POETRY

 POETRY SECTION

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Cry of River

--NIKHIL JOSHI

Long back here was a flow of mine

Flowing unstopped, uninterrupted

Trees, my friends and birds my angels

We all singing songs of nature together

Were living each and every moment

With a soft smile of our smooth sounds

But the cruel fellows

Cut down my friends, my sweet cute neighbor trees

Birds have flied away in search of another sky

And me….?

Just passing day after day

Being thirsty for waters

Waters which long back I had seen

Playing in my lap

But now I am frightened by this human slap.

--NIKHIL JOSHI

nikhiljoshi@gcet.ac.in 

Footprints

--NIKHIL JOSHI

Once upon a time dreams shattered

Buried beneath untrodden path of heart

Sigh of shattering till today

Murmuring in the mind

Blowing baffled 

Music of memories in muteness

Recalls the cute conversations

Unspoken, undelivered, unexplored

And here goes

Days and nights altogether unnoticed

Leaving remarkable footprints.

(Published in An Anthology of English Poetry ‘A POSY OF POESY’

edited by P.Gopichand & P.Nagasuseela (Guntur, Andhrapradesh)

--NIKHIL JOSHI

nikhiljoshi@gcet.ac.in 

Dreams

--NIKHIL JOSHI

Sound sleep of full night

I have never seen

Somewhere on mid-way

Always I meet a crazy cluster of dreams

Near by the lake of dream-land

Suddenly I get embraced by the cluster

Looking at horizons of the starry sky

I sing a call for you..

Saying not to send these crazy dreams

Dreams...which never come true...

And chewing the shadow of moon of memory

I walk along the dreams

On way of dusty desires

That leads me to flames of fire

I warm-up myself by the side of flames

Murmuring muteness of the earth

I wish to escape....really willing to escape...

But my dreams...!!! Oh my dreams...!!!

They never let me go back to my place

Far away when the sun is about to rise

They fly away leaving me all alone

And I come back

Carrying heavy footsteps on my shoulder

Hiding my loneliness all the way...all alone....

All the way... all alone......Longing for where my dreams are gone?

--NIKHIL JOSHI

nikhiljoshi@gcet.ac.in 

THEY CALL ME CRAZY

I see the blossoming colors of flowers

They always gaze at sky-touching towers

And they call me crazy

I witness the dust prints on the way

They have no time that’s what they say

And they call me crazy

I spend time to see lovely smiles

They go everyday miles and miles

And they call me crazy

I love the splendid beauty of rain

They always in hurry for something to gain

And they call me crazy

I love peace and like to love

They at any cost wanna rise above

And they call me crazy

If this way I’m crazy I favor to be

Let them see the way they prefer to see

And they call me crazy

--NIKHIL JOSHI

nikhiljoshi@gcet.ac.in

LET’S TRY TO TOUCH

Have you ever touched my palm?

Have you ever looked at my eyes?

Have you ever felt my heart?

Yes I do have a heart

One which holds

Bulk of feelings

My eyes, where

Cluster of dreams

Do dwell

And flourish everyday.

My palm, yearning for

A moist touch

Craving for

A soulful companion

Here in concrete jungle

Everyone is colored

Don’t just stare at me

Come out…

Out of your skin

The only dissimilarity

Between you and me

Is the shade of this color

Otherwise…

Both of us

Have palm

Have eyes

And have the same colored heart

Come out…

Out of your skin

Let’s try to touch.

--NIKHIL JOSHI

nikhiljoshi@gcet.ac.in

BLOOD AND FLESH

They were waiting…

Waiting for my arrival

On this beautiful planet earth

In the womb of mother

I heard them

Talking about celebration

I felt the touch of mother

I heard her songs for me

I felt the warmth of clothe

She knitted for me

I too was waiting to see her

But now I hear…

I hear them wrangling

Discussing something filthy   

They have come to make out

I’m of the gender of my mother

They are displeased to this

And now…

They are waiting…

Waiting for me to arrive

The womb is getting flooded

By the tears of my mother

Which she could not express to them

I was now waiting…

Waiting for uncertainty…

Why didn’t they slay my mother?

She was too of my gender

Perhaps because she is a useful creature to them

all of a sudden

Something pierced the womb

Scattered me into pieces

Of blood and flesh

They could not wait

Even for my arrival

Only the mother feels

I could not arrive.

--NIKHIL JOSHI

nikhiljoshi@gcet.ac.in

LET”S TALK

Let’s talk but

They are busy

Sending digitalized smiles

On screen

They always write

In same handwriting

Digital one

They have lost

The concern with

Curvy emotions

Flawing on piece of paper

They can read screen

They can write screen

They talk on screen

Screen is all the time with them

But they are with nobody

In lonely crowd

They search companions

Rather followers

They race every day and night

They live second life

Wearing many faces

They did unfair with birds

They stole the rights of birds

And now they twitt

How sweet!!!

They don’t have enough time

To spend on smiles

But they have plenty of time

To spend with smilies

They just die without identity

Because they have got ID.

--NIKHIL JOSHI

nikhiljoshi@gcet.ac.in