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Ksjpari Aug 2017
Rakesh Rai is as sweet as sugar;
Whenever you are in deep anger
Go to Rakesh, Anti-hatemonger;
He never his duties did Malinger
He has been as sweet as sugar;
Sooths one down and is eager
To help whom problems appear.
I never found him an Ogre;
With him I always felt stronger
He can easily fight wildest tiger.
He is a tiger in education stronger
Who advised to stay Sanket eager;
But as I had Monorhyme dearer
I left such a strong man ever.
Regret though Sanket have, Sugar
Will leave me and my poem never.
Problems does not persist longer
With him let it be old or younger.
With him tensions, no doubt, linger
A lot of worry and threats augur,
What use is Salad without vinegar;
Hard but useful is Rakesh like timber.
Rakesh sir is as sweet as sugar.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style.
Rakesh Swain Jul 2017
We all are haunted. We all have demons.
Demons that are invisible, invincible.
Some makes us strong others leave us feeble.
Someone once said, you can never completely comprehend
or not even pretend
to understand what's going on in someone's head , not because it's too complicated but because it's not meant for you.
The person may be your family , your love or your best friend, there will always be something in their shadows
hidden and there's not much you can do.
Those shadows are put there to show them where does the light come from.
To push a man in the right direction.
But sometimes when the light is stronger and brighter than it supposed to be,
these shadows grow darker and denser,
taking over eventually.
But even the darkest places on earth let alone in heart ,
can be lightened up with just a spark.
But a man drowned in darkness ,
can't get his hands on the switches that lighten up the room.
He is too blind even to ask for help,
he doesn't see you there but in your heart you know you care.
But the man starts to get skeptical ,
that doubt does nothing but just fastens up the fall.
He ends up shooting in the dark, ends up hurting himself.
Eventually he makes the call.
A deal with the devil.
what he thinks will end it all.

And you stand there ,
watching him drown;
But all you could do is stare.
Give excuses to yourself , how you couldn't do much or nothing at all.
Unwilling to accept that it was also your fault.

We all crave , we all break .
We all love and love can save.
Some demons are invincible
but all demons are avoidable.
You know you love him or her
but that's not always enough.
You have to show, even if a little.
A small thanks or a mild smile
these small things are all that's needed
to light up a spark.
and sparks start fires.
in some cases fires save lives.
- Rakesh Swain.

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