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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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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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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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 ends.

Starting off with the strongest piece

sacrificed as they were more in number, 

The opponent too lost his strongest piece

but it was only one moving all directions.

As it went interesting with 

diagonals alone left for both,

both decide to give up their victory.

Yet they won in their own ways. 

It is not only game of chess

But the game of life with 

diagonals of improvement,

different skills as strengths.

M. ARUN KUMAR

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MY POETIC JOURNEY

Pausing myself from harsh reality,

I decided to find morality

for the page that I started

which was temperorily departed

Starting off with no consent,

I started off with lone content.

Sharing it in every social media

I searched myself in Wikipedia

With no idea on other features,

I sent it to my english teachers.

Their reviews were very good

Also they made understood

 

My first content was my best

and nothing to say about rest.

All these made me take a break

to improve from my mistake.

I longed for a change in perception

to make my content an exception

I waited for a good reception

but it ended up in deception

Though it had a hidden meaning,

it was lost in my word level screening

Vocabulary was not so hard to find

to have my poem to be designed.

All it needed was a perfect combination

of creativity and words for communication.

I went on and on and on with studies

I found some more new buddies

As my previous poem flopped,

my idea of writing was dropped.

Days passed by with no post

My friends continued to roast.

As a full stop to this greatest talk,

I decided to surprise them like a hawk.

Finding my blog in Google search,

improved my confidence to research.

Starting with no big round of applause,

I decided not to leave or pause.

With no content for more than a year,

my blog was still the first to appear.

Comma replaced fullstop this time

My words conveyed more than a mime

From giving visuals for imagination

with intricate details in every narration

I continued for elders in english with grace 

giving others a chance to read at their pace.

New vocabularies and grammar joined my find 

for my poem to shine in its own kind.

M. ARUN KUMAR

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- ARUN KUMAR

SUMMER IN VIT

Places, places, and places

That everyone longs to find.

In summer, crowds and crowds —

That’s what these places seek to bind.

With minutes passing like hours,

The time runs with newly made

People whom we missed to speak.

This is something newly different.

With slow WiFi and unknown AC,

The library attracts more people,

Searching for ways to pass time

Instead of finding contents in books.

The gazebo and amphitheaters too

Have groups of known people,

The library making unknown strangers

Friends less than mobile and laptop.

Mind runs towards completing

Empty time and known subjects.

This is also a new trail in life

Whose completion gives satisfaction.

M. ARUN KUMAR

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