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pk tunuri Nov 2018
You're a Teacher first and a Parent second
As a father, you're doing great every second

You have always been true  
And knew the right thing to do
No matter how much negativity surrounds you

We wonder how do you manage to
Forgive the ones who hurt you

You gave us everything from the bottom of your heart
We inherited our love for badminton, cricket, and art

The love you gave us and the values you taught
Are so priceless and can never be bought

Here's your Birthday song, "My Dad, My Hero"
Because without you, we are nothing but a Zero

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Prem Kumar Tunuri
Sunil Jaikar Tunuri
Prem Kumar TUNURI
Sunil Jaikar TUNURI
FallenKing Oct 2018
How can one have a dream when they cannot sleep?
How can one find the will to get up every morning, and face challenges head strong without the fear or failure
Do these people have super powers?
Are these people considered hero’s?
Well if they are, then they are just like the rest of us, mask on facing adversity
Everyone is a hero, and everyone is a villain

Good intentions are an arbitrary construct created by society to be able to distinguish a universal morality
For example, most people would say that intentionally killing or hurting others is wrong, and those who take part in such horrific actions should face severe consequence
But what if you had to **** to save a loved one
What if you had to **** to protect your life
Would it still be wrong? Should those people still face the same consequences
Your intentions are good, but your actions tell another story

How do we define what is just?
Everything happens for a reason, that’s what most people would believe
But why does there need to be a reason
Sometimes things just happen
We have no control
We are simply insignificant specs of dust desperately trying to understand the world we love

Like most things in this world, we humans live in a cycle
It’s continuous and never-ending
Just as precipitation leads to evaporation
History repeats itself
Hate breeds more hatred
Love leads to more heartbreak
And the bird fly’s south to escape the cold winters
Yuna Oct 2018
Four years ago, on this day.
I said goodbye,  I walked away.

I picked up a sunflower and your hat.
A ray of sun I wouldn't forget.

I gave a farewell, a final letter.
Somewhere beautiful, somewhere better.

Remember the countless tears I shed.
You are my hero, you are my dad.

My final words to you, a final kiss.
Till forever I always remember this.

You showed hope, you showed me love.
Dad, I miss you there up above.

So many things I wanted to say to you.
My final words 'Dad, I love you'.

12-7-2012
I wrote this in 2012 when my dad passed away.
These days I am still proud of it.
Amanda Oct 2018
Dimmed lights and soft leather sheen
As voices fade to a murmur
Music booms out from a panoramic screen
As we are pulled into an electric adventure
Popcorn spills onto worn out carpet ply
And ice creams licks fill the silent pauses
Then a mobile ring causes an angry outcry
And the guilty party leaves, to quiet applauses
Magically we are transported into imagined worlds
Where Aliens live and spaceships fly solo
We watch as the good and evil story unfolds
The twists and turns as our hero fights his foe
Then the end and our hero survives
And we cheer and whoop at the final battle
An evening of excitement in our everyday lives
And we leave counting days to the sequel
Aa Harvey Oct 2018
A sleeping dragon


Beneath the ground there lives a beast.
For aeon’s it has lain asleep,
Upon the bones of those it defeats.
The hopeless slain in graves so deep beneath.


The firelight in only darkness.
The ghost of old, it’s only witness.
A beast so foul, so pitiless,
Has killed a thousand men in a thousand feet deep pit.


It waits in slumber, further under,
The kingdom beneath which it constantly plunders.
A fire in the sky at midnight,
Alerts the keepers of the last kings keep.
The beast has been awoken after a hundred years’ sleep
And although it cannot be seen, it screams through the air,
Breathing fear, which destroys the hope of every man,
Who still has a care.


Now none will fight or lend a hand
And all but one are stood in silence.
The king listens to the chosen, his guards his only violence,
Against a demon which strikes such fear;
It has done so for many years.


But now at last there stands the hero.
Never more will he hold a purse of zero,
For riches have been promised by the King,
To any man who may slay the thing which sleeps beneath.


The curse upon the peaceful land,
For many a moon, but now this man,
Shall lead his band of many men to slay the beast,
Or until they are deceased.
So until the beasts’ heart beats no more,
The day has come…
To victory!
Or…


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
someguy Oct 2018
Oh cruel me, how could you have forgotten,
What have you used to be once you were still not rotten,
When colors were full, the sun has shown out of the blue,
When everywhere were dragons,… all of them against you

Oh cheaty me, how could you have forsaken,
What have you used to be once you were not meant to be breaking,
When wind has whispered ancient spells into your ears,
When all mud covered, you were still the greatest of the heroes
My name is Hiro and yet I couldn't save you
If I hadn't picked up your hat
Maybe I would've caught up to you
I remember those flames
As if I've found hell on earth
Your disappearing silhouette continues to replay in my mind
As though foreshadowing you leaving from this lifetime
Just once I hated your caring nature
If you hadn't cared so much
You would still be here
I am blinded by regret
Over something I couldn't control
I was close to the flames but I felt so cold
As time went still
I froze where I was
My tears aching to be free
My cries wanting to mimic the explosion
Like those flames that took you away from me
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2018
How come all my best and worst nights
Lead straight to you?
Impacting every moment had
With small things you do.

You have stood behind me proud as I
Won or lost battles and fought wars
Made special memories brighter
Just calling me yours.

You've also been the reason
I've been tempted by suicide
You've witnessed darkest parts
My worst and stayed by my side.

You've taught the most painful lessons
But also showed beauty they hold
Warmed long Winter days
Struck my heart with touch so cold.

You have been the villian of my story
Far more than hero
Brought me higher than birds fly
Then right back to zero.

Some of the best nights had
Happened solely thanks to you
You made good days great
Better than you knew.

Although you have bestowed infinite pain
Hurt me in ways I knew not existed
I adore the hand holding the knife
You buried in my back and twisted.

How are you my favorite person
When I hate the things you have done?
You are soulmate, colleague, enemy, lover,
Rival, best friend, partner, foe, all rolled into one.
Both my best dreams and worst nightmares involve the same people?
I don't want to read I don't want to write

I don't want to tell that old story

That had been mentioned every moment

The youth met that is smart

He loved her and she did

They had a deal to be married

All people had known that

But that man who is smart

He is not only smart but he had

A lot of money to get what he wants

He demanded her ,her parents agreed

Our hero had gone ,our hero had vanished

That old story had been finished

The papers must be torn ,the tongues must be silent

You must not read you must not write

The man who wants to convert the land

From yellow to black ,from poor to get plants

He began his job ,he faced the difficult

When he succeeded, when the corps were appeared

The minister took it and had him told

The president that he did his hard

To make that land ******, not to be old

The man hate all people he immigrate abroad

The papers must be torn ,the stories must be buried

There was a hero

Who converts the dream

To the light ,to be appeared

To transport his country to be advanced

He was accused, he was imprisoned

The accused was the topple of the govern

He could be escaped, he could run

The tongues must be silent, the papers must be torn
the difficult meets man , makes him  failing in bad sense
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