This blog is dedicated to Poems - in English & Hindi.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

A Friend Called 'Death'

Death is gorgeous
Death is permanent
Life is temporary
Life is scary

Ref: http://blog.psychicoz.com/really-happens-soul-sudden-death/










Death is the end
Life may be the beginning
Death is ultimate goal
To die with the victory

Ref: Google















Friday, May 6, 2016

An Ode On Your Death Anniversary

4:07 AM Posted by Nikita Dudani No comments
Six years down the line,
I thought everything would be fine.
If not a genuine laugh,
I would be able to fake a smile.

But, things are falling apart,
I feel as I had felt at the start.
Harder and tougher it gets,
To swallow your death fact.

Every memory makes me cry,
My emotions doesn't get dry.
The more I think,
The more I whine.

How can I let go of memories?
They are there in all my life categories.
Why do people tell me to stop?
Can no one see the broken bond?

It's a void of eternity
A vouch of your death certainty.
You are not coming back
And that's what makes me mad.

No hands to hold,
No one near when it gets cold.
Swollen eyes and sly tears
Are the only left honorary measures.

When death separated us,
The only thing I can do was cuss...
All things and people around
Who failed to understand my wound.

The pain and struggle will buried with me,
When I will be able to meet thee.
The only question I will ask,
Why did you leave me, so fast?

What about the promises we made,
The secret pact that we held
O mom, do you ever realise
How troublesome it is with you?

I miss your touch,
I miss your smile,
I miss your love,
I miss your care

I miss your food,
I miss your scolding
I miss you.
Why did you leave without saying adieu?

posted from Bloggeroid

Friday, February 26, 2016

A Life along the Ahmedabad Airport

The sounds of airplanes take off and landing,
Is so mesmerizing.
The early morning walks & evening talks,
Along the Airport footpath;
Allows you to greet you passengers of all sorts.

Clean and broad roads,
And the zip and zap of all traffic modes
Instills an energy in me,
As I become accustom to the rush,
And make schedule as Airport is free.

Credits: http://www.guwentravel.com
The coming and going of VIP’s is so common,
It is like everyday affair.
Stopping to make way for them,
Is an everyday habit,
As I am the first one to glance at them.