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"arun" poems
ZULU and ZULU On  the  border  of U.S  and  Mexico someone   saw                            a    ZULU. On  the  ice-land  of                 Netherlands   with  ice area birds a  team   was seen-  a  team                                     of      ZULU.   On  the  sea-shore  of                        Caribbean some   persons  were                      swimming People  were  saying- ZULU    A  new  brand  of baby  foods which  was  only  on e-commerce  site,called                          - ZULU
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
aRUN aI propo poem-version-2
Ang amung kahayag sa balay punu ug pangaliya ug pagmahal. Siya ang naghatag ug kahayag sa amung dalan nga gitungha arun dili masala-ag. Iyang kahayag mihatag ug kainit nga punu sa gugma. Apan, wa damha Na upus na ang iyang kahayag Ug usa nalamang ka asu nga hinay-hinayng Nahanaw. Napawng. ubanan sa Kangit-ngit.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Ang Amung Kahayag sa Balay
Pila ka kagabhi-on ang mga nilabay, Dughang natagak na gibalik ug tapok sama sa mga sanina sa ukay-ukay; gilibutan sa kahibulongan ug katingalaan, nangitag bubong na akong masandigan; nangitag mga pulong na arun akong madula-dulaan. Utok na sige'g kahinuktok, aduna ba'y buwak na wala'y tunok na makatusok? Puno sa mga pangutana, apan kini wala nimo tubaga. Maaghop na pagduyan sa hangin, Mangatik diay ang mga buwak? sama sa usa ka tunokon na buwak; mga tam-is na labtik sa ilang mga dila, nagpagawas ug hapsay na mga sturya, sama sa mga linya sa usa ka salida.
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Buwak na Wa'y Tunok
Hugti ang pisi, sa atong paghigugma, ug lubagi ang tahi, sa atong dughan, arun atong madunggan, ang tinuoray nga singgit sa atong dughan.
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
Mananahi
Cge, salamat kaayo sa tanan ha? Sa memories ug sa melodies, the songs you sang and played for me , Sa gamay nga oras nimo nga gihatag, Sa gugma na kanako imohang gidalit, Pasayloa na ang imong gugma nausik lang ug nasayang, Dre kanako na usa ka taw nga walay hinungdan, sama kanako nga daw sagbot lang sa katilingban, Sama kanako nga sa kinabuhi walay padulngan, Sama kanako na sa gugma nimo dili takos ug angay, Sama nako nga sa kinabuhi ug katawhan gina tamay, Mao ikaw langga ayaw na pag langay, arun makita ug maka.ila na nimo ang taw na kanimo muhigugma nimo ug tinud.anay, ang taw nga makauban nimo kanunay, Pasagdi nalang ko dri, Biyae nalng ko dinhi, Dle nako magdahum na muabot ug kanimo naapay mo puli, Busa ako, hikalimti, Pero ilawm sa akong kasing kasing naa gihapon ka magpabilin, Manghinaut na ikaw nalipay pod sa akong pag.abot , Nga unta ikaw dle mag bago ug dle makalimot, Sa mga panumpa ta, nga matud pa walay katapusan, Dle na nako mahimong pugngan, ang gibating kasikas ning akong dughan, Ipagawas ra nako ning tanan, Mga kasikit ug kaguol ig bundak sa uwan, Unta puhon sugaton ug madawat nimo, Ang kamatuoran nga wan.a juy kita, Ayaw lang pabali ug kabalaka, Kahibaw ko naara ang taw nga kanimo andam mohigugma. Salamat azaraya
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
Drama napud
You want me to talk, Sir? I’d relax and you can paint better, Sir? Maybe, Sir…maybe, but what shall I say, Sir? For I am not used to talking to important people like you, Sir… Why do you laugh, Sir? It is true, I’m just a girl from the village, Sir attending to Laxmi and Ganga – those are our family cows, Sir; and I milk them; and my father and I bring the milk to the market and to neighbors who can afford to pay for them… We don’t carry them in these fancy pots Sir, you make me pose with but just earthen jars, Sir… But this morning, Sir, my father said to me: *Come, Mina – you shall pose for a famous artist; India has never seen such an artist and he shall pay well and perhaps with that I shall buy a third cow; three neighbors owe us money and will never return them in this life; and the old woman in the sixth house has died owing us money for these last four years… You just have to stand there before the artist in your cleanest sari and use borrowed milk pots…* And that is what my father said, Sir… I normally don’t dress in such clean clothes, Sir; the saris I have are saris my mum used but she died when I was little, Sir… Sir? You want me to keep talking…but I am boring, Sir and I talk simple words and I am sure you’ve heard… Oh Sir, I’m more used to talking to cows than important men, Sir… All right Sir, I will tell you…I will tell you… I do have dreams, Sir and it is just the dream of all the girls in my village: I’d like new saris and jewels and I’d like to be married before the year ends; Arun from the next village always looks at me in our town fairs and Oh, would that he’d marry me and we’d have a home and a farm and cows and we’d have children and we’d live our quiet lives in our secluded village… Sir, that is my dream…I have nothing more to say, Sir… I hope you are done… Or maybe you should talk, Sir…
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 8:55 PM UTC
The village girl models for the artist, 1904
You want me to talk, Sir? I’d relax and you can paint better, Sir? Maybe, Sir…maybe, but what shall I say, Sir? For I am not used to talking to important people like you, Sir… Why do you laugh, Sir? It is true, I’m just a girl from the village, Sir attending to Laxmi and Ganga – those are our family cows, Sir; and I milk them; and my father and I bring the milk to the market and to neighbors who can afford to pay for them… We don’t carry them in these fancy pots Sir, you make me pose with but just earthen jars, Sir… But this morning, Sir, my father said to me: *Come, Mina – you shall pose for a famous artist; India has never seen such an artist and he shall pay well and perhaps with that I shall buy a third cow; three neighbors owe us money and will never return them in this life; and the old woman in the sixth house has died owing us money for these last four years… You just have to stand there before the artist in your cleanest sari and use borrowed milk pots…* And that is what my father said, Sir… I normally don’t dress in such clean clothes, Sir; the saris I have are saris my mum used but she died when I was little, Sir… Sir? You want me to keep talking…but I am boring, Sir and I talk simple words and I am sure you’ve heard… Oh Sir, I’m more used to talking to cows than important men, Sir… All right Sir, I will tell you…I will tell you… I do have dreams, Sir and it is just the dream of all the girls in my village: I’d like new saris and jewels and I’d like to be married before the year ends; Arun from the next village always looks at me in our town fairs and Oh, would that he’d marry me and we’d have a home and a farm and cows and we’d have children and we’d live our quiet lives in our secluded village… Sir, that is my dream…I have nothing more to say, Sir… I hope you are done… Or maybe you should talk, Sir…
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On occasion that great dark beast claws and scrapes and then breaks free of it's cage howl at the moon it's never too soon but make no mistake its always there ready to rip and tare hunger truly knows no bounds but I wouldn't want it any other way otherwise I wouldn't be - just Arun
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
the beast
PARI and Peri Pari is Peri. Pari is the short name of Bollywood actress. Peri is the beautiful woman of Persia myth. Past woman of London not looks like 'PERI' ! The actress of Mumbai film city not looks like 'PERI.' Pari is not Peri. OK......for you ! for me Peri is PARI and Pari is also Peri !!!
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
aRUN aI PROPO poem Version-2
Ang pagkalit na paghanaw sa bidlisiw sa adlaw, sa dihang kitang duha magpahabol sa kangitngit, dungan natong abton ang mga bituon sa langit, samtang kita kay nagbaylo ug kainit sa'tong mga panit. Sa kalami, kalagot, ug kalipay, magpalunod sa'tong mga tinguha arun dili magmahay, kitang duha kay magtagbaw, hangtud sa ikaw musinggit ug mutiyabaw, mga pangandoy sa atong lawas atong ipagawas giduyan sa gakos ug nagpadala sa bugnaw na huyohoy, Gidusog, gibira, gidusog, gibira dusogbiradusogbiradusogbira Sa kagilok ug katam-is sa imong mga halok, gisabayan ug pagsimhut sa imong mga puting ilok, sa pagbarug ug pagpakita sa bidlisiw sa adlaw, ikaw, nikalit ug kawala ug nihanaw, tungod sa kalami nahabilin imong lawas, imong lawas nilupad, nawala ug nitakas. YAWA NAHABILIN IMONG LAWAS
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
Pakipaghilawas Sa Manananggal
A journey of 10 years! Just dashed in a flash - But stay happy, tonight For its the new year night! Dead people and dreams - The Pope, Super Man and Steve! Careers, cars and movies - BPOs, Ford 500 and Avatar's Navis! A decade moves on - All changed. Can't redeem. But you be merry - For its the new year, dearie! Seen couples getting wed - Arun Nayar and Liz Hurley! Seen plenty of blood shed Not them, but Iraq, Iran and the Afghani! But don't you worry! We will have days of glory The past is dead - For its the new year, ahead! Heard mighty men scream Osama v/s George B! And seen teary eyes gleam 14th Dec'06 at WTC! We may have lost men But don't we have many more left? Come, rejoice with no fear, For its a new year, so no tears! Seen many deaths - Thousands went with the Tsunami! Seen many more births - Are we still behind the Chinese? We will move ahead For in God, we believe The future is clear - For its a new year, dear!
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Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 10:15 AM UTC
Happy (?) New Year!
Bronze  Dragon People  are   hungry. Suitcase  full  money only  can  purchase  an  egg. That  egg  became more  popular than   female     model  in online. That  is the  ghost-economy. Father,  mo is  trying  to ****  their   son by  police  and  poison . Villagers  are    supporting   them. the  supporters  becoming more  fake friends than  actual. This  is the ghost-family. By  opening  a delivered box, a  Chinese  dragon toy threw  fire  towards     a  customer except  the  original bronze  Dragon. This is the ghost- eCommerce.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
aRun aI propo poem version-2(Bronze Dragon)
Is change coming Do you hear that mighty strumming Or feel the empty silence tear In the distance of the near future Something is happening Economy politics fuel food climate credit germs cult personalties Something is about to wipe out the banalities I know it I smell the rain Pregnant in the wind Has that become a sin If not then why do we all still sit Today's warnings simply do not fit Will you hear the screams of fear Change is coming I know it is sounding Because now all the brain's Are simply trying to stay sane This by holding on to the normalcy bias But these are the times that particular bias Becomes illusions in the highest * Just because lightning has never ever struck you before it does not mean you should open a metal umbrella in a thunderstorm. Even if it keeps you dry,......till it doesn't. -Just Arun
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
Normalcy Bias Against the Grain or maybe Insane
PUT PUTIN Put  Putin in  a  cup  of   coffee. Let   the  cup  of  coffee   to  be  frozen. You  will  one day get  and  reach in  a  another cold  war. Put  Putin in  a  perfume's unforgettable   smell. You    will  one  day catch  and  spread the   newly   made   fragrance.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
aRUN aI propo poem version -2(PUT PUTIN)
Maritime   romantic   memories   were remembered     while      the   wind  flew   from   sea-side   towards  a  lover's  home. Remembering  time  was   night. Those  are  coming   through   the sea-facing   widows. The   teams  of romantic    memory were     forced  to mix   in  wind. Although  the   presence of  that  kind  of wind  was  for  a  while. Sea  was  worried to  pull   that  wind-wave
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
Maritime Romance(aRUN aI propo poem version-2)
People saying my girlfriend's address ? Before asking to sky, sea, or the engineers of a newly constructed sea-links. People are saying my girlfriends address. Some saying -She is in U.S. Some saying- She is married to another reputed person. Some saying- She is working with her previous job. People are saying my old girlfriend's address ?
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
aRUN aI propo poem version-2(Girlfriends address)
The BJP has impressed me, Welfare is their priority, They have improved as a political party. They used to be the capitalist kind, Completely rightwinger it used to be, They used to be crony capitalists. But they have improved, Their worth they proved, India administrated by them will be happy. They have made sacrifices, Who can forget Shyama Prasad Mukherjee? Once they know him - they can't. Who can forget Atal Bihari Vajpayee ji, Or the living legend, Lal Krishna Advani ji, Or the fallen soldiers, Sushma ji or Arun ji? We have many more leaders, All distinguished in their spirit of Indianness, Narendra Damodardas Modi, their scion. They used to be plain capitalists, yes, But now they are very different, They are the Left of Right.
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
Left of Right
The  Hindu  wealth  Goddes 'Laxmi'  left  a youth's   mind,body and  soul. He  became wretched. Rupees  did  no    become  Dollar, Pound. Rice  plate   did  not  become Biriyani plate. River  became water less. Reverse  became   boomerang. That    one  became   wretched. His  future  and  destiny   became  'wretched'.
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
Wretched(aRUN aI propo poem version-2)
Minus Zero Hey... supreme power let me make not zero minus zero how much minus i give an example. It should be like Siberian cold. It should be frozen Atlantic ocean situation. It should n be more freezing point than Antarctica.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
aRUN aI propo poem version-2(Minus Zero))
BACC-Break up Alien Couple Camp Already  i  have  given tender  to  Alien species   not space  X   nor    NASA to  lamp  in newly  discovered 4,000   planets to   celebrate   your ''Happy  Returning  Days". It  is true that my heart now Elon - Musked broken break-up heart. Before that any heart had late after 30's Jeff Bezos's aeroplane romance heart. The installation of 'Break up Alien Couple Camp(BACC)' is at end point on 50,000 asteroids to celebrate their and mine also the "Happy Returning Days."
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
aRUN aI propo poem version -2(BACC)
On occasion trapped behind iron bars in a corner far the beast claws and scrapes but make no mistake its always there so be aware it's ready to rip and tare sometimes suddenly it gets out before the guards can shout hunger truly knows no bounds but you know I wouldn't want it any other way otherwise I wouldn't be - Just Arun
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
On Occasion the Beast Roams
After  evening let  it  rain  or  not But  the  rainy  season will  com,e  to convince  your   mind. In  butterfly  days who   asked  the   colourless  heron  days. In those  colorlessness let  do  not   be  there a  fraction   of  sign of  your   sorrowfulness to  identify  not to   required  unlimited symptoms.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
Colorlessness(aRUN aI propo poem version -2)
I am A fraction of a bang a jagged little piece of time a string blowing in the wind floating through the cosmos with just a little bit I make the most from stardust formed from stardust one day returned mostly mud but breathed on by God x
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
I am Arun
Human-angel If the birds will cry then where i will store your tears. Your smiling was matching with birds. So, ocean could not identify and in confusion also. Overseas monsoon clouds were in great confusion. Overseas malware were tied by thinking about your similarity that you a human-bird or human-angel.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
aRUN aI propo poem version -2(Human-angel)
ZIGZAG AND zilch The zoo is zigzag. The mood was in moon in mode of zigzag. The faces of a photoshoped African lady was zigzag. The mango box were kept in the truck in zigzag. $ 100 IS Zilch. A murder's emotion for to kill her baby by taking money is zilch. A woman's white stone duplicate teeth seems still in zigzag.
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
aRUN aI PROPO-VERSION-2
A HERD OF LEGENDS ( for Shyam Sunder Sharma ) always in the background of my mind I am hearing listening to the ananda-lahari of Arun's voice speaking to me in best Kolatkarese as I ride his KALA GHODA to the outskirts of JEJURI and there dismount walking barefoot into the town of his mind bowing before his words this here this now drinking his voice thirstily down to the very last sound marking each syllable with turmeric offering the ashes of anything I can say I the humble havildar to the temple of your thought until you take a final drag from a half bent charminar flick it from fingers laugh...tell me to. . . ****** off! Go on...!" "And make a poem of your own!"
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
A HERD OF LEGENDS ( for Shyam Sunder Sharma )