KUNAL SETH Poems
|43.||Pictures In My Phone...||11/10/2014|
|44.||Play Your Part...||11/10/2014|
|47.||Quiet Is The New Loud||1/27/2011|
|48.||Use And Abuse||1/29/2011|
|49.||Too Many Frames To Fill…||1/30/2011|
|50.||The Trouble With Me…||3/13/2011|
|51.||The Hardest Part...||4/8/2011|
|52.||The Emptiness Of My Glass||4/10/2011|
|55.||Six Degrees Of Separation….||9/6/2006|
|56.||I Am Gone....||9/12/2006|
|57.||Peter The Pauper….||9/12/2006|
|59.||Out Of Sync...||3/15/2015|
|60.||The Czar Of Nothingness||1/28/2011|
|62.||A Long Road||4/14/2011|
|63.||Colors Of My Life||1/26/2011|
|64.||An Illusion's Life||7/25/2008|
|66.||Sparks And The Signs……||8/10/2006|
|68.||Are You All That I Need?||11/16/2008|
|69.||Blink Of An Eye…||8/9/2006|
Comments about KUNAL SETH
I was hiding something
some underneath my pillow
some in my closet that I'll never open
and some at places that I never know
These were the thoughts that never leave me alone.
They originated from a gypsy heart
some asked 'what is that? '
Its not American, African, Indian or Italian
its my gypsy heart without a companion
sometimes its big sometimes small
Depends on where the feet stop where I am not called
Gypsy heart does not owe anything
but needs everything
it ponders on things unimaginable
hates to explain, so please excuse its ...
Hands Tied, closed lies
Life in full bloom but breathing denied.
Couldn’t fly zeal expired
Crawled to the next seat that was occupied.
Waves in the air, air in the waves
Is it a part of the hollow inside?
Lost sweat, lost force
No heaviness on the leaf, no pride.