Poems by Kailash

V.I.P.

a poem by

Kailash

Let the VIP come into your home
but don’t let him in his way;

Let him have a meaning
but don’t let him alone to mean;

Let him be your soul
but don’t let him to become a sword;

Let him have an end
but don’t let him to justify his end;

Let him to unveil himself
but don’t let him to be a VIP

Let us see who the VIP is
YES! the VIP is MONEY!!!

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You

a poem by

Kailash

If you are unknown to you,
You are as good as any common;

If you say that you know all about you,
You are as good as any fool;

The exploring adventure into you
Should never, never and never

Come to an end.

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Love – 2

a poem by

Kailash

Across the gateway of my heart
I wrote NO THOROUGHFARE

But LOVE came laughing by
And cried I ENTER EVERYWHERE

After all, I have spent all my days
Whether in attempts to FORGET or REMEMBER you

You can NEITHER understand
the secret of a grain of a sand
NOR probe the depth of a drop of water

Everytime I look at you
I exact a fresh promise from you

Just as I receive a new message
Each time you look at me

Don’t FORGET to REMEMBER me
Don’t REMEMBER to FORGET me

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Love – 1

a poem by

Kailash

All the beautiful things
in this world
reminds you often

Off-course all the things
which reminds you are
all beautiful

This world becomes so special
because of some people

To my small world
it’s because of YOU

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Self

a poem by

Kailash

Upon every foot fall
They tread who fall
On someone’s feet;

I can’t
In a no man’s land
Held slipping on my own;

No prints on the sand
No tell tales
Only self the beacon

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Pitying the Self

a poem by

Kailash

Those who call it
a distance
Let them do it

To me
it is one
That has grown with me

One moment
you feel like tearing it
apart

The next moment
you feel like fondling it
still

I have not learnt
to live without it

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Beauty

a poem by

Kailash

Beauty in things exist in the mind
Which contemplates them

Remember the most beautiful things
In this world are useless

For example PEACOCKS and LILIES

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Pencil

a poem by

Kailash

A pencil is nothing
But a piece of wood
Having a kernel in it;

It won’t become a pencil
Unless YOU sharpen it;

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Logic

a poem by

Kailash

The logic behind everything is
Either logically ILLOGICAL
Or illogically LOGICAL

As if happening over the centuries
Either regularly IRREGULAR
Or irregularly REGULAR

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Egotism

a poem by

Kailash

He who falls in love with
Himself will have no rivals

To love oneself is the beginning
Of lifelong romance

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Failure

a poem by

Kailash

There is the greatest practical benefit
In making a few failures
Early in life;

Allow yourself to FAIL
Because failures are the most powerful currencies
In this world

It can even BUY SUCCESS with it

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