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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
Your designer hands, once gentle on my skin,
Now grasp luxury bags, and wealth within.
Amidst the ruins of our love, I search for yesterday,
In the wasteland of your beauty, where charm stay.

Only you exist beyond my family was your say,
Now, after a year it’s just a say, just a say .
For actions speak louder, a love that wasn’t there,
You are my everything, a vow that echoed empty and bare.

My heart is broken, shattered, lost and sore,
Forever changed by the love we had before.
I mourn the loss of trust and our love’s demise,
It’s just a laugh for you, not so wise, not so wise.

Dedicated to such blind pride not so right.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 26/05/2025
This poem reflects the deep emotional pain of a person who feels betrayed and disillusioned by a once-loving partner whose values have shifted towards materialism and superficial pride. The speaker reminisces about the intimate past they shared, now replaced by luxury and pride that have corroded the foundation of their relationship. The lines reveal a sense of loss, not just of love but of trust and sincerity, painting a picture of emotional decay amidst material gain.

The repetition of phrases like “just a say” and “not so wise” emphasizes the speaker’s disillusionment and bitter realization that promises once made were empty. The emotional contrast between the speaker’s sincere love and the partner’s current indifference is striking. The poem serves as a personal catharsis and a commentary on how pride and wealth can blind people to genuine human connection and love.
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
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
This satirical poem delivers a scathing critique of a leader who embodies incompetence, laziness, and hypocrisy. With biting sarcasm, the poet exposes the stark contrast between the leader’s self-proclaimed greatness and their actual lack of contribution or accountability. The leader is portrayed as someone who basks in unearned praise, shifting blame onto others while presenting a false image of perfection. Their erratic behavior and manipulative victimhood are highlighted as traits that erode the integrity of their position.

The poem also serves as a cautionary tale about the dangers of such leadership. Through clever wordplay and sharp imagery, the poet warns that the glorification of incompetence can have far-reaching consequences. The “empty titles” and “idle pride” symbolize a hollow legacy built on illusion rather than merit. Ultimately, the poem calls for reflection on the values society upholds in its leaders, stressing that true leadership demands accountability, integrity, and genuine effort.
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
In Infinity's eyes, emptiness resides,
A hollow echo of promises she devised.
To lure Mine back, with deceitful grace,
But her heart remains a winter's frozen space.

Like autumn leaves, her words wither fast,
False vows scattered, leaving love aghast.
She forgot the gardens of my loving soul,
Where roses bloomed, and wildflowers made whole.

Infinity's spirit now a restless sea,
Tossed by waves of wealth and materiality.
She navigated away from love's calm shore,
Leaving Mine to drown in sorrow evermore.

My love was a rich tapestry, intricate and bold,
But she reduced it to mere threads of gold.
Used and discarded, like a worthless find,
Infinity's heart now a relic, left behind 💔.

Dedicated to the heart now a relic.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated:21/05/2025
The poem "Heartache" by Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S is a poignant reflection on love betrayed and the emotional aftermath of being abandoned by someone once deeply cherished. Through vivid metaphors and symbolic language, the speaker recounts how "Infinity," a person once loved, lured them back with false promises, only to reveal a heart devoid of warmth or sincerity. The poet likens her words to withering autumn leaves and her intentions to a cold, unyielding winter. These natural elements emphasize the fragility and transience of her affection, contrasting sharply with the deep and nurturing love once offered by the speaker, described as a blossoming garden filled with roses and wildflowers.

As the poem progresses, the focus shifts to the spiritual and emotional cost of Infinity's choices. Her pursuit of wealth and superficial gains transforms her into a "restless sea," suggesting inner turmoil and instability. The speaker, left behind, is metaphorically "drowning" in sorrow, highlighting the depth of his emotional pain. The final stanza carries a tone of bitterness and loss, as the speaker compares his once vibrant love to a "rich tapestry" reduced to "mere threads of gold"—beautiful yet stripped of meaning. The heart once full of life and passion is now labeled a "relic," underscoring the irreversible damage caused by betrayal and emotional neglect.
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
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
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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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My Infinity, my love, my soul’s darkest fire,
In your absence, my heart is a desolate desire.
Morning sunbeams that once warmed our entwined skin,
Now bring only sorrow, dear, and longing within.

Chinna, your touch was honey to my lips,
My girl, our love was a sweet wild eclipse.
In your eyes, my heart would find a home,
Dear, with you, I was never alone.

Remembering the rides into sunsets, side by side,
Around Gudivanka beating with pride.
There were definite promises with no shame,
Only love towards each other’s name.

But now, bangari, you are lost in wealth and fame,
Missing love, the touch and the voice which whispered my name.
Do you realise, my love, what money couldn’t buy?
A heart that beat for you alone, a love that said “ you are mine.”

Dedicated to that longing Love.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 25/05/2025
This heartfelt poem captures the raw ache of lost love, weaving nostalgia and emotional depth into every stanza. The poet reminisces about an intense and passionate bond once shared, now shadowed by absence and longing. Imagery of warmth, nature, and shared moments—like sunset rides around Gudivanka—evoke a deep sense of intimacy and connection that has been replaced by solitude and sorrow. The poet uses affectionate terms like "Chinna" and "bangari" to personalize the emotions and convey cultural depth, enhancing the authenticity of his love and pain.

The poem also highlights the conflict between love and materialism. As the beloved drifts away, lured by "wealth and fame," the speaker emphasizes the irreplaceable value of genuine affection—"a heart that beat for you alone." The final lines serve as a quiet lament and tribute to a love that once felt infinite. Through rhythmic language and soulful imagery, the poem leaves a lingering impression of yearning and the irrefutable truth that some treasures lie beyond what money can ever buy.
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 okay for it is today,
You may be sad or bad,
Happy or frustrated,
Too deep or concentrated,
Remember or trying to forget,
Cherish or regret.

Let this day make you proud,
Put you in guilt or keep you still.
Just laugh aloud or cry silently,
Feel sorry or smile patiently.
Forget your present for a moment,
For a day, this day.

It is good to remember your past,
Remember the best and worst memories.
It is good to be sad,
And it is good to know,
You are still intact.

Yes, there are no more proposals,
No more expectations,
No more United but,
Its fine to be nostalgic,
For today, this day.

It’s fine to be ashamed,
Once in a while,
And to run from the past,
But remember it was you there,
It was you who experienced.

No matter what you are today,
What you want to become tomorrow.
It’s all fine to do this once in a while,
Once in a month, one day, this day.

Dedicated to past in my present.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 27/05/2020
You turned away from me with a false heart,
A broken promise, a love that fell apart.
Your lies hurt me deep, a painful wound inside,
You chose money and fame over our love to abide.

My honest heart loved only you, so true and kind,
But you left me for a life that's flashy and unkind.
You gave up our real love for things that shine,
And now my heart is broken, lost in a dark decline.

You were unfair to our love, so good and bright,
You traded it for a life that's not right.
My love was pure, it only loved you,
But you didn't value it, what am I to do?

You made a big mistake, leaving our love behind,
Now my heart is sad, my world is not kind.
True love is selfless, gentle, and always true,
A treasure lost by you, now shining through.

Your duplicity revealed a heart that’s lost its way,
A treason against love, in endless, greedy day.
You must realize now, the value of our past,
Regretting every moment our love didn't last,
Do you feel the guilt of leaving a heart that loved you?

Dedicated to that leaving heart.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 27/05/2025
This poem by Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S explores the pain and emotional betrayal experienced in a one-sided, selfless love. It reflects a deep sense of hurt caused by a partner who chose materialism and superficial gain over true emotional connection. The speaker's devotion is contrasted with the other’s deceptive choices, creating a powerful emotional dichotomy between pure love and shallow ambition. Through vivid imagery and heartfelt lines, the poet laments the betrayal and mourns the loss of a sincere relationship.

The poem also serves as a reflection on the consequences of valuing temporary pleasures over enduring affection. It emphasizes the depth of the speaker’s love and the magnitude of the loss experienced due to the other’s greed and dishonesty. The final stanza brings in a tone of regret and moral reckoning, questioning the betrayer’s conscience. This emotional appeal transforms personal pain into a universal message about love, loyalty, and the cost of misplaced priorities.
Infinity, once my forever shine so bright,
Your heart now blinded by wealth's fading light.
You prioritized position, power, and gold,
Over love, care, and time our hearts once did hold.
Did false pride make you forget trust's gentle might?

In our love, transparency was once our guide,
But ego and show-offs slowly stepped inside.
You started measuring love by material worth,
Leaving me, Mine, with a heart that suffered dearth.
Do you regret now, Infinity, that love's true birth?

Time once stood still when we shared gentle nights,
Whispers, laughter, and adventures felt just right.
But your pursuit of status and lavish display,
Made me feel like a trophy, not your heart's sweet way.
Is your heart still capable of loving without pride's sway?

Infinity, I wish you could see my pain,
A love that's pure, true, and forever remains.
Your wealth and title never won my heart's race,
Only your love, care, and gentle, loving face.
Will you return to me, and leave your ego's dark place?

Now I wonder, Infinity, do you feel alone,
Surrounded by riches, but a heart turned to stone?
I'm still Mine, loving you with all my might,
Waiting for the day you'll choose love's pure light.
Will you come back to me, and make our love shine bright?

Dedicated to the last love Infinity.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 20/05/2025
"Poet's Love" by Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S is a poignant and emotionally rich poem that explores the sorrow of losing love to material pursuits. Through the symbolic characters of "Mine" and "Infinity," the poet reflects on a relationship once rooted in transparency, care, and emotional depth, now dimmed by ego, pride, and the pursuit of wealth. Each stanza ends with a reflective question, emphasizing the poet’s longing and internal conflict, while challenging the reader—and perhaps the subject—to reconsider the value of genuine connection over societal status. The tone is deeply personal, lyrical, and filled with heartache, yet maintains a hopeful thread, yearning for reconciliation and the return of pure love.

The poem’s structure is consistent, using quatrains with a gentle rhyme scheme that supports its musicality. Symbolism and imagery, such as “heart turned to stone” and “blinded by wealth’s fading light,” effectively highlight the emotional shift in the relationship. The use of "Mine" and "Infinity" adds a layer of poetic abstraction, portraying the universal conflict between love and materialism. While the poem is emotionally powerful and sincere, a bit more sensory detail or clarification of the metaphors could enhance reader connection. Overall, it's a heartfelt, thought-provoking tribute to enduring love amidst emotional loss.
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
Your false promises broke my trusting heart,
A two-faced love that played a cruel part.
You hid your true intentions from my sight,
And with disloyalty, ended our love's light.

Your lies were spoken softly, yet cut deep,
Your ambition consumed our love's sweet keep.
You chose power over me and our love's might,
And climbed the ladder of betrayal in the night.

Your touch, once gentle, now controlled my fate,
Each whispered lie, a fatal kiss to wait.
My heart is broken, shattered, lost, and sore,
Forever changed by the love we had before.

I mourn the loss of trust and our love's demise,
And weep for what could never be revived in your eyes.

Dedicated to such changing love.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 22/05/2025
The poem "Shattered Love" by Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S delves into the emotional aftermath of betrayal in a romantic relationship. Through vivid imagery and emotive language, the poet captures the pain of broken trust and the heartache that follows deceit. The speaker reflects on the duplicity of their partner, who masked their true intentions behind soft words and gentle touches. The metaphor of love as a light extinguished by betrayal illustrates the depth of the speaker's sorrow and sense of loss. The line “You chose power over me” emphasizes the partner’s ambition and selfish choices, suggesting that the love shared was sacrificed for personal gain.

The poem also explores the transformation of love from something nurturing to something destructive. The lover’s touch, once comforting, becomes a symbol of control and manipulation. The poet mourns not only the end of the relationship but also the erosion of trust—an essential foundation of love. With a tone of sorrow and resignation, the final lines underscore the permanence of the emotional damage and the impossibility of reconciliation. The poem is a powerful expression of grief and disillusionment, dedicated to the experience of love that changes, falters, and ultimately breaks under the weight of betrayal.
It was made of cement and lime,
And expected no praise or any rhyme.
It was placed in the park,
Amidst few trees and growing leaves.

He used to come on every twenty seventh,
On dot from 6 to 8 in this heaven.
He was punctual even in rain,
Determined to reach the bench in pain.

It was the bench who was the witness,
The only witness after God’s inference.
It is the bench who can answer,
The repeated questions he used to repeat.

He was so soft on that hard seat,
And waited for that long meet.
He used to be quite in his thoughts,
Recollecting the moments just passed.

He could speak only to his soul,
Sometimes to the bench in whole.
He cried inner in and outer out,
On that bench his heart out.

No matter what, he was always there,
Be it rain, a fever, omen happening,
Infected, dejected or rejected signing.
He was there , yes he was there on the bench.

The bench wished to speak,
For it could bare no more weight,
The weight of his heavy heart,
And his cry for the constant try.

He was told by many for its of no use,
To wait for the gone and the wrong.
But he was adamant to protect his chaste love,
And to defend his chaste vow.

After a year and after lockdown,
Now the bench is empty,
With no weight of him,
Nor the wait of her.

The bench seems to be happy for knowing,
That he has learned lessons from his love.
Though the bench could never speak,
Yet he always heard the voice beneath.

He no longer waits on the bench,
Nor has any tears to shed.
But he misses the bench,
More than her and less than her love.

Dedicated to the bench in that waiting park.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 27/06/2020

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