"rahul" poems - Hello Poetry

"You write so beautifully, your mind must be a terrifying place," he said softly, though he hadn't uttered a single word. It was his eyes that spoke to her the most. She surrendered herself to the tears that raced down her cheeks and smeared the ink on her hands. Found prose in the Rahul Bansal quote.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 1:17 AM UTC

lifeasalyric

Tears

"You write so beautifully, your mind must be a terrifying place," he said softly, though he hadn't uttered a single word. It was his eyes that spoke to her the most. She surrendered herself to the tears that raced down her cheeks and smeared the ink on her hands. Found prose in the Rahul Bansal quote.

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There were eight or ten of them little boys, it was difficult to count them, for they kept swinging madly on their roller skates on the court hardly the size of a basketball court, sweeping along in a bunch after the ball with their sticks poised and stretching out tense for the strike, dispersing and twisting in wild patterns and then going after the ball yet again, straining forward for speed, navigating smoothly, dangerously, sticks clacking, shoulders pushing, shooting off the course and with maneuvers of the feet and the knees and the hips and the flailing hands recovering balance, laughing, and now from all corners converging on the far goal post to attack and defend, the goalkeeper strung bristling as a cat confronting an attacking pack, and as the whole court touched a beat to the imploding moment, there was this lady shouting from the sidelines, shoot, Rahul, shoot, shoot!

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Jan 14, 2016

Jan 14, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC

p-venugopal

Goal!

There were eight or ten of them little boys, it was difficult to count them, for they kept swinging madly on their roller skates on the court hardly the size of a basketball court, sweeping along in a bunch after the ball with their sticks poised and stretching out tense for the strike, dispersing and twisting in wild patterns and then going after the ball yet again, straining forward for speed, navigating smoothly, dangerously, sticks clacking, shoulders pushing, shooting off the course and with maneuvers of the feet and the knees and the hips and the flailing hands recovering balance, laughing, and now from all corners converging on the far goal post to attack and defend, the goalkeeper strung bristling as a cat confronting an attacking pack, and as the whole court touched a beat to the imploding moment, there was this lady shouting from the sidelines, shoot, Rahul, shoot, shoot!

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I had only contempt for him. An Amul baby, all the way. I made fun of him At newsrooms and in debates. One such day, I was at my best Finding faults and laughing my heart out At the expense of that Amul baby. All of a sudden A voice from nowhere Pulled me down to earth, And said thus. You made fun of me, didn’t you? You called me an Amul baby That baby who gave its toothless smile And made baby noises to its grandma, Did you hear the sound of bullets That punctured its soul? When it ran, calling out to its father, Did you find blood splattering on its little dress, From a body that was blown to smithereens Like a chain of firecrackers? That voice was Dripping water on me, Blown, burnt and scattered as I was. My blistered contempt Has a lingering slight irritation now. #Rahul Gandhi #RG #kuzhurwilson #poetry #india

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Mar 27, 2021

Mar 27, 2021 at 2:52 AM UTC

kuzhur

Rahul Gandhi

I had only contempt for him. An Amul baby, all the way. I made fun of him At newsrooms and in debates. One such day, I was at my best Finding faults and laughing my heart out At the expense of that Amul baby. All of a sudden A voice from nowhere Pulled me down to earth, And said thus. You made fun of me, didn’t you? You called me an Amul baby That baby who gave its toothless smile And made baby noises to its grandma, Did you hear the sound of bullets That punctured its soul? When it ran, calling out to its father, Did you find blood splattering on its little dress, From a body that was blown to smithereens Like a chain of firecrackers? That voice was Dripping water on me, Blown, burnt and scattered as I was. My blistered contempt Has a lingering slight irritation now. #Rahul Gandhi #RG #kuzhurwilson #poetry #india

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After Aishwarya Rai Bachchan gave us some impressive red carpet outings, all eyes were on Sonam Kapoor as she made her sixth Cannes appearance in a row. And boy, she lived up to our expectations in a whimsical Ralph and Russo sari-inspired gown with half cape. Her styling was bang on with pink lips, dewy makeup and middle-parted neat tresses. Designers give thumbs up to the actor, without a second thought. “Sonam looks spectacular. I love the dramatic outfit. I loved the fact that Sonam wore no jewellery (except for a ring) and kept her hair straight with some interesting eye makeup,” says designer Manish Malhotra. “I love this look. It is a great example of something experimentally grand and classic at the same time. I also like the jersey in the top portion, which adds a very modern and sporty vibe to a traditional embroidered half cape sari inspired gown. There is a duality I can sense here and it has surprising familiarity in terms of a classic Balenciaga vibe,” says designer Rahul Mishra. Designer Rina Dhaka also loves her look, but believes that subtler looks can also work the same magic . “Sonam looks gorgeous. The outfit has a lot of volume, and yet it is controlled and figure hugging. I would call her a drape crusader,” she says, adding, “However, unlike Indian actors, international actors are going for understated, simpler looks. We guys tend to take on too much embroidery, making it look theatrical. These looks are bridal by western standards. But our audiences like this.”Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne

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May 17, 2016

May 17, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC

judy-smith

Designers give thumbs up to Sonam Kapoor’s sari-inspired Cannes gown

After Aishwarya Rai Bachchan gave us some impressive red carpet outings, all eyes were on Sonam Kapoor as she made her sixth Cannes appearance in a row. And boy, she lived up to our expectations in a whimsical Ralph and Russo sari-inspired gown with half cape. Her styling was bang on with pink lips, dewy makeup and middle-parted neat tresses. Designers give thumbs up to the actor, without a second thought. “Sonam looks spectacular. I love the dramatic outfit. I loved the fact that Sonam wore no jewellery (except for a ring) and kept her hair straight with some interesting eye makeup,” says designer Manish Malhotra. “I love this look. It is a great example of something experimentally grand and classic at the same time. I also like the jersey in the top portion, which adds a very modern and sporty vibe to a traditional embroidered half cape sari inspired gown. There is a duality I can sense here and it has surprising familiarity in terms of a classic Balenciaga vibe,” says designer Rahul Mishra. Designer Rina Dhaka also loves her look, but believes that subtler looks can also work the same magic . “Sonam looks gorgeous. The outfit has a lot of volume, and yet it is controlled and figure hugging. I would call her a drape crusader,” she says, adding, “However, unlike Indian actors, international actors are going for understated, simpler looks. We guys tend to take on too much embroidery, making it look theatrical. These looks are bridal by western standards. But our audiences like this.”Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne

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My Lemon Girl A thousand times will I fall in love with you My Lemon Girl And walk past those meadows in the lap of hills all around and squeeze every gleam of sunshine Flowing out of your beautiful eyes Will you let me watch your gentle face Until the dark demons Surround us with their evil intent And push me away from this sublime joy I shall not cry then My dear Lemon Girl I shall consume those tears of love And hold them in my eyes And feel the silence of My Lemon Girl Till eternity Waiting for her tender fingers To wipe them off Drop by drop From my cheeks. - K Rahul Srivastava

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May 5, 2020

May 5, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC

rahul_deepdews

My Lemon Girl

My Lemon Girl A thousand times will I fall in love with you My Lemon Girl And walk past those meadows in the lap of hills all around and squeeze every gleam of sunshine Flowing out of your beautiful eyes Will you let me watch your gentle face Until the dark demons Surround us with their evil intent And push me away from this sublime joy I shall not cry then My dear Lemon Girl I shall consume those tears of love And hold them in my eyes And feel the silence of My Lemon Girl Till eternity Waiting for her tender fingers To wipe them off Drop by drop From my cheeks. - K Rahul Srivastava

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This is about 25 days ago,I and my brother were at my uncle Deepak's home. We all were very excited because at our home somebody had to came. At that day my aunt Jyoti's brother came with his wife, but,those were not about whom I am talking. After several hours a call came to us of my uncle,he was saying"We are coming in 15 minutes." We all got more excited as we were,especially my brother Rahul was excited because there was a special gift for him.After 10-15 minutes we heard a car's horn.He was my uncle Deepak and my uncle Anil.Uncle Anil was the special person.He was my father's sister's husband, Mr.Anil Turan.He had arrived at our home to take back my father's sister aunt Sangeeta and a little and cute 11 months 15 days baby back to Australia. After 2 days on 29-08-14 they have to go to airport to take a flight of Australia from there.I,Rahul and my grandmother's nephew Preeti also want to go,but my father and uncle Deepak protested, but at last this was final that we three will also go.After two days the date came when we all had to left aunt Sangeeta and Rehab.We all had booked 1 car and one is of our own.On that day we had to move from here for Delhi airport at 3:00 pm.After 3-4 hours we enter in Delhi, but before going to airport we go to my uncle's home where I met to my uncle as well as my aunt and my cousins. After moving from there after half hour we reached to airport;there my look was as a foreigner so all were saying to me that we think Teenu will go Australia. There we left Rehan and his parents and came from there. That was my last meeting with Rehan .I left there Rehan but not our sweet and lovely moments which we spent together. Today also when I think about him tears automatically come from my eyes.

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC

twinkle-sagwal

My last meeting with Rehan

This is about 25 days ago,I and my brother were at my uncle Deepak's home. We all were very excited because at our home somebody had to came. At that day my aunt Jyoti's brother came with his wife, but,those were not about whom I am talking. After several hours a call came to us of my uncle,he was saying"We are coming in 15 minutes." We all got more excited as we were,especially my brother Rahul was excited because there was a special gift for him.After 10-15 minutes we heard a car's horn.He was my uncle Deepak and my uncle Anil.Uncle Anil was the special person.He was my father's sister's husband, Mr.Anil Turan.He had arrived at our home to take back my father's sister aunt Sangeeta and a little and cute 11 months 15 days baby back to Australia. After 2 days on 29-08-14 they have to go to airport to take a flight of Australia from there.I,Rahul and my grandmother's nephew Preeti also want to go,but my father and uncle Deepak protested, but at last this was final that we three will also go.After two days the date came when we all had to left aunt Sangeeta and Rehab.We all had booked 1 car and one is of our own.On that day we had to move from here for Delhi airport at 3:00 pm.After 3-4 hours we enter in Delhi, but before going to airport we go to my uncle's home where I met to my uncle as well as my aunt and my cousins. After moving from there after half hour we reached to airport;there my look was as a foreigner so all were saying to me that we think Teenu will go Australia. There we left Rehan and his parents and came from there. That was my last meeting with Rehan .I left there Rehan but not our sweet and lovely moments which we spent together. Today also when I think about him tears automatically come from my eyes.

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You are the reason I smile Every time I happen to fail Because, when I think about you I know all hope isn't lost yet And I can even beat the worst ever Monday blues Your never-say-die spirit is tough to beat Even when it comes to someone like Rahul Gandhi It's what makes you such an awesome poet Not to mention, a bestselling novelist A truly intersectional feminist And last but not the least One of the fiercest anti-caste activists Of course, I know you haven't even properly met me However, you have made an impact upon me Which is utterly impossible to forget Really, I have to admit You have made me think more positively And act more independently Which has done wonders for my mental health Also, have you taught me to keep up the faith Even when I have been at my nadir Therefore, is it no wonder That you are an inspiration to one and all Thanks to you, even when we fall We know how to rise again And smile through our pain You are a powerful voice of change In a country that is thoroughly resistant to change You speak what most of us are afraid to speak And inspire even the meek You call a ***** a ***** Your keyboard is the sharpest blade Finally, you awaken those who are asleep And give a red alert to those who are merely pretending to sleep You know, whenever you enter my mind I feel a quiet but fierce pride Certainly, has God been kind To present me with the opportunity Indeed, a very very special opportunity To come across such an incredible human being Without whom, am I nothing! May the Lord bless you with everything Which you deeply crave for Dear Comrade, please keep fighting and do take care Jai Bhim!! Vaazhga Periyar!!

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Sep 5, 2024

Sep 5, 2024 at 3:04 AM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

My Greatest Inspiration

You are the reason I smile Every time I happen to fail Because, when I think about you I know all hope isn't lost yet And I can even beat the worst ever Monday blues Your never-say-die spirit is tough to beat Even when it comes to someone like Rahul Gandhi It's what makes you such an awesome poet Not to mention, a bestselling novelist A truly intersectional feminist And last but not the least One of the fiercest anti-caste activists Of course, I know you haven't even properly met me However, you have made an impact upon me Which is utterly impossible to forget Really, I have to admit You have made me think more positively And act more independently Which has done wonders for my mental health Also, have you taught me to keep up the faith Even when I have been at my nadir Therefore, is it no wonder That you are an inspiration to one and all Thanks to you, even when we fall We know how to rise again And smile through our pain You are a powerful voice of change In a country that is thoroughly resistant to change You speak what most of us are afraid to speak And inspire even the meek You call a ***** a ***** Your keyboard is the sharpest blade Finally, you awaken those who are asleep And give a red alert to those who are merely pretending to sleep You know, whenever you enter my mind I feel a quiet but fierce pride Certainly, has God been kind To present me with the opportunity Indeed, a very very special opportunity To come across such an incredible human being Without whom, am I nothing! May the Lord bless you with everything Which you deeply crave for Dear Comrade, please keep fighting and do take care Jai Bhim!! Vaazhga Periyar!!

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Rahul, Rahul, Rahul. You loveless monster. Do you smoke? Because smoke is all that there is, nobody sees your face. Nobody knows what you look like. A faceless **** Head drowned in sadness, and the rest of your body shivers like a tuna pulled out of water, except you don’t die. You do not die. You are rather a vampire, that **** on people's lives. But I tried, God, I tried. Dragged your head out, and ****** in all the sadness from your lungs, blew life in you. I held you, and hugged you, and held my breath for too long. I kissed you with your stinking breath. Do you even ******* remember? When you kissed me? And I danced? You went back home to take a **** and didn’t reply for 3 days, and then said you can’t do it, and wrote about me. "we are all here to break someone's heart". you said you're sorry and then laughed on a joke you remembered about a drowning man and his mistress. I've had enough of you, so here's what I'm gonna do. dance on your grave and spit on your food, because Rahul, Rahul, you ******* I'm through.

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Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC

jottingdowninfinity

Rahul, Rahul, Rahul

Rahul, Rahul, Rahul. You loveless monster. Do you smoke? Because smoke is all that there is, nobody sees your face. Nobody knows what you look like. A faceless **** Head drowned in sadness, and the rest of your body shivers like a tuna pulled out of water, except you don’t die. You do not die. You are rather a vampire, that **** on people's lives. But I tried, God, I tried. Dragged your head out, and ****** in all the sadness from your lungs, blew life in you. I held you, and hugged you, and held my breath for too long. I kissed you with your stinking breath. Do you even ******* remember? When you kissed me? And I danced? You went back home to take a **** and didn’t reply for 3 days, and then said you can’t do it, and wrote about me. "we are all here to break someone's heart". you said you're sorry and then laughed on a joke you remembered about a drowning man and his mistress. I've had enough of you, so here's what I'm gonna do. dance on your grave and spit on your food, because Rahul, Rahul, you ******* I'm through.

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A solitary orchid bloomed. Just one blossom in this arid land, Once, once I thought I'd found you, but, my words fall on deaf ears, I see you in the distance, But you are never near. In this the land of starry nights, my impression is that you're out of sight, what once was ours made me complete, now, I cannot feel you, I can only sense you, while, all you do, is creep further away from me. Sweet lady, I want no freedom. (C) Livvi

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Jul 27, 2014

Jul 27, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC

olivia-kent

FOR RAHUL (a requested poem)

A solitary orchid bloomed. Just one blossom in this arid land, Once, once I thought I'd found you, but, my words fall on deaf ears, I see you in the distance, But you are never near. In this the land of starry nights, my impression is that you're out of sight, what once was ours made me complete, now, I cannot feel you, I can only sense you, while, all you do, is creep further away from me. Sweet lady, I want no freedom. (C) Livvi

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The Prince of Tripura Prince of Music Only child of Sachin Dev A king amongst composers Was born Rahul Dev Toddler cried in 5 notes Hence named Pancham Livelihood in Music Like fish to Water Tabla and Harmonica Learnt playing in order Compose for movies Ready for the struggle Breaking in impossible Dream remain a dream Assisted father A legend peak of career To fill in the coffers Nobody knew What he had to offer Insults swallowed Rejections followed Years in limbo Acted in cameo Waited in the wings till Vijay Anand offeres Teesri Manzil Supported by giants Dazzling Score broke records from yore Straight into people's heart like never before Musician he was not He was the Music Talent Skill Genuis All words in the dictionary Couldn't fit his personality Yet to find a word so true To describe his music pure No pinnacle No Nadir Music has a scale He doesn't Genre didn't matter What was flowing was a river Your ability to take Was the music that came Thinking and Doing Duality hed overcome Music written and scored Magic Wand in hand One stroke up and down Tunes piled up on the Gramaphone 500 films 3 Decades Immortality achieved No point counting Still flowing Music still gushing Immeasurable Enough inside No bar time or tide Beethoven Bach Mozart Monet Van Gogh Picasso Forever remain their art Likewise the Burman Craft

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Jan 25, 2021

Jan 25, 2021 at 3:19 AM UTC

Srikanth

PANCHAM

The Prince of Tripura Prince of Music Only child of Sachin Dev A king amongst composers Was born Rahul Dev Toddler cried in 5 notes Hence named Pancham Livelihood in Music Like fish to Water Tabla and Harmonica Learnt playing in order Compose for movies Ready for the struggle Breaking in impossible Dream remain a dream Assisted father A legend peak of career To fill in the coffers Nobody knew What he had to offer Insults swallowed Rejections followed Years in limbo Acted in cameo Waited in the wings till Vijay Anand offeres Teesri Manzil Supported by giants Dazzling Score broke records from yore Straight into people's heart like never before Musician he was not He was the Music Talent Skill Genuis All words in the dictionary Couldn't fit his personality Yet to find a word so true To describe his music pure No pinnacle No Nadir Music has a scale He doesn't Genre didn't matter What was flowing was a river Your ability to take Was the music that came Thinking and Doing Duality hed overcome Music written and scored Magic Wand in hand One stroke up and down Tunes piled up on the Gramaphone 500 films 3 Decades Immortality achieved No point counting Still flowing Music still gushing Immeasurable Enough inside No bar time or tide Beethoven Bach Mozart Monet Van Gogh Picasso Forever remain their art Likewise the Burman Craft

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