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For it took its birth,
From ashes and not mirth.
The form and content stood,
The purest form I understood.

For it came into me,
When my emotions were dead you see.
The care was a cure,
With no ill intent for sure.

For it ran into my nerves and blood,
The sheer love with no tears shed.
The time was dedicated on every stroke,
And the dead love in me instantly woke.

For now it is no longer the same,
But thankfully I am experienced in this game.
The care, love, emotions and time,
Are no longer seen as prime.

For it is the last,even when lost,
Never again at any cost.
No regrets on my present or past,
For it is the last, let it last.

Dedicated to that last which is going to last forever.

Dated: 14/02/2025
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Sure! Here's a three-paragraph note analyzing and reflecting on the poem:


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This poem captures the emotional journey of someone who finds solace and revival through a deeply personal creation or connection, possibly a piece of art, love, or a meaningful experience. The opening stanza highlights that it was born not from joy, but from ashes—suggesting a rebirth or something meaningful emerging from pain or loss. The poet emphasizes that the form and content of this creation felt pure and deeply understood, signifying a profound bond.

As the poem progresses, it becomes clear that this experience entered the poet’s life during an emotionally numb period. It served as a healing force—something selfless and therapeutic. The poet portrays it almost as a lifeline that reinvigorated their spirit and reignited emotions thought to be long dead. The lines are filled with gratitude, and the metaphor of love running through blood and nerves adds a visceral, intimate tone to the transformation it caused.

The final stanza shows acceptance and maturity. The poet recognizes that while this experience or creation may not be the same anymore, the lessons and strength gained from it remain. There's a sense of closure—where love, care, and time are no longer the only values upheld. The poet proclaims it as the "last," not with bitterness but with clarity, choosing to let it last in memory and meaning. The dedication at the end reflects a hopeful permanence, cherishing what was once a healing force.


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In twilight of love, where erstwhile warmth did shine,
A maiden fair, with heart of gold, did stray
From tender bonds of affection's sacred vine,
To pursue lucre's siren call, and fame's cold shrine.

Her eyes, once bright with love's luminous fire,
Now dimly gleam, like embers lost in night
Her touch, erst gentle as a summer's desire,
Now icy cold, as winter's distant, cruel light.

Yet still I hold on to memories of old,
When love's sweet magic made our hearts enfold.
But time flees swift, and if she does not see,
The love she lost, her heart will eternally be.
A prisoner of greed, and I of pain,
Forever longing for love that might have remained.

Dedicated to the last love of my Life.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 17/05/2025
She returns with tears, and a regretful sigh,
Seeking refuge in love she once denied.
But my heart, once open, now guarded and cold,
Wonders if her love's genuine, or tales oft told.

Her eyes, once bright with ambition's fire,
Now dimly sparkle with longing's desire.
Yet, in fleeting moments, I see the past,
A girl who cherished wealth and fame that wouldn't last.

Her words whisper sweet nothings, a gentle breeze,
But trust, a fragile bird, with broken wings, freezes.
My love for her remains, a constant, pure flame,
But understanding her heart's a puzzle, a endless game.

She changes swiftly, like shifting desert sand,
Leaving me questioning, on uncertain land.
Does she truly love, or merely escape,
The emptiness of wealth, and a lonely shape?

But still I ponder, on true love's mighty creed,
"A relationship isn't about possessing, but freeing"
True love embraces flaws, and heals the past,
Accepts the journey, forever to last.
If she can grasp this truth, and love with open heart,
Maybe, just maybe, we'll never be apart.

Dedicated to the last love of my life.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 17/05/2025
In time's gentle hand, our love will grow old,
Care nourishes it, like a garden fair,
Emotions entwined, hearts beating as one told.
Relationship's beauty, beyond words to share,
Through laughter and tears, our bond will unfold,
With every breath, my love for you made bold.
You are my today, tomorrow, and past,
Forever with you, is where I am meant to last.

But time, a thief, steals moments we adore,
Yet love remains, an endless, pure flame,
Caring for each other, we'll walk once more,
Through life's journey, hand in hand, no shame.
In your eyes, my heart finds a peaceful nest,
With you, my love, time stands still, and love is best.

Dedicated to the last love of my life.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated:18/05/2025
As I grow closer to her,
Curiously and impatiently,
I can feel the touch,
Her pied beauty very much.

She is of variety,
In her colours in abundance,
So subtle in nature,
Lies her beauty in mighty.

There is wide space in her heart,
Which can shelter my love and art.
For the creator created her first,
And she is never here to impress.

I wish to settle in her,
For as many days I live.
Yes, I want to keep her love within,
And Alas! It’s a way of being.

Dedicated to her abundance love.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 20/07/2020
It is a recent happening,
Of the heart which was unwilling.
For the thought has disturbed,
But has kept the heart in peace.

I heard her giggling,
On the fresh water sizzling,
Way for the joy and glee,
Forced to see me and she.

She was undoubtedly pleased,
For the request I seized.
It was all happening,
She was all making.

I wondered for my life,
Why didn’t I meet her before?
Why not did I reach this shore?
Where love is from the core.

Maybe after a heartbreak,
And that ****** painful break.
I was destined for new,
As her last ashes I knew.

She is making difference,
Between love and happiness.
Love she ignores for the world,
And gives me happiness she never told.

Now I ask nothing more or less,
For I am filled in surprise.
For my hope has made a rise,
And hence I surrender to this sunrise.

Dedicated to my hope for life.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 19/07/2020
I saw him near this road,
When I was about to board.
I left him on its way,
And measured my college way.

It was evening when I returned,
I saw him lay as in way the same way.
I took pity which usually I don’t,
But I couldn’t leave knowing I don’t.

It was a stray one I believe,
As the scars were fresh on him.
With scribbling jaws he called,
For this man to watch.

I am not an animal lover,
Trust me I am not,
But I felt the blood on him,
And made a move to save him.

I fed him bread and I,
Led him space in the entrance.
With no time he started playing,
And started making me special.

I use to see him before,
And after college hours.
He was happy to see me,
With that innocent face.

After few days I noticed him barking,
For no reason stamping.
I found his eyes with an another,
Yes another on the other side of the road.

From that day he wouldn’t eat,
Nor go for sleep be it day or long night.
There was a revolt and eagerness,
I understood the reason for the freedom.

Though I never chained him,
Nor were the gates closed.
I chose to let him go,
For it was the time to go.

I never heard about him,
For few months and days,
But on my return from work,
On an Autumn evening guess what?

I saw him dead on the road side,
With all flesh flushed.
It was an accident,
Yes ,it was an accident.

Was my mistake to notice him?
Was my mistake to feed him?
Or was my mistake to let him go?
I think right now I can only lament .

Dedicated to the dog known and unknown.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
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