Sathya Narayana

Gold Star - 7,271 Points [Mahathi] (12-06-1958 / Nellore, Andhra Pradesh)

Sathya Narayana Poems

441. Freedom At Midnight 8/13/2008
442. Die Another Death 9/24/2008
443. Graveyard 3/11/2008
444. A Date With You 6/17/2008
445. My Strength 8/21/2008
446. Let Us Forget 8/1/2008
447. Mother's Plaint 4/22/2008
448. Ant's Queue 10/16/2008
449. Senses 10/6/2008
450. My Dark Nights 9/22/2008

Comments about Sathya Narayana

  • Amanda 'blue' Leigh (11/3/2008 9:19:00 PM)

    You are like a tidal wave...full of salt...full of power...full of water rising, dreams of concsiousness, passion everywhere..*0* amandablueleigh

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  • Ian Singer (9/16/2008 8:41:00 AM)

    i liked your poems and you have been writing a long time i hope you can read mine and comment on them

  • Trey Mason (8/29/2008 9:29:00 AM)

    I Think your poems are cool Hope you read mine and comment on my poems too. I think the arts are great I wish more people found them more exciting but we hope art can save the world or at least be immortal.

  • Hirzel Davids (7/16/2008 6:41:00 AM)

    thank you for the kind comment on my poems. :)
    they made me happy.
    I'm glad you enjoyed them.
    :) . thank you.
    sometime, i will read yours. :)
    they're are awfully plenty. :)
    what a collection! ? : P

Best Poem of Sathya Narayana

My Dark Nights

At the distant verge of the horizon
slowly submerging is the weary Sun
with reddened face
bidding grudging adieus
to his day long drudging
brooding over mandatory next come!

I stood there staring at Him
I wanted to say "Don't depart! "
In an automatic reflex
I lifted my right hand aloft!
Nay! He didn't stop! I wept!

As feared reemerging are my
horror-ogres, with creepy insurgence!
A dirge from distant mountain range
barged inside my fragile core
with harrowing clangour.

Oozing out acid-reminiscenses
from burrows ...

Read the full of My Dark Nights

Ultimate Beauty

When she swayed in sashay
Swans shied in dismay
At a beam of her splendid smile
The full moon waned in shame
When she walked in woods
Greens paled in acquiescence
Bloomers withered in whispering obeisance
Who else can she be?
But the ultimate beauty!

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