"saurabh" poems - Hello Poetry

Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon Colours curdling, water washing every ***** Out of us evil ever going and playing on Land of character cherished by coloured lawn. What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon A folly. Foolish will be called such a conn. Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon Holy played in school is highly pleasing crayon, For Kinar, Aayushi, Kunal. Aryan or John. Monorhyme has one colour, holi many micron. Mital, Mitesh, Vaikhu, SIddhu, Saurabh are don. This day even principal thinks to prevent throne And join joy with teachers - see anxiety thrown. Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon Songs, screams; dance, D.J.; homage and hymn on; This day with Holika heavy burdens and sins thrown. Cruel Hiranyakashyapa was killed; glory was won. Kunal, Arpita, Sandeep, Amit and Shreyas on lawn Play water and colours with cool Pari’s scone In Jalgaon, Agra, Kanpur, Karanja, Surat or Bonn. Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon

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Nov 19, 2017

Nov 19, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC

ksjpari

HOLI FOR SCHOOL ASSEMBLY IN ALLITERATION

Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon Colours curdling, water washing every ***** Out of us evil ever going and playing on Land of character cherished by coloured lawn. What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon A folly. Foolish will be called such a conn. Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon Holy played in school is highly pleasing crayon, For Kinar, Aayushi, Kunal. Aryan or John. Monorhyme has one colour, holi many micron. Mital, Mitesh, Vaikhu, SIddhu, Saurabh are don. This day even principal thinks to prevent throne And join joy with teachers - see anxiety thrown. Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon Songs, screams; dance, D.J.; homage and hymn on; This day with Holika heavy burdens and sins thrown. Cruel Hiranyakashyapa was killed; glory was won. Kunal, Arpita, Sandeep, Amit and Shreyas on lawn Play water and colours with cool Pari’s scone In Jalgaon, Agra, Kanpur, Karanja, Surat or Bonn. Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon

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Tumble down, fall part, fragment, Become the figment of the imagination, that enchanted your dreams. Create the spell, Beautiful and powerful, like the whispers of Merlin Torch that dark sky. Scorch, blacken and smoulder, Mold thou from the ashes, The Fortune of a Moghul. Hold your head high, Become that figment of your imagination, Jiggery pokery your spell; Roar like a Dragon, that wit and intelligence, The world shall bow to you. Saurabh.

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC

saurabh-tak

Figment of the Imagination

Tumble down, fall part, fragment, Become the figment of the imagination, that enchanted your dreams. Create the spell, Beautiful and powerful, like the whispers of Merlin Torch that dark sky. Scorch, blacken and smoulder, Mold thou from the ashes, The Fortune of a Moghul. Hold your head high, Become that figment of your imagination, Jiggery pokery your spell; Roar like a Dragon, that wit and intelligence, The world shall bow to you. Saurabh.

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A message a message is all I waited for, Empty, empty screens, was all I got. Saurabh.

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC

saurabh-tak

I can't figure out a name

A message a message is all I waited for, Empty, empty screens, was all I got. Saurabh.

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Jimmy Boom Semtex is into many things. Writing is one. His varied work includes poetry, prose and stories on a variety of topics. Erotica like his Fire Extinguisher Man series, poetry on current world events, horror stories and more besides. Jimmy loves getting tattooed, listening to alternative music, drinking beer and living a simple but fulfilling life. Check his Facebook page out. He's working on new ****** stories and a poetry collection. His writing career is diverse and so are the authors/poets/writers he’s collaborated with like Filipina poetess Shy Lhen Esposo and Indian Saurabh Pant. Jimmy Boom Semtex is a pen name of Nick Armbrister.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

Bio

Jimmy Boom Semtex is into many things. Writing is one. His varied work includes poetry, prose and stories on a variety of topics. Erotica like his Fire Extinguisher Man series, poetry on current world events, horror stories and more besides. Jimmy loves getting tattooed, listening to alternative music, drinking beer and living a simple but fulfilling life. Check his Facebook page out. He's working on new ****** stories and a poetry collection. His writing career is diverse and so are the authors/poets/writers he’s collaborated with like Filipina poetess Shy Lhen Esposo and Indian Saurabh Pant. Jimmy Boom Semtex is a pen name of Nick Armbrister.

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On the foggy window glass, In the snow that raw, My finger rubbed past the dew, To catch a glimpse, Of fog and benumbed, Outside of the car window. My eyes desire a little sunshine, My skin, a little warmth. Ears urge for her chirping, Lips, the touch of hers, Hands, a stroke in her hairs, Body, to have a shadow besides hers. The sun shined shyly over the meadows, To hide back in clouds, As if it kissed the snow - a good foggy day. Conifers stand tall, covered in snow as if a white ghost, Sailing with the wind, snow shifted -revealing a green arm, Only to muddle the sleeping fox beneath. Relishing in my state- haywired, A smile played on her, if only, for an instant, to leave me mortified. My devotion for her- untouched. Masked, my feelings rattled, Green eyed- I explode. Saurabh.

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Aug 11, 2016

Aug 11, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC

saurabh-tak

Road Trip

On the foggy window glass, In the snow that raw, My finger rubbed past the dew, To catch a glimpse, Of fog and benumbed, Outside of the car window. My eyes desire a little sunshine, My skin, a little warmth. Ears urge for her chirping, Lips, the touch of hers, Hands, a stroke in her hairs, Body, to have a shadow besides hers. The sun shined shyly over the meadows, To hide back in clouds, As if it kissed the snow - a good foggy day. Conifers stand tall, covered in snow as if a white ghost, Sailing with the wind, snow shifted -revealing a green arm, Only to muddle the sleeping fox beneath. Relishing in my state- haywired, A smile played on her, if only, for an instant, to leave me mortified. My devotion for her- untouched. Masked, my feelings rattled, Green eyed- I explode. Saurabh.

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Clutched her hand, in mine Brushed her index, with my thumb and finally the stupidity became words I asked Have been in this world for long, I want a world of my own Would you be that? Would you be that? The answer, quite sure, I knew before yet The question still lingers, in the aura of the silence in the beauty of the moment in the warmth of her touch Sheepishly she snapped, what if, I accept Our story 'll be, just another one of thousands Aye, it 'll be one of the thousands though it 'll be the only one in my world. Entangled in herself, Beaming in her past, the one glaze she passed made the answer quite clear, yet The question still lingers, in the aura of her silence in the beauty of the moment in the warmth of her touch. Saurabh.

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Aug 10, 2016

Aug 10, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC

saurabh-tak

Proposal . .

Clutched her hand, in mine Brushed her index, with my thumb and finally the stupidity became words I asked Have been in this world for long, I want a world of my own Would you be that? Would you be that? The answer, quite sure, I knew before yet The question still lingers, in the aura of the silence in the beauty of the moment in the warmth of her touch Sheepishly she snapped, what if, I accept Our story 'll be, just another one of thousands Aye, it 'll be one of the thousands though it 'll be the only one in my world. Entangled in herself, Beaming in her past, the one glaze she passed made the answer quite clear, yet The question still lingers, in the aura of her silence in the beauty of the moment in the warmth of her touch. Saurabh.

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We are, but stories - walking and talkin, each one unique, each one gawkin, Stories unheard and unseen, waiting to be heard and waiting to be seen. Saurabh.

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC

saurabh-tak

Stories!

We are, but stories - walking and talkin, each one unique, each one gawkin, Stories unheard and unseen, waiting to be heard and waiting to be seen. Saurabh.

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