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I can spend an eternity
Loving you
But your hands will never
Fit mine
As tidily as a novel
Does in my palms
I hear
I always here

Short sighted me
Long wayward we

Do you feel us
Falling wind dust

Senza Paura





15 hours ago
A Mystery

Mysterious growth in my lines
Deep words drafting over and over Had an impression of poetry Have a will to do it.

Chapters carve a chapter
By order replacing new
My thoughts over love
Most profound pages Imprintedvoyages and wave Build my poetry of mystery.

I never knew that I will
Become one day A poet of love in love A poet of society for society.

Still am not a recognized one
Not as my best Eliot
But have faith in almighty
That, a day will come when I and my mysterious lines Will strike the heart of one and all.

Thala abhimanyu kumar.s
Dated 2016
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S’s poem “A Mystery” is a self-reflective meditation on the poet’s creative journey and his evolving identity as a writer. The opening lines reveal a sense of wonder at his own growth — “Mysterious growth in my lines” — suggesting that poetry emerges from an unknown, almost divine source. His words, though rewritten “over and over,” carry a natural “impression of poetry,” showing both dedication and an instinctive connection to art. The stanza “Chapters carve a chapter / By order replacing new” reflects the continuous process of creation, where every poem becomes a new chapter of self-discovery. Through “voyages and wave,” the poet portrays his art as an emotional and spiritual journey — one shaped by love, experience, and introspection.

In the later stanzas, the poet reveals humility and faith. He acknowledges his transformation — “a poet of love in love, a poet of society for society” — emphasizing his dual purpose of emotional expression and social consciousness. Despite feeling “not as recognized” as great figures like Eliot, he remains grounded and optimistic, trusting that one day his “mysterious lines will strike the heart of one and all.” This closing hope captures the essence of the poem: the mystery of creation, the perseverance of an artist, and the belief that genuine art eventually finds its way into the hearts of people. The poem beautifully blends modesty, aspiration, and faith, portraying poetry not just as an art form, but as a divine calling and lifelong mystery.
A Day After I Wrote

This might be a vague emotion, For the exaggeration I carry for you.
Wild are your movements and,
Natural goes your artistic world,
It's the cycle I don't understand, But I love never to understand.

Believe me to believe you and, Acknowledge you for living me. I live when I see you breathe, I breathe when I hear you live. We breathe, we live in a home, room of own, Not knowing much but ourselves.

I never try to know much as you know, Nor I wish to know as less we know.

Dated: 12/09/2016
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S’s poem “A Day After I Wrote” is a gentle reflection on love, connection, and the inexplicable bond between two souls. The poet begins by admitting the vagueness of his emotions, suggesting that love often defies reason or measure. He admires the beloved’s natural spontaneity and creative spirit, accepting the mystery of her “wild movements” as something not to be understood but cherished. This acceptance of the unknown becomes the essence of love itself — a feeling that is felt, not analyzed. The poet’s tone is tender, introspective, and sincere, capturing the purity of emotion that flows without demand or condition.

As the poem progresses, breathing and living become central metaphors for unity and coexistence. The lines “I live when I see you breathe, I breathe when I hear you live” express an intertwined existence where each partner becomes the other’s life source. Their love forms a self-contained world — “a home, room of own” — where nothing else matters beyond mutual presence and understanding. The final reflection, “I never try to know much as you know, nor I wish to know as less we know,” reveals the poet’s belief in balance and simplicity. Love, for him, is not about knowing everything, but about being together in peaceful awareness, embracing the beauty of not knowing too much — a quiet transcendence of intellect through emotion.
Moving much further
Left to my devices
When made
To pay tribute
To ICE’s disguises
Of crisis diversion
Of funds
To more guns
For whoever
Is willing
To stave off the Huns
Yet of liberty’s
*******
But native born sons
Undermining the crown
Overthrowing the throne
Is the only forever warfare
I condone
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WELL I AM FCKING AROUND I HAVV DONE IT 3 TIMES BEFORE INMY LIFE
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