Poems published in January 2018

Saga of Change

a poem by Abhay Chhibber

There was a little girl who lived near the banyan tree,
A small hut in the forest, and all over nature to see…

Her morning would start with birds chirping around,
and night would end with howling of the hound…
In the afternoon, she would walk in the field and play,
trying to catch butterflies was how she spent rest of her day…

Her aunt was always worried whenever she went out alone,
and that is why daily she got followed by her uncle stone…
A gun is what her protective uncle always carried,
which was gifted to him by the woman he had married…

It was a bright sunny day, when she got tired, sat and wanted to do nothing more,
and that is when she heard a lion’s roar…
She started looking around and tried to see,
Instead of being afraid, excited was she…

A glimpse of those big eyes was all she got,
Before her uncle took the lion down with his shot…
Her uncle then told her to run back home and hide,
Because other lions were about to come hearing the gunshot in that field wide…

She reached home and told her aunt the same,
They both then hid and prayed the Lord’s name…
Hours passed, then slowly the days,
But he never came back from that maze…

The girl blamed the lions for her uncle to be lost,
She vowed that she’ll take revenge at any cost…
She became a good hunter with her growing age,
She caught many lions and put them in cage…

Torturing and starving them was what she would daily do,
It was now her routine in her own home made zoo…
But one day a shocking news she had received,
Uncle stone returned home, he never was deceased…

He shared the tale of those lions big brown,
Whom he had hunted with help of men from another town…
They were great hunters who came to his aid,
They saved his life and were about to go to next raid…

He then said “I owed those hunters my life”
And “with them I had to leave, but I couldn’t tell you or my wife…”
A misunderstanding this big of the incident that day,
Had changed the girl totally, that’s all she had to say…

With many regrets and sorrow now in her eyes,
She cried and her mistake now she had realised…
She left the cages open and animals were now free,
But no, she was no longer the girl who lived near the banyan tree, whose only hobby was to play and enjoy the natural beauty she would see…

Come to me

a poem by Sujata Pawar

Come to me, when you are lonely,
I will be your friend and companion.

Come to me, when you are hurt,
I will take your pain and heal you,

Come to me, when you are low,
I will raise your spirits and energize you,

Come to me, when you have no one,
I will be your friend and lover,

Than come to me, for you miss me,
And I will enliven this world for both of us.

Hangover in early morning

a poem by Amshudharsai K

I met you unfortunately
Your talk feel me like fog
Inconvenience was my sayings
It was before
Now my glimses of my past
hit me when I fail to match your arm
Babe just hug my looks by your
Turns of walks
Don’t turn this hard
Just drop out of my glimses
I can’t handle this hangover
And moreover you’re my angel

Sole Soul

a poem by Abhay Chhibber

He kept telling himself
it’s about who stays with you
not about what you choose to keep
they gather
they vacate,
they crowd you and leave you to suffocate
they are a herd
who won’t walk the path that steep.

Afraid he was,
with no guidance or any lead,
that’s when he stood up strong and took a leap,
like a Lion walking for-lone,
knowing the rest following are sheep.

They don’t care,
they don’t understand,
as they never took the path that steep
it’s he who walks alone wanders,
and triumphs his own grief.

Always you

a poem by Garima .

Its always your comfort I seek
Its always your heart I sneak
Its always your page I write
Its always your memories in white
Its always your arms I look for
Its always your talks I want more
Its always your hands I wanna hold
Its always lovely when you scold
Its always your lips I wanna kiss
Its always your words that I miss
Its always your shoulder and my head
Its always your unbreakable thread
Its always your beliefs I rely
Its always you for whom I try
Its always a thing between two
Trust me its always you… only you

Story of Night

a poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

So you are lost in dreams so deep whole night
And I longs to hear phone’s beep whole night

At dawn, I realised, my awakening
Though my destiny remained asleep whole night

I know the remedy, I know the toxin..
What to leave, and what to keep whole night

She might have waited for me to take her back
This is what made me to weep whole night

Sharafat, night is to sleep, not to write
Don’t let enemies to creep whole night

Furry Friend

a poem by Ann Jacob

When I look into your eyes
All I see is love
The way you look at me with those big brown eyes
As if nothing else matters in this world
How can my heart hold so much love?
The love that I have for you
It overwhelms me
Takes over my body, mind and soul
When I can’t take it anymore
I hold you in my arms
With your little furry ears flopped to the sides
Your little nose smelling my very essence
Licking my hands to tell me its everything is going to be alright
And then I know
I have found the greatest thing in this world
That will love me
No matter who I am

I call Him Azrael

a poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Is this the end?
I ask ‘Azrael’
Where shall I depart
Where shall I restart
Where to take my heart?
What if the answer is silence
And if
Angel of Death
Steals my breath
And Says:
“We Love you more
Then you adore
Your Leila”
What Shall I say
On that day
When I will be alone on my way

A Visit to Graveyard

a poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

On Thursday evening
I pray near a Grave in Kashmir
Incense sticks
And candles
Lit in bundles
Aroma makes me feel
As I kneel

This is land of my forefathers
Where they rest
I too look for a place nearest
I belong to these graves
Here my soul craves
To sleep till eternity
In the Eden of divinity
What else Should I ask
That has more dignity

Writing again…

a poem by Shailesh .

Took years to pen down
Looked many places of town

Found nothing to crown
Earth is still brown

Trying to keep day slow down
Sleeping is became really grown

Took years to pen down
Looked many places of town

Scattered Beauty

a poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

And then
When the night nighed
Her beauty sighed
She looked again into mirror
Beauty scattered by any error
Her face is a piece of cheater
Expert as liar quite neater
Then smoke emanated
As if my wishes detonated
Glasses broke into pieces
Ashamed of reflecting her face
To my Love, this is disgrace

Common Man through a Magnifying Lens

a poem by Dharitri Bharatbhai Ramanlal

My glance at the common man makes me feel weird,
Always I do wonder where they get this worries reared,
Deity’s puja with which they have their morning geared,
‘Tilak’ with which they always have their foreheads smeared.

With enormous belief system, they always bow down in submission,
The causes of such devotions always being random,
Few of their minds filled with the dreams of mansion,
While the others busy thinking about today’s ration.

Some have their house keys hanging around their waist,
For safekeeping, their owner’s paradise leaves their places in haste,
The warmth of early morning sun, all seasons they get to taste,
Opportunity to earn the single holy bread they don’t want to waste.

Marriages being an integral part of their age,
Invest all their sweat in making this golden cage,
Sooner they start overwriting on their page,
In penning down the needs of their lineage

This monotonous regime takes a toll on their health,
But yet they haven’t amassed any wealth,
All they can do is teach their children about commonwealth,
For them, this is the only way living with stealth.

This is how the ego melts,
The juice of which we all smelt,
Thousands of stories whose depth we felt,
The way in which life is dealt


a poem by Shubham Kamble

Her musky, aged, antique smell.
Every Wrinkle on her face had a tale to tell.
Cracks on her palms, treasured stories of hardships and struggles.
Walked with a limp, like a boulder on her shoulder back.
Didn’t fall even with the deepest toe crack.
I lay my head on her motherly warm lap.
Her silvery smooth flowing hair,
gleamed with pride for her only heir.
She caressed my hair, sent chills down my spine.
Don’t you worry grandma, down here everything is (not so) fine.
Wish you were there for me when I needed you the most.
I will be there in the stars, will meet you once I’m mighty close.

Wishing You

a poem by Amshudharsai K

Hello, my sweet and cute being
I am your friend
How you consider?
I be the same

Your frenzy emotions sound good
And your caring heart just melts me
As I say, you assemble as divinity source
When I am stuck

My heart gets warm, happy
When your cheeks look like glaciers
And your smile just be the childish
Be the person you are

May be principled, weird, crazy, cool
Everything goes when it poisons
I know Sweety you know the act of society
Make your opportunities good

Happy birthday to the dearest friend
And a consern to the society in front
May God give all the happiness
And wish you a bright future

Live, smile, love, LOL
And make your day
As you have to live in present
Wishing you a happy being for your prospects

Invaded Identity

a poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

I am me
Who said this?
So is my body
An invaded custody
Occupied by her
Thoughts and memories
Two sided glossaries
Not a reflection is mine
That would determine
My own identity
Out of my sanctity

I may be a string
Of any cacophonous Sitar
Where she creates
On my wounds
Riot of sounds
Without bounds