Shlok kumar: Poems

Shlok kumar Nov 21

When noon's warm rays upon my college fell,
My professor spake of fresher's festive spell,
A farewell party, where I was to play
The anchor's role, and guide the merry way..
In BCA's hallowed halls, she did reside,
A sophomore fair, with eyes hid inside,
Her spectacles, a veil to conceal her sight,
Yet laughter danced upon her lips, a wondrous light.
I, senior to her, yet felt awe and fear,
My words, entwined in hesitation's snare,
Her friend, a confident maiden, stood anear,
And with one glance, my courage did unfold and disappear.
"Thy name?" she asked, and I, with humble tone,
Didst whisper low, my heart in tumult thrown,
She bid me join her class, I did decline,
And she, with gentle smile, didst say, "Tomorrow, we shall entwine."
Her presence, a strange, ethereal glow,
Didst fill my soul, and make my heart bestow
A sense of wonder, that I could not define,
As if the world, in her, didst newly shine.
By station's gate, I sought to speak with her,
But she, in whispers, said, "SMS, my dear,
Shall be our medium, till we meet again,"
And I, obedient, didst her words retain.
Days passed, and scarce, our conversations flowed,
Yet, in her voice, my heart didst find a home,
When once she called, and I, in surprise, didst hear
Her tones, that didst my very soul endear.
Her peers didst say, "She's wrathful, odd, and cold,"
But I, in her, didst find a heart of gold,
A river's depth, that didst in silence flow,
And with each word, my love for her didst grow.
"Life," I asked, "what is't?" and she didst say,
"Let all things be, and fade away,
For in the end, 'tis but a fleeting breath,
That we call life, and then, 'tis but death."
Her words, a paradox, of calm and fire,
Didst stir within me, a love most true and dire,
For though her exterior seemed austere and cold,
Her heart, a flame, that didst my soul enfold.
And thus, fair Rishu, thou didst capture me,
With words, that didst my heart's deep secrets see,
Thou art not ordinary, but a gem divine,
A maiden, fair, and beautiful, in every line.
Thy reputation, wrongly, doth precede,
For thou, in truth, art gentle, kind, and freed,
From worldly cares, thy spirit doth take flight,
And in thy eyes, a radiant light doth shine so bright.
Though we didst speak but briefly, thou didst steal
My nocturnal rest, and make my heart reveal
Its deepest thoughts, and with each passing day,
My love for thee didst grow, in every way.
Thou art not lost, fair maid, but found,
In every word, and every glance, profound,
Thy words, a balm, that doth my soul revive,
And in thy love, I do find my heart's alive.
Thus, let me cherish every moment we share,
And hold thee close, as my heart's dearest care,
For thou, fair Rishu, art a treasure rare,
A jewel, shining bright, beyond compare.

" The Velvet Life "

Shlok kumar Nov 23

" The Velvet Life "

Oh, my love, your intoxicating eyes,
Like lotus flowers, your lips, a treasure to the skies.
Your waist, a velvet lotus, your voice, a cuckoo's call,
Leaves me breathless, and in heaven's thrall.
Show me your mercy, give me your soul,
Take me away from Satan's door, make me whole.
Oh, my love, my goddess, my peace, my heart,
Return to me, give me the ****** wine of heaven's art.
Five decades have passed, yet nothing's changed,
Except the wounds, the heartache, the pain.
I'm dying tonight, show me heaven's sight,
My love, don't be cruel, come back to me, and make it right.
Don't be so harsh with me, my love, it's strange to see,
You're shining bright, but your heart is lost in misery.
Come back to me, let's start anew,
Everything here is temporary, it's all just a view.
Oh, my love, don't create such a colorful world,
This is for courtesans, who sell their beauty for a few coins to unfurl.
You're only interested in colorful pleasures and ***,
But in the end, you'll come with me, and you'll need my love, I expect.
Your body will wither away, your desires will cease,
And in the end, all you'll need is love, a love that brings release.
A love that's not physical, but mental, a love that's kind,
A love that understands joy and sorrow, a love that's one of a kind.
Years have passed, and you're still beautiful, a sight to see,
But you're no longer interested in physical love, it's not for thee.
You're only drinking wine, and smoking cigars, your addiction's grown,
You're helpless, my love, but I'll be waiting for you, alone.
You're dividing your earnings into two parts, one for your addiction, one for your
savings,
This is your daily routine, my love, your life's enslaving.
You're a courtesan, my love, a beauty, a treasure to behold,
But in society's eyes, you're just a *** worker, your life's grown cold.
You wake up in the morning, drunk, and lost, and alone,
In the evening, you sell your body, and count the cost, the pain you've known.
But I know, my love, that you're more than just a shell,
You're a beautiful soul, trapped in a world that's hell.
Your addiction's blinded everyone, but I can see,
The real you, my love, the beauty that's meant to be.
You're a shining star, my love, a light in the night,
A love that's pure, a love that's right.

This poem expresses a person's deep feelings towards their lover. The poet describes their lover's beauty, charm, and allure, but also highlights their miserable condition and social status. Through the poem, the poet appeals to their lover to change their current lifestyle and improve their life. The poet tries to make their lover understand that the life they are living is destroying them and that they need to change their life.
The poet has included various themes in the poem, such as love, beauty, charm, misery, and social status. The language of the poem is beautiful, attractive, and emotional, which attracts readers and helps them understand the meaning and emotions of the poem.
This poem is a heartfelt appeal to the lover to change their ways and improve their life, and it highlights the poet's deep feelings and concerns for their lover's well-being.

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