This poem is dedicated to all the lovers in the world.


"We were walking along
the lonely road.
The orange maple leaves
were frolicking in the breeze.
The dark clouds
alighted the reddish skies.
The first drop of rain
fell across her face &
Lightened the joy in her.

The scent of soil
diffused fast into the air.
Little creatures sprout out
from their natives,
to celebrate the rain.

She was dancing with delight
Drenched in rain,
Rain drops dripping
From her hair,
she looked damsel.
I ran to the bushes,
came with a bunch of
wild yellow flowers.
I felt this THE MOMENT,
The GOD has orchestrated.
The words came...
Will you be mine forever...???

She took the flowers,
The eyes became moistened,
Tears flowed across
her smiling face.
She walked away saying nothing..."

What is love???
Its something very sacred & precious. More over its something very complicated to explain or define. But sometimes people misinterpret love, they come out with there own definitions of love. Some people say " I failed in love", i say its pure rubbish. Love never fails or make you fail, if so then its not love. I want to say more, but i am winding up.

So give more & more love...

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The sun was setting at the east
& the sky was red.
She was playing with the misty waves,
she the the reincarnation of sea god,
My lady love.
I called her back, i wanted to gift her something.
She came running to me.
I held out an exquisite sea shell to her,
a wide smile seemed between her dimpled cheeks.
She held it close to her heart.
Then came those beautiful words from my heart,
I said I love her.

Then I walked towards the beach,
she came from back
& asked to hold her firmly.
I felt she wanted to tell something.
I bowed down,
she whispered in my ears not to leave her ever.
I promised...
the silent sea & the setting sun witnessed it.
She was firmly holding my hands,
her golden hairs were dancing to breeze.
I kissed her chubby cheeks.
A gleam of love sparkled in her brown eyes...

Then came the evil tide,
he came from nowhere
& nabbed her from me.
I was firmly holding her hand.
My eyes met hers,
they were alluding my promise.
I fought with the evil
to rescue my lady love.
But the callous tide triumphed...

I was left alone in the blue sea with a guilty heart.
Now i walk alone
haunted by my broken promise
I walk alone...

-H@pPy NuTs

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Here comes the first independent poem from Think factory of H@pPy NuTs. Right from the heart. So kindly bear the mistakes of this NEW BORN POET...








Tears Flowed from the
brownish eyes,
Rolled over the
bearded cheeks,
Slowly fell on the paper
and blurred the letters...

Never have i seen
a warrior crying....
Shattered was his heart...
The heart made of stone.
The hands were trembling,
never was the sword shaken
chopping the enemies...

Never have i seen
a warrior crying...
The man had lost his love...
She had gone forever
Never shall she return...

Never have i seen
a warrior crying...
Conquered in life,
not by war,
but by the eternal love...

Never shall the man be WARRIOR again...

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Time was 15 minutes past 2 in the afternoon, double hour of THERMAL ENGINEERING was going on. The temperature inside the classroom was well above 306 Kelvin & lot of murmuring was going on the class. The desk was filled with steam tables, calculators, books & all. I was sitting in between THE PILGRIM & THE RocK StaR [Read till last to know their real names ;)]. Everyone were involved in finding the solution to the problem sir gave.

The problem was related to what will happen to the steam when the pressure drops, isotropic reaction reaction takes place blah blah...

I was busy figuring out how to answer the question & finding values from the steam table. Suddenly The Pilgrim teared a paper from his book & started to write something. I didnt see what he was writing, i thought he might have understood how to find the solutions. After a few seconds i just glanced what he was doing, i saw him writing something else other than the TE problem. I thought "Oh... may be he is writing some letter to the HOD". After a few minutes he just passed the paper to me...

I read what he has written. After reading i felt like hugging him & standing up to congratulate this guy for doing such a great work. He has written a beautiful poem in the middle of TE class!!!

The poem goes on like this:

A lovely little cloud once fell in love

with the bright full moon.

Try as he might,

could the cloud not reach the moon.

The moon amused by the cloud,

winked at him in mock.

For the moon had seen

many such little clouds.

Hurt the cloud cried itself

into rain & fell upon barren land...

And where upon he fell, LIFE was born...

I showed the poem to The Rockstar, he too was excited to read the great creation. All of a sudden he started to argue that we cant imagine 'The Moon' to be a female & all. Pilgrim started to give the explanations, before their volumnes started to increase i just alerted the guys that we are sitting in TE class. The double hour was over within no time & we came out of class typing the poem to forward it everyone. [especially to the girls who love poems ;)]

NB: People with Broken hearts become great poets...

The Pilgrim: Seriene Mohammed

The Rockstar: Visakh.K [ please note its Visakh not Vaisak ;)]

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