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"bharti" poems
Cost free is expensive smile Easy to learn hard to find Just that beaming curve Is the best shape For aaaaaall to entwine Bharti
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
(: Smile :)
*My smile could be public But tears are personal Smile can be faked Tears really roll for special one* Bharti
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
Public vs. Personal
Commotion of waves Filters innate dross With a heart in rave And soul in gloss Bharti
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
Calmness in Commotion
Nature needs nurture today. Remember! If NATURE does not ALLOW Our lives would not be WOW! Bharti
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
Nurture Nature
*I may not be yours But you will always be mine In my mind My fetish you Like stowed in the cellar An ageold bottle of wine* Bharti
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Like a bottle of wine...
*To be together, forever You don't have to be like me You just have to like me* Bharti
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Like
Led down from the tower Head high and hands bound Blindfold declined against the wall Black square pinned to his heart Eyes afire and shining proud He sang... He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury, Carreras, he sang of Antoine, Of Sinatra, Lennon, Morrison, Redding He sang and songbirds paused in flight He sang like them all He sang a song of himself Of leaves of grass, of second comings Of Byron, and Bharti, and Cummings He sang of Neruda, and Plath, Tagore Dickinson, Kamala Das and Naidu Oh, he sang of them all He sang of art and beauty Of Mona Lisa and starry nights Girls in green dresses and pearls He sang of Van Gogh, of Picasso Of Rembrandt, da Vinci He sang of Michelangelo He sang of sadness, pain He sang of My Lai, Sand Creek Of Guernica and Krystallnacht He cried and sang of Wounded Knee Of Katyn Forest, Sabra and Shatila Oh, he wept as he sang He sang of history and wonders He sang of Olduvai and pyramids Machu Picchu, Tikal, and Angkor Wat He sang of a great wall, the Taj Mahal Stonehenge, Easter Isle, Mesa Verde His song took us to them all He sang of courage A song of Bunker Hill, Gettysburg Of the Alamo, Normandy, Stalingrad Of Lincoln, Guevara and Dr. King He sang of Bolivar, Bhutto, Ghandi He shamed us with their song He sang his song... As women sighed and peasants cried He  sang until the rifles fired, he died Songbirds fell from the sky Soldiers broke their guns on stones And marched into the deep blue sea. r ~ 4/12/14
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Song
Led down from the tower Head high and hands bound Blindfold declined against the wall Black square pinned to his heart Eyes afire and shining proud He sang... He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury, Carreras, he sang of Antoine, Of Sinatra, Lennon, Morrison, Redding He sang and songbirds paused in flight He sang like them all He sang a song of himself Of leaves of grass, of second comings Of Byron, and Bharti, and Cummings He sang of Neruda, and Plath, Tagore Dickinson, Kamala Das and Naidu Oh, he sang of them all He sang of art and beauty Of Mona Lisa and starry nights Girls in green dresses and pearls He sang of Van Gogh, of Picasso Of Rembrandt, da Vinci He sang of Michelangelo He sang of sadness, pain He sang of My Lai, Sand Creek Of Guernica and Krystallnacht He cried and sang of Wounded Knee Of Katyn Forest, Sabra and Shatila Oh, he wept as he sang He sang of history and wonders He sang of Olduvai and pyramids Machu Picchu, Tikal, and Angkor Wat He sang of a great wall, the Taj Mahal Stonehenge, Easter Isle, Mesa Verde His song took us to them all He sang of courage A song of Bunker Hill, Gettysburg Of the Alamo, Normandy, Stalingrad Of Lincoln, Guevara and Dr. King He sang of Bolivar, Bhutto, Ghandi He shamed us with their song He sang his song... As women sighed and peasants cried He  sang until the rifles fired, he died Songbirds fell from the sky Soldiers broke their guns on stones And marched into the deep blue sea. r ~ 4/12/14
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*Past is rigid Can’t change Present is vivid Hold the rein Future is ghost Figment insane* Bharti
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
Redefined Tenses
*Talentless with no position (Goon) Talentless with position (Doom) Talented with no position (Doom) Talented with position (Boom) Valuable is the caliber of a designee Designation in itself is incompetent Talented can exalt the lowest position With talentless authority bears the brunt* Bharti
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Position/Designation
Pearls of words when bought together Glides you into the world another So powerful is their magical effect Can turn an abject to a perfect Vica-versa is equally true So, affair with words is a matter of few Beauty of this affair is always a pleasure Relish every moment of this open treasure Cheers to all who are engaged in this fling For words, add to the feelings that extra bling Bharti
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
Wordy Affair
*Expletives are explored Requisites are implored Grooming artificial intelligence!* Bharti
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Artificial Intelligence
*I became whimsical only in your rave My swin was smooth until caught by your wave* Bharti
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
Wavy
He was silent and stunning She was spirited like a spring When they opposites attract I think its natures trick To balance the act Bharti
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
Nature's trick..
In retrospect, I found Something profound "I want I will; I don't I won't" WILL is the mother of all actions That's infallible, abide or shun But then, What shudders the WILL train Reason is common and plain When hurt, I stop My follow WILL slops So, WILL needs fuel incessant If there's no support Goose self-motivation Bharti
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
Live Will
*If there was a way out To get you by my side Probably, I wouldn’t write Since, it is improbable Elsewhere I need to weave this fable Hence on paper! Still, so powerful Your virtual presence You nourish my heart Nurture my thoughts And father my pen Oh! how fervently I wish Something Miraculous to happen* Bharti
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Father of My Pen
I wrote something that I did not mean When I write that, I feel it’s unseen In real, I make someone else’s thought mine Publicize it and leave others to opine These actually are one liner’s lifted from popular text I dissemble and exude that I take my life at best I am the ideal of all humans in my words For similar situation in real, I am truly reverse My online life is most beautiful on earth Whereas offline, I am rehashing in vain to cover up dearth My posts are full of inspiration and energy If you meet me in real I am full of lethargy Why dupe to be a connoisseur and be a commonplace At least quote the source, give true author some space Be eclectic and original in expression Write such that it’s never been done Bharti
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
Virtual Bliss with Borrowed Thoughts
*Grey billow of clouds So hopeful these are Filled with watery pearls Guaranteeing remedial shower Flashes of light Sounds of accosting thunder Declares to the dead world Charging to live the real wonder Season's first kiss Between rain and earth Leaves indelible petrichor Uplifting spirits for all its worth* Bharti
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
Indelible Petrichor
Your aura of a kind Leaves me pleased With a (:----SMILE----:) behind Bharti
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
Your Aura
*On and off Flickering grey Chirpy feelings Parked at bay Unalloyed devotion Just for one Pushes you Into oblivion After a lot Hue and cry When you learn The lesson why Transition from Tears to smile Bubbles the senses Though takes a while* Bharti
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
Transition
I always held deep reverence For people in three occupations Farming, medicine, and defense For the reasons appealing *Farmers feeding Doctors healing Defense shielding* Seasonable occasion To sing about defense Today these lion hearts Will be my subject to pen We may critique our nation For it slithering move But one team deserves Applaud for being resolute Team defense For formidable reasons They fight for us selflessly Irrespective of seasons I reminisce my visit To Wagha border once It's elating to see Armed forces lacing Our pride in balance Forgetting all bitter Citizens fervently cry Jai Hind Unanimous voice in reflex Don’t know why Joining defense is a willful step A malice can never serve Day in day out these brave men Hold our pride in suave Salute to these people Who for us Sacrifice their lives everyday These true resolutes Uphold our independence In every possible way Second by second Minute by minute Month by month Year by year And will in Years to come For this Bharti’s Salute to them! Bharti
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
Liberty
When the world is off to sleep     Your thoughts starts taking a leap           My desires starts taking shape                 Reality is masked with dreamy cape                      What a fetish, I wonder                              You play on my mind                                     Even in slumber Bharti
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
Dreamy Cape
When poets thoughts go bare They evince without care Minds brimming With stories to share With every phrase Minds undress Layer by layer Some use fiction Some illustrations Nevertheless, for them Spilling beans is always fun Bharti
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
Bare Thoughts
*When every day clock ticks again with sunrise Spring out with energy just like you got a surprise Unpack the day with love thinking what could it be If the gift is not to your liking, set your spirit free Think “for someone you are the gift" to feel the glee* Bharti
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
For Someone You Are the Gift
(:-----------------------:) At times I am lost I too feel dross But In your fraternity My laughter Attains eternity (:-----------------------:) Bharti
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
who you are....
life and death         amid breaths is black or white         as per your ride life is a show           you reap what you sow          only lesson for all to know           life is a wave with ups and downs           who surf it all always rebound Bharti
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
String of Life