Thursday, December 24, 2009

peace of mind

i have lost it.
have you lost it too.
is everyone losing it
or selling it.
is it deliberately missing
or misfortune.
should i check the neighbors.
or call the police.
is the concern authorized.
or illegal.
have i lost it forever.
the rarest of all matters.
the peace of mind.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

ruins of season




Why is that
the winter’s moon swallows the warm isolation
and stars shine brighter?

Why is that
the summer’s shadow unfold the memoirs of pain
and separations mock louder?

Why is that
the rain’s tear and heart’s rain merge well
and reflects the face colder?

Why is that
the season of problems evergreen
and the modern happiness molder?

Friday, December 11, 2009

Angel Timei


the little fingers.
the tiny nose.
the cold hand.
the bigger hose.

the innocence.
the remorse.
the priceless smile.
the cheap sorrow.

the small dream.
the big domain.
the little beauty.
the ugly pain.

the da da di.
the di di da.
the pregnant dictionary.
the hollow ha ha.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Viper ,The Pied Piper

A revolution of rats
Ordained to hole the hats
Under the shield of the night and the lamps of ardor
“Let’s take an oath to dictate all human’s larder”.

Inside the womb of darkness
Presided a giant, sly snake
“Great hogwash at parliamentary sessions
Can only be a part of rat’s obsessions.”

But all politics is not a game.
Be a dictator or some fame.
The power of individual will
Was for eternity an unsettled bill.

On the 'D day',
when rat-men with their swords
Blew the war trumpet
To conquer the indolent lords

The nature of calamity barked
And thus the calender was marked

At finale when humans were tired
Ingress of savior 'the viper' was hired

With each slithery change, he calmed the hyper
That’s how he became the legendary Pied Piper.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Thinking is Evil

allow the heart to think,
and it will bleed.
the blood will not be red,
but the color of devil.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

matter of void




You can think and dream
But can you touch  thoughts?

You can possess a heart,
But can you touch love?


You can bleed and lament,
But can you touch pain?

You can dance and laugh,
But can you touch happiness?


You can destroy or die,
But can you touch death?

You can create man
But can you touch god?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

color of void

Don’t ask me the reason of my color.
It was here, I saw you.
It was here, I painted myself.
Winds of time claimed a shade.
Water of emotions burrowed one.
But nothing tainted the color of void.
It’s still the colorless.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Triveni


I was pregnant.
My mind was its womb.
This remembrance I now write,
On its tomb.
Born on a piece of paper,
My fingers were shaping it.
Day and night, hours and minutes,
With steps of mind and heart’s bit.
Suddenly the world saw it
Suddenly my child became outsider
Soon I was abandoned
Soon they casted the divider.
I heard my child’s cry
I heard my soul die
I folded my heart under  the pocket
I graved the verdict as in docket
The world is for survivors.
The world is for heads.
My child left for a school,
Where he was taught to be dead.

Friday, August 21, 2009

wings of "i"




I am aware of the world,
but not the way they
want me to SEE.

I am alive for my cause,
but not the way they
want it from ME.

I am here and I am there,
but not the way they
want me to BE.

Keep me out of this law
I am neither a witness nor a judge
Let the wings of isolation
Cross the city of grudge.

Monday, August 3, 2009

beast frnd




Beauty of my friend

Like my concealed emotive trend

U are a river with comical bend

I am a refusal of every plastic mend

And this story has no the end.

Monday, July 20, 2009

solitude truth of thinking heart

Did I smile in the most natural way?
What a Sin! I shouldn't have done that.
Did I cry with true drops in my eyes?
Damn! I should have used glycerin for that.
Did I open my heart out in public?
Shit! they might see my origin.
Did I share my thoughts and ideas?
Alas! they might steal it or scratch them.
I stand naked with nothing of my own.
Its all yours:
O great world, your great people.

I owned nothing.
I own nothing.
I will own nothing.
My sin is of a man,
Who has seen ,faced ,slaved by ruins of life.
No one to save;Everyone to blame.
Leave me all alone!
Forgive for being human.
A human with a heart to torture,
An a mind to kill.
Forgive for being human.
A human with a heart of morals,
And a mind of intellect.
Forgive for being human,
Of mediocrity.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Contemplation




Of the face


The mirror remarked reflection of a cynical in race.

But surely a display-able case.


Of the brain


Filled with moments of smile and pain.

Notion of design, drops of tear and song of rain.


Of the heart


Which remain available to all but states to be single.

Dance pleasurably on a retiring jingle.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

a stranger

i was in dreams,distant from realism.
got up to see,the depth of this exotic sea.
it was in winters when a "ghost" broke the spell,
i realised:realness is neosis of the hell.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

randomness of devil's mind



















i rule the kingdom of fallacy.
i lie to no one but all.
that's not in books but in policy.
devil is what they call.

into the webs i stitch
i make men dance
by raising the pitch
and foxing chance

i am the reason why
human is not god
man is always wounded n cry
"life is odd".

i am in mind from where i plot
i am in heart which i clot

randomness of devil's mind
written and felt to be unkind.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

ROAD DIRECTING























Searching the road
to travel alone
with my heart and mind
the only companion

End is out of view
this path travelled by a few
Stones will make it hard or maybe harder
but finally nothing seems farther

Don't tell the world
about the times you failed
as it gonna reduce
the people taking this road..

Truth is victim,
follower are often called insane
still are the strongest
who choose to walk through this lane..

Look into yourself
Look at the way
Many questions will
answer you that day..

i wrote this poem on 25th march 2008.

i choose the path then.
i walked through it again.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Austerity

In the hearts of men,
In the hearts of system,
Virtues and vices dwell,
And i remain unaccustomed.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Concern



















Is the world sleeping tonight?
Blanket of iniquity hiding the light.

Can you hear the songs on the streets?
Weeps the guitar by its grievous greets.

Where are the eyes of humanity?
A new neighborhood of anonymity.

Who holds the hand of truth?
In this morbidity.

As I see the world tonight.
When nothing seems right.
I sleep back in my grave.
As a nonchalant brave.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

My Ambit






























i choose my words,

my vacuous worlds,

my nomadic thoughts,

my mundane happiness,

my homeless dreams,

my ambiguous paths,

my lost love,

my unkempt desires,

some abdicated times,

some blissful moments,

i choose them all

and many more...

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

undefined

standing in the courtroom,
against the feeling of love,
i was building castle of clouds,
as i could hear the crowd.

i was just another victim,
seeking adjudication.

love was smiling
as if cherishing the moment
i was subtle
likes of torment.

the judge came,heeded and announced;
love was the requisitor
to all those novice inquisitor
failing my indefinite claim

he was free again to deceive,
slaying the expectations.

he is brutish divine,
disguised under the fine.
cozening is his aim,
ideal at playing mind's game.

i might sound a little weird
but this fight between us is still on.
we stab each other
and remain the best enemies.
thats how i stand obdurate
with a stony heart in this field.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Moonlight




In the arms of sky

And amid of dancing clouds

Moon notices her tears

Shining bright

on skin sinfully white.

Moon infuses the pain

she carry in her heart.

and taking her away from the

agonizing world of love and life.



Sunday, March 29, 2009

Relief






a few drops are enough for me

to alleviate what is dense and heavy,

to split my burden and anguishes,

to show that i am not that realistic,

to echo the pain,

to enclose the memoir of our poignant end.

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Poet Of Minutes** by Nidhi Sharma is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 India License.
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