My Truest Feelings
By Siva Subrahmanyam
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1. Dream
The dreams my pen dreams of is;
The nib should be as strong as a diamond.
It’s heart(cartridge) should be filled with ink equal to a river.
There shouldn’t be a cap tp restrict the flow of thoughts.
Motives should be as great as the sky.
The gravity of the motives should be as tough as the earth.
Revolution as focussed as sun rays should touch every life.
Letters which does not have death should drop like pearls.
Letters of pearls should be made into necklaces.
And then those should become words, sentences, essays, books,
lessons, poetical compositions and finally become a humongous library;
and greet everyone, inspire everyone, caress everyone
and firmly settle forever.
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2. Salutation
I swear on each & every raging spark of the flame torch.
I swear on each & every second that time spends.
I swear on every revolution that is reminded by the red flag.
I swear on the rays of light that tear open the dark skies to spread.
O great poet, O saint, I completely bow down to the ink of blood with which you
write...
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3. MOM
You might think she just gave you birth.
Even though she was dying she blew life into you.
She beared even though you kicked; she smiled even if you caused pain & she carried
even if you were heavy.
How selfish is a mother?
Even the mother of a terrorist says/ claims “My Kid” with pride.
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4. Cane Lessons
Mom feeds us food,
Dad makes you do wall chair.
Maybe, the strange combination of the both is a school teacher.
They greet us well when we join the school.
They weep even more when we leave.
Even though they scold in front of all the students,
Even if they punish you with situps & kneel downs,
They encourage you in the right time, and
Praise you like anything when you win,
They give memories as gifts, and
How much ever stubborn the student is; once the teacher’s cane is out of the vault;
the student will say ‘yes my liege’...
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5. Beautiful lie
The moon doesn’t come to us, its a lie. Yet beautiful.
An empty cloud cannot shower rain; its a lie. Yet beautiful.
The magic we see is a lie. Yet beautiful.
Every dream that we get every night is a lie. Yet beautiful.
The beauty of a poem lies in a lie; and the lie itself adds beauty.
6. స
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6. Heaven
Your lip is a flower.
Your beauty is an intoxicant.
Your eye is like a sea wave.
Meeting you is the most sweetest dream.
Your thought and your remembrance is a drug.
Making love to you is a heaven that was not even achieved
By Siva Subrahmanyam
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