THE SUMMER THAT STAYED...

Long days stretched without an end,

Bare feet tangled in warm, soft sand,

Clinging to knees marked with small wounds of play,

Even the sun struggled to make us tired.

The smell of grass, the taste of ice,

Sticky hands and sunburned cheeks,

Every hour brought a new surprise and story,

In those long days that felt like weeks.

Laughter floated on the summer breeze,

Sunset colors faded slow and sweet,

We chased the light until the stars appeared,

The night embracing us with silent breeze.

As seasons change and years move on,

Those golden hours still remain,

Like sunlight through the trees.

A sweet, remembered summer dream.

ARUN KUMAR M

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- ARUN KUMAR

A MOON'S SOCIAL MEDIA FEED

Another sunset selfie from Earth —

With hashtags filling captions,

I got a thousand likes in seconds,

And the next minute, no traffic followed.

I tagged the Sun — he left me “seen,”

Too bright to care where I have been.

Too busy being the center of everything,

Sometimes he reacts by dropping fire.

Mercury buzzes — glitch and flame,

Too fast for likes or digital fame.

His stories flash, then fade away,

His post vanishes while he runs away.

Venus blocked me — again.

But she posts in mist, in filtered night.

Too perfect to engage or care,

She crafts beauty that burns to touch.

Earth barely glances up at me,

Yet builds her myths on how I would be.

She’s trending daily, always live,

With oceans, forests and love that thrive.

Selfies with flags and scars —

Mars captioned: “Still waiting for visitors.”

He’s trying too hard.

But swipe left — there’s no air.

Jupiter shouts in stormy loops,

“Check out my moons!” he proudly brags.

Saturn blogs in velvet tone,

His ring aesthetic all his own.

Uranus spins a sideways tale,

With secrets drifting on the icy breeze.

Neptune hums in liquid blue.

Cold punchlines and jokes follow in frozen light,

Pluto lingers, small and shy—

A quiet blur beyond the frame

The last post fades, the feed runs dry,

The universe logs off — no more to claim.

ARUN KUMAR M

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- ARUN KUMAR

MIRROR NEVER LIES...

A glass before him smiled,

as if it shared his joy.

It was an empty room, and

it was his only companion.

The silence sounded loud, 

interrupting the glass's smile.

Fear began to haunt his past,

and the glass trembled in reply.

With its edge, imperfect but whole,

the glass shone like his conscience, tilting 

gently in the breeze, towards the faintest light 

slipping through a broken wooden window.

His loneliness gave him time to see,

how life went wrong gradually,

from a small fight’s silent start,

to a tangled mess that broke his heart.

His short temper pushed him away

from a love that wanted him to stay.

His attitude settled, but patience remained

a challenge he still struggled to gain.

He chose to be with her, not to understand.

What once was good turned harsh and cold.

His flashes faded before they could last,

waiting for love to come and meet him at last.

His house and mind both needed care,

The glass lay shattered upon the floor.

The frame of his conscience emerged to stare,

Reflecting the guilt he could bear no more.

His cry was loud enough to fill the silent room.

His tone grew softer as patience began to bloom.

Joy filled his girl’s heart, sparked by his change.

She was ready to stay; he was ready to understand.

ARUN KUMAR M

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- ARUN KUMAR

THROUGH DUST AND RAIN...

Standing by the window, 

She glimpsed a lightened thunder

through a murky window

dusting her face in silence.

The noise of people around 

overshadowed the whisper of rain.

Reading beneath a quiet lamp,

the world fading, page by page.

Waiting for her time to sleep,

she was ready to leave to nowhere.

She knew - this might be her last,

her body whispered a quiet farewell.

The air around her stilled

and the rain also hushed 

Even the noise seemed to fade,

as if to bid her a kinder goodbye.

But the pages still waited for her -

strangely unfinished, unspoken,

that made her sad enough

to leave them behind.

The book began as a rainy thriller,

where a happy-go-lucky young man,

once fearful of conflict,

transformed into a lone hero,

pulling himself into an unexpected adventure.

Unaware of the looming end, 

his battle started with goons and fools.

The pages turned, ending with the child alone,

crying for the hero's fatal death.

There were pages left to fill her death,

as she took one last glance of her father.

But she forgot that no one would carry her illness,

for the goons and fools had already sealed her fate.

ARUN KUMAR M

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- ARUN KUMAR

A SIMPLE SMILE

It was a frantic day

For those two souls I held,

Employed not for pay,

But for the bond we shared.

My life revolved around 

Their fleeting moments of joy.

Yet time twisted paths,

Turning my presence into their woe.

With the anger I unleashed upon them,

I felt unworthy of their love,

A burden, striving to be their breadwinner,

Yet falling short of their expectations.

Caught in a slump, I sought a spark.

With troubles and trolls around the corner,

I wish to spare no effort

To bring them a simple smile.

ARUN KUMAR M

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- ARUN KUMAR

NEW STORY

Embarking on a writing adventure,

Few tales of experience surfaced from nowhere,

To offer a fascinating glimpse of 

My so called simply boring life. 

Perseverance emerged high to compete

With that unclear mirror in my past.

Games dwindled as I mingled

With books that dabbled my time.

Knowledge started to flourish once again,

Turning loud noises into unheard whispers.

Time mustered everyone's courage  

To handle every new venture.

Tales continued to rekindle memories,

Rendering the artist taken for granted

Juggling between career and passion,

Success stumbled, breeding jealousy around.

Creativity conquers, illuminating the path,

Navigating towards an envisioned future.

The cacophony of reality dissipates,

Clearing the way for heroism to emerge.

The ebullient audience eagerly delved deeper.

Surrounding turned sycophantic,

Creating a vibe as fleeting as sunset.

I paused just before the surreptitious climax. 

M. ARUN KUMAR

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- ARUN KUMAR

CHESS AS LIFE

Forced to beat the clock,

He started to play a game

With squares of black and white,

Filled with pieces of power at the ends.

Starting off with the strongest piece,

Sacrificed, as they were more in number,

The opponent too lost his strongest piece —

The only one moving in all directions.

As it grew more interesting,

With diagonals alone left for both,

Both decided to give up their victory.

Yet they won in their own ways.

It is not only a game of chess,

But the game of life —

With diagonals of improvement,

Different skills as strengths.

M. ARUN KUMAR

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- ARUN KUMAR