I Found A Lonely Me...

Feeble dimmed steps,

Irradiated my eyes

Quilt’s beneath;

Awakened me

From lust in ream,

And broke the infatuated dream.

I moved to see,

I heard some heart throbs;

I found a lonely me.

It looked like day;

Or may be moonlight,

I say.

Fog with desire,

Impounded with ire,

Showed its love,

On my glassy window;

Their sexual intimacy,

Was there at show;

Passion in their cosmos,

Which I couldn’t mow.

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If I Could Fly...

If I could fly,

I would flee high,

Up into the sky,

Where every night is Diwali,

Resides our Almighty,

And his ruling ecstasy.

Where stars are lover,

Of their velvety cover.

Together they form

Constellations among,

Their vast spread out,

Astro miles away,

Their rapping gleams,

And albumen ray.

I sigh,

For if I could defy,

The heated 'Surya',

I would flee high,

Up into the sky,

To lift it up

From the green paddy,

And move it above

Up into the blue howdy.

You have your adorned 'Rath',

But still on every 'Chath',

Why you move slow

And delay in every go?

Don’t make devotees weak,

With your move slow

Again on this festive streak.

Bless us with light

With your intense bright,

Make us brave

And vanish our fright.

Don’t fold our wishes

Into pile of files,

Like those police cases

In our human races,

Which has no ending,

No justice;

And always kept pending.

This time, do some quicky,

Shower us with love

And some happy squeaky.

Or else I will fly,

I will fly high,

Up into the sky,

Where you live in your hive.

I won’t wait

And make my cries thrive,

I have learnt from my races,

So I won’t forget to carry,

A token of bribe…

Copyrights - ANSHUL GAUTAM'S

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(Happy Festive lights, and a very Happy Chath Puja to all my friends... :) )

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My Nanny Granny...

Tucked up in saree nicely

Lit up with makeup lightly,

Fat around with emotions heavy

Lived here my nanny granny.

Does the divinity

And Supreme serenity

Reside in stony deity only?

I asserted

That they belong to my old lady.

With rich inside, and grace allied,

Here lived my nanny granny.

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The Book Seller

Have you ever been alone on a deserted railway platform? Railway platform of small towns always turn desolated by midnight. Flickering tube lights along with gushes of cold wind build a creepy ambience. Well, I am still lucky for having not faced such a situation till now. However I remember one night when I was at such a railway station, and that night might have turned into a haunting for me. Thanks to unexpected arrival of my train on time, and thanks to a book seller I met there.

I was there alone, at Haripur railway station. Nobody was there around except few mendicants in deep sleep, and few dogs that appeared as if they were not alive. I sighed. I looked at my watch; it said it was almost ten at night. My train was scheduled to arrive by 11:10 pm. I once again looked around, trying to find someone that should appear to me alive. I noticed a man near a stall. And he was actually moving. I hauled my luggage and moved towards him. When I reached there, I found that it was a railway book stall, and the man was certainly its owner.

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Oh Time! If you could sublime...

Coveting the time to go slow,

Wishing to hold the moments and dont let them go.

Time is now reminding about my return,

To get ready and go about turn.

Can you not spare me this time?
Let me enjoy more,
I am making castles of sand,
And with playing music band,
I am roaming ashore.
Have some wait,
A nap of relaxing bait.
You move on and on,
You never stop
To regret what’s gone.
Why are you so “unhearty”?
Why you never pity Oh dirty?
Is that so because you can’t die?
Oh Come on! It’s just a lie.
Whom will you live with
If we are not here
To pay you rich.
Leave your taste of lime,
Go hearty, and sublime.
Let us live some more,
Making castles of sand,
And with playing music band,
Let us roam some more ashore.
Are you jealous of our laugh?
Stop your poking,
Trying to make them dwarf.
Be with us,
With our joy luminous,
Don’t cut them away,
With your ticking array.
Let us live some more,
Making castles of sand,
And with playing music band,
Let us roam some more ashore.

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Copyrights  - ANSHUL GAUTAM

 

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My Childhood Shelf...

The floor is now squeaky,

Walls bleached out,

And have turned dingy.

Scribbled with my name,

Stairs look the same.

Frames have gone empty,

Paintings lost their colours,

And Look no more dainty.

I wonder that I still remember,

The key to my room’s lock,

Still tough & as hard as rock.

My room where I lived,

My gloom that outlived,

And I am back here,

With my eyes wet,

Riding my childhood gear.

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Happy Facebooking... :)

Advent of facebook has affected us. It has affected us with our way of living. It has its effect upon the way we used to share our day to day incidents. And the most important effect which I think is, on our friendship with people. It has provided a bridge for friendship. And through that bridge, reaching out people has become very easy.

Now my each morning begins with few tappings on my phone to open facebook, and check for my latest notifications there. Similar is the case with most of us. Just think that if facebook was not around, how our way of living would have existed then? It would have lived then still contemporary. No new quick friends, no sharing of thoughts on a common platform and outdistanced people distanced away forever. Luckily facebook edited our living and made it more social.

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I am Happy...

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