorable day And suggesting day of eats mind sweets. Ridded, very fast and strength of world And bitten screams are drown that chariot sound All doors are closing for that sound not fall in ears Shutter down of eyes for not seeing of street views. Update our evening status And wishes of the universal childhoods Discuss with like and comment During early morning When sung the song of obsequies For orphan childhood Open slowly your left eye And see down in 6th floor A colony behind your flat, Under a plastic sheet roofed hut How many children sleep with tiered And not filled food even half stomach And disturbed, turned and turned What! Are you close your window? Are you disturbed in that mid night views? Calm sleep your babe on form mattress Look up and had deep breath from you. Oh earth, in burning of sunlight When see from street childhood, Flowered smooth sound of smile? Discussion will improved on visual media And the words are take sides Colony rabbles, future quotation militants, Pimps, prostitutes, Award them various statuses And put up more rehabilitation charts. Years of years entered in rule machine Not getting salvation that scheme They are secure sleep in urns And souls of promises are spread in surrounds Oh babe, all are in workshop For making of yours dream land And you, fall in mud pit of path side Like a Skelton, like a fermenting worm To seek food in dung pit with dogs Still day and night competition pursues. All dreams are reflect in deep eyes Like fade out pictures To sow, which letters seed? And hence which tongue’s songs To contribute, And fill millions of stars flowering Oh my child, in your eyes. Oh earth, in burning of sunlight When see from street childhood, Flowered smooth sound of smile? =======================C N Kumar.

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC

c-n-kumar

Song of Solomon or song of pauper

Oh earth, in burning of sunlight When see from street childhood, Flowered smooth sound of smile? Oh child, who mud finger put in mouth Run and hide in this mid street This for yours noted memorable day And suggesting day of eats mind sweets. Ridded, very fast and strength of world And bitten screams are drown that chariot sound All doors are closing for that sound not fall in ears Shutter down of eyes for not seeing of street views. Update our evening status And wishes of the universal childhoods Discuss with like and comment During early morning When sung the song of obsequies For orphan childhood Open slowly your left eye And see down in 6th floor A colony behind your flat, Under a plastic sheet roofed hut How many children sleep with tiered And not filled food even half stomach And disturbed, turned and turned What! Are you close your window? Are you disturbed in that mid night views? Calm sleep your babe on form mattress Look up and had deep breath from you. Oh earth, in burning of sunlight When see from street childhood, Flowered smooth sound of smile? Discussion will improved on visual media And the words are take sides Colony rabbles, future quotation militants, Pimps, prostitutes, Award them various statuses And put up more rehabilitation charts. Years of years entered in rule machine Not getting salvation that scheme They are secure sleep in urns And souls of promises are spread in surrounds Oh babe, all are in workshop For making of yours dream land And you, fall in mud pit of path side Like a Skelton, like a fermenting worm To seek food in dung pit with dogs Still day and night competition pursues. All dreams are reflect in deep eyes Like fade out pictures To sow, which letters seed? And hence which tongue’s songs To contribute, And fill millions of stars flowering Oh my child, in your eyes. Oh earth, in burning of sunlight When see from street childhood, Flowered smooth sound of smile? =======================C N Kumar.

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So, tell you all crows are white They serve me without any profit. But, you love for my money And property also. Still mother wait me, Lighten her eyeslantern. Daydreams get off me When, become mad mind Train going far away Colours fade out to blind, Be imagine glorious blossom But evening star reaches out Behind black clouds. There ended my vision. Here are told you touring birds Return their nest very soon. =======================

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC

c-n-kumar

Truths are still alive

So, tell you all crows are white They serve me without any profit. But, you love for my money And property also. Still mother wait me, Lighten her eyeslantern. Daydreams get off me When, become mad mind Train going far away Colours fade out to blind, Be imagine glorious blossom But evening star reaches out Behind black clouds. There ended my vision. Here are told you touring birds Return their nest very soon. =======================

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In my Heart, an ache And my thoughts are bite me. Why? Am Ia skylark? For me, she sung a ballad And blaze fired her eyes. Wounded heart, to be feared the moon melts like dew, This gloomy day knock well Am going, from the ***** house. Who get off me this shippen? In the cage, my madly brother Soundly roar his rusted chain. In the kitchen, mother cook poorness With lots of tear and fear. ===============

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC

c-n-kumar

Heart

In my Heart, an ache And my thoughts are bite me. Why? Am Ia skylark? For me, she sung a ballad And blaze fired her eyes. Wounded heart, to be feared the moon melts like dew, This gloomy day knock well Am going, from the ***** house. Who get off me this shippen? In the cage, my madly brother Soundly roar his rusted chain. In the kitchen, mother cook poorness With lots of tear and fear. ===============

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In the courtyard, I am getting I have hungry, ask my mind She gave a book, covered with red wrapper, when surround was much darkened, after the dinner, wakeup on morning. ============================

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC

c-n-kumar

Dreams

In the courtyard, I am getting I have hungry, ask my mind She gave a book, covered with red wrapper, when surround was much darkened, after the dinner, wakeup on morning. ============================

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Sights disable me by birth Father as witness to. Mother to teach A to Z every time And trying well correcting my sight. To leave school, after full fill lessons To change my disable sight, why? For my sight, present friends and other people, Of book tonic, medicine plants, Traditional treatments And more other onetime roots, But nothing change my sight, At last the order coming, Wear specs. To run at 1st street Saw, wore whole shop in saffron coluor, In glass chamber, stick saffron bindi in all doll's forehead And saffron specs covered their eyes. Add verse displayed - buy specs Get rusted lance free absolutely. To reached eyes on 2nd street The shop 'n' carpets are green, All dolls had beard and turban In theplank advertising - buy specs Get sword 'n' a bottle perfume free. In the 3rd street endered my face Whole room yellow, front dolls, specs, Everywhere yellow, display text be yellow, If buy specs, wonderful wine free. To the 4th street, move my foot Whole floor blue like the sea, At shop, dolls, specs, all are blue Gospel on display board Seat on heaven be reserve free, buy specs. Much crouded in 5th street From enterence and street , to shop are red Dolls are spectrum of victims, specs are red slogan of display plank, Sharpen wooden spear free, Under puchased all specs. And stret boys call worst, Throw ***** of guilty verse, And much caper plays At back, a crying noises That 2nd street, ask a boy brokenly Passed away whole street, In which specs for my sight? And which colour for specs? I too distruct and move my leg to 6th street, From door to everywhere crystal, And the floor pellucid, on the street no crowd At the shop no doll and display plank. When wear crystal specs,to see my own me? To know my friend, colour of appetite, Depth of love, greatness of hope in eyes. I pray, with pulsated heart, And wait for specs on the 6th street. ==============================C N Kumar.

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC

c-n-kumar

Specs on 6th street

Sights disable me by birth Father as witness to. Mother to teach A to Z every time And trying well correcting my sight. To leave school, after full fill lessons To change my disable sight, why? For my sight, present friends and other people, Of book tonic, medicine plants, Traditional treatments And more other onetime roots, But nothing change my sight, At last the order coming, Wear specs. To run at 1st street Saw, wore whole shop in saffron coluor, In glass chamber, stick saffron bindi in all doll's forehead And saffron specs covered their eyes. Add verse displayed - buy specs Get rusted lance free absolutely. To reached eyes on 2nd street The shop 'n' carpets are green, All dolls had beard and turban In theplank advertising - buy specs Get sword 'n' a bottle perfume free. In the 3rd street endered my face Whole room yellow, front dolls, specs, Everywhere yellow, display text be yellow, If buy specs, wonderful wine free. To the 4th street, move my foot Whole floor blue like the sea, At shop, dolls, specs, all are blue Gospel on display board Seat on heaven be reserve free, buy specs. Much crouded in 5th street From enterence and street , to shop are red Dolls are spectrum of victims, specs are red slogan of display plank, Sharpen wooden spear free, Under puchased all specs. And stret boys call worst, Throw ***** of guilty verse, And much caper plays At back, a crying noises That 2nd street, ask a boy brokenly Passed away whole street, In which specs for my sight? And which colour for specs? I too distruct and move my leg to 6th street, From door to everywhere crystal, And the floor pellucid, on the street no crowd At the shop no doll and display plank. When wear crystal specs,to see my own me? To know my friend, colour of appetite, Depth of love, greatness of hope in eyes. I pray, with pulsated heart, And wait for specs on the 6th street. ==============================C N Kumar.

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