Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Broken heart

Her broken heart

At the verge of tranquil water, sitting like an owl
Whole of the nature is calm but storms in soul.

By saying to her 'bye', her heart someone broke.
A much powerful bomb in her heart, did explode.

She has gone to a body of water, to extinguish,
the heart's burning flames and fire of her anguish.

In a conundrum, whether at shore, would remain lie,
or to get rid of storm, jump into the water and die!

Even water of a lake is less, for calming the storm.
Leaves to time, to cure her broken heart syndrome.

- S. D. Tiwari


Saturday, 16 September 2017

Someone made for me

The world I live, someone made for me.
Structures I see,  someone made for me.
Saved the rivers, mountains and jungles,
plantation of trees, someone made for me
All the factories, buildings, roads, bridges,
car, computer, fridges; someone made for me.
In inventing things and the technologies;
too many sacrifices, someone made for me. 
I can thrive on the right path of the life;
so pretty principles, someone made for me.
To protect and endure, the beauty of earth,
let me add more, to someone made for me.
Let the members of coming generations sing
The world I live, someone made for me.

Sunday, 3 September 2017

Distance

Behind the episode, would have some instance,
She too would have borne, the same distance.

Must have spent, her lonely days, without me;
quiet evenings must have brought same ordinance.    

Would have killed her time, talking to the walls,
but craving always to have on me, a glance.

Must have tried to crush, all her bad times, 

might have not grabbed, any favourable chance. 

Would have tried to move the wheels straight 
would have not found the axis of life, balance.

The spring season, won't have pleased at all 


would've more vital things rather than romance.

Sometimes could hide her pain, sometimes not; 
her heart must have lost whole of the radiance. 



I remember yet


The moment, we first met, I remember yet.
Everything, even the smallest, I remember yet.

One flower I offered to you, and one you to me,
that our neighbourhood park, I remember yet.

When my car got punctured, and on roadside,
for the mechanic, we did wait, I remember yet.  

Lying in your diary, few petals of the flower,
that I gave you years back, I remember yet.

On my birthday, I got an awesome present,
you had sent that packet, I remember yet.

when I came to your home, for the first time 
it's you, who opened the gate, I remember yet.

You prepared tea, and in a tray brought for me 
that time your hands did shake, I remember yet.