Poola Bala Venkat

Poola Bala Venkat Poems

Things that are in life's rush concealed
or feelings in dullness of language buried
are first by a poet clearly perceived
later by the reader's heart received

A friend is no end to send
A smile of heart to mend

Lust is the biggest quest
it's the endless cellular thirst
A mortal's immortal quest
it pushes two bodies closer

When loneliness is life's eternal complexity
That leads to emptiness and perplexity
When future seems so dim and dreary
When the man in mirror makes self mockery

The relentless warriors have no weapons except unity.
unity of the people is the fuel of the movement
that from the hearts of the people springs.
As the blood red sun dawns the pain of the broken sinews

Most men are not wise freedom-wise

Freedom comes only to the wise

When deep desire the love's purity ditches
when the vile world the pure love bitches
Can love's course become ambivalent?
Can ardent love become a complaint?

Black or white is not your sin

I don't hate the color of the skin

Excerpt from my poem 'The Youth'

Youth is not to jettisoning philosophy and embracing technology

walking alone in the quiet street at night
filled with silence and glimmering light
the eyes can not path clearly comprehend
darkness spreads like blanket till the street end

Oh solitary poet in the gloomy graveyard

why hangest here for a promenade

Don't say desire is base
It is love's sweetest face
blame not the desire
It's the fire you can't hire

Can true lovers deny pure love's benediction
For it's fixed in nets of external restriction?
Ney love is not the feeble mind's fiction
It's life's ambition and noble hearts conviction

Bless me with riches but first with honesty

for without honesty there is no gravity

Where the sound quells down to embrace silence
Where the sky sings delighted by mesmerizing nature
amid fields my house stands like a flowering tree
from the tree the sweet poems fall like flowers.

My poem is no fun, it's a word gun
when you've the reading begun
Think that the firing has begun
Remember that I am a stengun

Voici la vue du ciel de ma fenetre
Here is the view of the sky from my window
la nature sourit ici, Le ciel vêt de orange
the nature smiles here, the sky is dressed in orange

when all the thoughts take wings and fly away
the brain is vacant but the love is still nascent
the empty man remains..deathly still
but for the deadly will... waits and waits

when God wants to visit you think sharp

Oh baby! don't bother about make up

Sitting on broken branches of thoughts

why are you watching the buzzing flies

Poola Bala Venkat Biography

Poolabala is a polyglot who speaks French, German, Spanish, Italian, English and Japanese. World Record Holder and world's only ex-phonic writer who wrote books in six foreign languages. He is in world record for the Longest Novel written in the shortest time. He is the first French novelist from India. He is the world's only sonneteer who wrote 200 sonnets in six months time.

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Poem - Sonnet

Things that are in life's rush concealed
or feelings in dullness of language buried
are first by a poet clearly perceived
later by the reader's heart received
In poem's rare words they are poised
later in sweet rhythms they are voiced
Readers minds are by poems enlightened
Their hearts are by their motifs lightened
In poem's light minds from darkness depart
poet's thoughts fragrance to life impart

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