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my teachers
are not monsters or deadly creatures
they know how to teach
they are as sweet as a peach
they are so cool
you cant turn them into a fool
cuase they have lots of knoweledge
becuase they did good in school and college
respect them all
small or tall
they know more than me and you
this is very true
they are worth more than gold
so amazing can't be sold
you know in your heart
teachers are part
of your everyday life
so dont end it with a knife
thankyou for reading
 Mar 2015 Nithya Venkat
Kerri
First I met your soul..
It was a thunder-filled vortex, ******* me inside
before I could defy the gravity of it's pull.
There was no time to look. I was there. Inside your soul.
Inhabiting it.
Feeling it billow all around me like a heavy smoke.
Swallowed up by your unmitigated love.
Then I met your eyes...
They matched the color of  perfect exhilaration of your soul.
They danced around inside me like a gust of flurries released in a January storm.
Covering me even deeper.
Then I met your skin...
1000 strikes of lightning burning inside.
Desperate bodies clinging to each other in a swirl of madness,
an undeniable spark that is too vast even for perpetuity.
I know your skin.
I know your eyes.
I know your soul.
 Mar 2015 Nithya Venkat
S
Candle
 Mar 2015 Nithya Venkat
S
There is a darkness in the depths of the heart,
A darkness so consuming and overwhelming,
Able to govern the entire human existence: mind, body and soul.

It is ever evolving to deceive its victims,
To pull them by their toes into utmost  insanity,
Utter unhappiness and painful disposition.
This darkness pervades all,
Eludes all and in doing so,
Corrupts the ever-pure tabula rasa of the innocent.

The innocent turn dark.

But in their darkness,
For every smile and laugh,
There must be good,
There must be happiness,
There must be light.

It is this light that shines through a heart of darkness,
That is able to pervade through the charred sanctities of life,
That can create the slightest keyhole in a resoundingly locked door,
That gives the will to continue,
To search,
And to live.

In every person's heart there is a candle.
A source of light,
A source of happiness
And of serene peace.

Yet,
*It is only able to serve those who light it.
Experimenting with the views of enlightenment philosophers on the good and evil in all of us. Are we inherently good, bad, corrupted or ignorant?
 Mar 2015 Nithya Venkat
Poetic T
Blossom radiates,
a fragrant utopia
natures true art form.
It’s a perfectly golden day
she isn’t loving you less
no obstacle on your way
eating up your space

though fine on surface
you feel inside unrest
of a sighing emptiness
weighing on your chest!

There’s a wind blowing strong
no speck clouds the blue
your ears get birdsong
and you don’t have a clue

what stirs the ache
that finds no easy heal
but for you to break
lose strength of will!

The petals burst in bloom
crowned in sprightly leaves
yet shrouded in gloom
you wonder why heart grieves!
 Mar 2015 Nithya Venkat
Dr Zik
Words with layers of meaning
rushed to come in my mind!
When
A recall springs out of heart in the want of You
And then I feel! Distance between the two
me and You
disappears
And
Fragrance with the news of meeting
spreads in no time!
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Whatever happened to the moments
we lived for
the moments we lived from
electrifying lives
currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance

what do I have to do?
to feel the surge
to feel the spark
to feel alive again?

Is it in the tomes?
Is it in the songs?
Do the muses hold it in the walls?
Is it inside of me?

Searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
To make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again
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