Ni.Bho.

To be told, heard and understood!

These are poems written over time — not planned, just felt.
Some stayed, some changed, but these are the ones that remained.

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Jadugar

Aasman se
tod lau
Chaand taarein
Saj du inn gehma-gehmi waale rasto pr
Rok du yeh traffic
Rok du yeh chel-phel
Ki bas hogayi yeh bhaag daudi

Jaadu na ayein toh
Jaadurgar hi sahi
Seekh lu chadi ke mantra,
Aam ke mausam mein
Pedo-pr aam ki jagah Khatte-meethe lolipop ugau

Khel kayi
Khiladi kayi
Khatam na hone wali padhai
Na khatam hue exams mein aane sawaal,
Bohot hui ab ghisayi
Inn students ko antank-wadi ghoshit kr
School-College band karvau

Kayi hogaye gaddhe aur challi-challi hue raaste
Har roz thokaren kha-kha kr…
Ab mere gaadi ke suspension bhi keh diye-
” Maafi karo malik ab hamse yeh bardasht na ho paye “
(Aur chal diye apne Maay-ke)

Giraftar karon in BMC aur PMC ke Contractors aur clerks ko
Le chalo inhe ” amaran uposhan” pr inn gaadhon ki bastiyon mein
Waha basne waale Kuposhit bacche bhi keh de inhe
” Ek-do daav Dangal ke hamare saath bhi lagaye! “
(Jo jeeta wahi Corporator!)

Inn chor bazaron mein le chal padta hu har itwaar
Lekar apne khayalon ki bori
Kaash hojaye ghar aane se pehle inki chori

Phir koi aur bane…
Jadugar ya shayar
Ya bane antank-wadi ya School ka master
Ham ab na seh paye inn middle-class khayalon ki Jori!
— नि.भो.

— नि.भो.
प्रेमात पडलो!

क्रिकेट खेळताना शेजाऱ्यांच्या खिडकी ची काच फुटली,
अरे पळारे गड्यांनो (gadyanno)!!!

विटी-दांडू
डबडा ऐसपैस
लगोरी
लपाछुपी

दिवाळीत महाराजांचा किल्ले पुरंदर
ऍटम बॉम्ब
लक्ष्मी तोटे
फुलबाजे अन् पाऊस

उन्हाळ्यातली गरीगार पेप्सी
आंबे
कलिंगड
आणि दुपारी मोगली

शाळा
शाळेतले खेळ अन् मित्र
होमवर्क
परेड
एक… दोन… एक…

आई
आज्जी
मावशी
मामा
लाड!

हट्ट
वडील
खेळणी
खाऊ
लाड!

मोठा झालो
पावसाळा
उन्हाळा
दिवाळी
आठवण

प्रेमात पडलो,
आयुष्याच्या.

— नि.भो.
|| मोक्ष ||

कधी रडत
कधी पडत
कधी पावसात ओले चिंब
तर कधी ताऱ्यांखाली आयुष्य ढकलत

आहेत खूप गोष्टी
काही तुझ्या – काही माझ्या
काही दुसऱ्यांच्या
तर वजा-बाकी आपल्या सर्वांच्या

लोभ नव्हे
प्रेम नव्हे
अहंकाराच्या वर्दचढ
मोक्षाचे वेड नव्हे

एव्हा दुःख
तेव्हा राग
सतत चालणारी आयुष्याशी झुंज
तर अधूनमधून मना-बाहेर डोकावणारा माज

हवी नको,
तुझी सहानुभूती
की नको,
तुझ्या उथळ काळजी चा ध्यास

सह्याद्रीची रांग मी
कौशल्याचा राम मी
सूर्य त्याची पहाट ही
आणि तळपत्या भगव्याची सोनेरी काठ ही मी

मी-पण नको
आपलेपण हवे
थंडगार पाण्याला
माठाचे टेकन जसे

सोडिले मग संसार मी
जसे डोळे सोडे घळ घळते अश्रू
संसार धरी आता आम्हा
जसे चिटके फुला पान्हा

मग काय?
आनंदी झालो मी
आनंदी झाला तू
आनंदी झाली ही दुनिया!

— नि.भो.
It’s a long journey, choose wisely

Anything is possible!
Dream on!
Run till your heart desires
Love don’t think

Just one job switch
Life will be set
Just one more home loan
Life will be set

Kid’s school project
Medicine
Responsibilities
Early morning walks to stay away from heart attacks

Emptying nests
Passions left to starve
Respect required
How hard I tried?!

We’re Hindus,
We reincarnate
To fall short?…
All over again?

It’s a long journey, choose wisely

— नि.भो.
Not too distant (in the future)

An asteroid floating in space
There’s more to it than just floating around
On a trajectory
With a purpose of its own
Maybe to surprise the dinosaurs of the world
Not too distant in the future

For days in making
The bees and the birds await
The blooming of the Pink and the yellow
Hungry,
Yet they say to themselves…
Not too distant in the future

These whiteboards are covered with BLUE, BLACK, GREEN AND RED
Think everyday
Every year new faces
Faces with hopes
Yet the chaos and bored silences remain the same
For them there is no future rather just the present
A present called “Now!”
Still they say,
Not…

While running, jumping, dancing
I have slipped and fell
Cried sometimes
Laugh sometimes
I know I’ll slip for the Nth time
So I say to myself
Not too distant (in the future)…

–नि.भो. (Ni.Bho.)
A piece of everything

Maybe I just like to romanticise everything
Being alone
Being together
When it bleeds
When it clots
The screaming of the Metal/Rock
The frustration of rap
The Thunderstorm shaking me to the core
A poem that just resonates with your state
A bottle of cold water
Or a piece of chocolate bitter sweet

It’s love to the extreme
Or maybe self obsession of sorts
Obsessing over living
People smiling
Being passionate
Just basic science doing its own stuff
Aesthetics that mean nothing
The frogs, the bugs and everything thing that slithers
Or with an engine that roars and rolls

Hmmm
Weird!

Who said it’s an illusion when in my mind it’s is all real

–नि.भो.
An Ode to Being you pt. 2

An Ode to Being You
Get out of those curtains and stop fiddling with them
But ma! I’m playing hide and seek
Stop drying your hands with curtains
But ma! My hands are wet
Again! Open those curtains it’s too dark in the room
But ma! I want it to be dark na….

Trickle trickle trickle
Like a drop at a time
You grow
A bit taller
A bit older
Wiser? Idk… You tell me * wink *

From tanks to tank tops
Doll houses to apartments
Everything feels a little heavier
But like not unbearable heavy
Rather, you’re also getting stronger-heavy

One day,
You take out your ma out for curtain shopping
Say,
Look ma, the curtains, the bedsheets, and the colour of the wall match!
Ma smiles,
Pa still isn’t really into this curtain stuff
He just says,
Where’s my chai and my newspaper?
But he forgets,
Now two people need the same two things every weekend
The curtains are clean and untouched for now * wink *

–नि.भो.
In between trivial things

I lived
As I thought so,
But,
Not in the whites
Nor in the blacks
But in the Greys
Just like everybody else… Apparently
On a spectrum
Everything went into a circle

Should have let everything go when,
Everything was in the blues,
Of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Let it shine like a rainbow, half circle

Being oblivious is a weird thing
Or the exact word is “ignorance”
But how does it even matter?
When the only thing that mattered was being “ok in the moment”

I guess we have to live without questions being answers sometimes
Or maybe just asking no questions at all!

Maybe trivial things do matter more than we think!

-नि.भो.
It’s Hard to Let You Go

The clock’s ticking,
And it’s almost time to say goodbye.
Like a child, I held your hand
(gripping your index finger tightly),
Fearing I’d be lost in this unknown world—
For you were the only familiar face I knew
In this goddamn jungle.

I know, I know—
I’m contradicting myself from a few days ago
When I said I wanted to get away from you,
To find some peace from this chaos.
But in a way, I fell in love with the mess you were.

I’ll miss…
The fights,
The parties,
The games—Mafia’s and the Gods.

I’ll miss…
The hunger,
Your weird way of nourishing me,
Quenching my thirst
With the most sugary drinks ever.

To my sun, you were the moon.
To my clouds, you were the rain.
To my cold, you were the winds from the North.
And to shield me from all the elements,
Even my umbrella hung by you.

For all the smoke and the booze,
I was never of your culture.
I lived reclusive,
Just to meet a techie
In this non-technical world.

You pushed me into companies
Where I learned how to live—
To be okay with the Lefts and the Rights,
The Ups and the Downs.

Now that our time is coming to an end,
I’ll let you in on a secret—
I somehow hated, yet loved, every moment with you.
Like every romance before this.

Frenemies? Maybe.
But this time,
It’s infinitely harder to let you go.

— नि. भो.
(4:30 a.m., Amaltas 6)
War

In life and death
I shed no more tears
To the hypocrisy of the West
To the agression of the East

Sometimes I question,
Was war the inevitable truth for forever to reign?
The discomfort between individuals beloved
The silent crashing of cultures into oblivion

People’s faces glow more than ever
Less of smiles and more of screens
Connected to the hive mind
Disconnected from us around

Temperature’s rising
Tea’s boiling and the Coffee’s brewing
More than ever the doomsday inching closer
Have I become numb to these warnings?

Hmmm…
Chaos indeed!
Time to take a step back
A grow a bit older and wiser (?) with a smile 😉

— नि.भो.
Correction

From afar, I saw you
Your eyes dripped with redemption
For life has never been kind to me
I clutched you in impetuosity
My heart said, “Grab and bolt down the centrepiece!”
“And we’ll figure out the rest of the puzzle later”

I clutched you in impetuosity
My heart said, “Grab and bolt down the centrepiece!”
“And we’ll figure out the rest of the puzzle later”

Yet we forgot—the grip of despair is too strong to bear
The piece of blue sapphire cracked in an instant…
Now empty and desolate nights, with nobody to care
— नि. भो.
Guts to your feelings

You know when it is meant to be yours
It’s one of those midnight chills you get during the day
Like a crossbow on a journey, alone in snow-covered mountains

You know it when you know it
One of those things not meant to be spoken

The universe knows your secret
You radiate it through your mind every day
It admires your fantasy

Even if you’re busy in a meeting
It knows whom you’re greeting in your mind
A smirk on your face—brief, fleeting

“What’s meant to be yours will find its way”
The universe compels that prophecy every day

You know it when you know it
Don’t let moss grow over it

— नि. भो.
Comfort and Cost

In life and death
I shed no more tears
To the hypocrisy of the West
To the aggression of the East
Sometimes I question,
Was war the inevitable truth for forever to reign?
The discomfort between individuals beloved
The silent crashing of cultures into oblivion
People’s faces glow more than ever
Less of smiles and more of screens
Connected to the hive mind
Disconnected from us around
Temperatures rising
Tea’s boiling and coffee’s brewing
More than ever, the doomsday inching closer
Have I become numb to these warnings?
Hmmm…
Chaos indeed!
Time to take a step back
And grow a bit older and wiser (?) with a smile 😉

— नि.भो.
Middle Class ख़यालों की जोरी

आसमान से
तोड़ लाऊँ
चाँद-तारे
सजा दूँ इन गहमा-गहमी वाले रास्तों पर
रोक दूँ ये traffic
रोक दूँ ये चहल-पहल
कि बस हो गई ये भागा-दौड़ी

जादू ना आए तो
जादूगर ही सही
सीख लूँ छड़ी के मंत्र,
आम के मौसम में
पेड़ों पर आम की जगह खट्टे-मीठे lollipop उगाऊँ

खेल कई
खिलाड़ी कई
और ख़त्म ना होने वाली पढ़ाई
ना ख़त्म हुए exams में आने वाले सवाल,
बोहोत हुई अब घिसाई
इन students को आतंकवादी घोषित कर
School–Colleges बंद करवाऊँ

कई हो गए गड्ढे और छलनी-छलनी हुए रास्ते
हर रोज़ ठोकरें खा-खा कर…
अब मेरी गाड़ी के suspension भी कह दिए—
“माफ़ी करो मालिक, अब हमसे ये बर्दाश्त ना हो पाए”
(और चल दिए अपने मायके)

गिरफ़्तार करूँ इन BMC और PMC के contractors और clerks को
ले चलो इन्हें “आमरण उपोषण” पर इन गड्ढों की बस्तियों में
वहाँ बसने वाले कुपोषित बच्चे भी केह दें इन्हें—
“एक-दो दाँव Dangal के हमारे साथ भी लगाएँ!”
(जो जीता वही Corporator!)

इन चोर बाज़ारों में ले चल पड़ता हूँ हर इतवार
लेकर अपने ख़यालों की बोरी
काश हो जाए घर आने से पहले इनकी चोरी

फिर कोई और बने…
जादूगर या शायर
या बने आतंकवादी या School का master
हम अब ना सह पाए इन middle class ख़यालों की जोरी!

— नि. भो.
A toss and a tail

Why don’t you hate me without the thin veil you wear?
Just straight up tell me that it’s not meant to be!
That fish are better even in the shallowest pond there’s to be (i.e., those tears of mine)

All this drama,
Like a dog going around in circles,
Trying to catch its own tail!
Or like the Haka,
Performed but non to be scared

You know,
Things bottom out eventually
The oil floats to the top
And the gold nuggets settle at the bottom
Yet, the rainbow colors don’t ever seem to be interested to explore the world underneath

My point is,
Stop the game
Take a toss
Winner takes it all
And I’m happy to be the loser… as always!

But it’s ok,
The loser’s hands are full with mirrors
Even on the darkest nights,
They will show the truest picture of oneself!

— नि.भो.
If I Were to Give Death a Try

If I were to give death a try
The world would be ending

The last of flowers dried and perished
Oceans boiled

No place left to hide my horcrux (i.e., you)
Neither any magic left in those eyes

The birds, flying off to space
Meteors punching the soft Earth’s crust

Nuclear bombs whimpering in a corner
World politics, with the only vote on the ballot — NOTA

If I were to give death a try
The world would have ended

— नि.भो.
माझ्या मनाची दशा आणि दिशा

उत्तरेकडे खूप पाऊस पडला
ह्या वेळेस थंडी जास्त असणार
“आई sweater आणि hoodie काढून धुवून ठेव हं”

मी राहणार दक्षिण मुंबईचा
जिथे थंडीच्या नावाखाली फार तर फार baniyan घालून फिरावं लागणार

अरे पण पुण्यात तर जाम थंडी असणार ना
नुसता hoodie नव्हे तर full pant पण घाल
स्वप्नं फक्त आणि फक्त थंडीचीच

बसलो तर विचार येतात
मनाभोवती गोल करून उभे राहतात

एक विचार की – तुळशीचा रोप खूप दिवस झाले
कुठे दिसला नाही
दुसरा – concrete ला इतके तडे का जातात?
contractor नी नीट काम केलं नाही?

केस खूप पांढरे झाले आहेत
आता कात्रीने काम चालणार नाही!
पण आज संध्याकाळी पण तेच जेवण!
यार मला ते परत खायचा मूडच नाही

घरघर फिरणाऱ्या पंख्याला पण
कधी पाठवले पाहिजे सुट्टीवर
आई त्याचा motor
आणि वडील त्याची पवनचक्की

काय वाटत असेल त्याच्या घरच्यांना?
साला हा पण Mumbaiत struggling actor!

Iran ला bike trip वर गेलो तर…
मिळेल का माझ्या अ-गणित प्रश्नांची उत्तरं?
का यावं लागेल परत मला
मन भागवून फक्त Irani chaha
आणि Bun-maska वर?

आयुष्य एक रेषेसारखं असतं
एकदम सरळ किंवा वाकडी-तिकडी
किंवा अधूनमधून थांबत थांबत

ती रेषा कशी घडवायची
ह्याची Shaka-laka boom boom pencil तर माझ्याच हातात!

माझ्या मनाची दशा
आणि माझ्या मनाची दिशा
दोन्ही काही माझ्या बुद्धीच्या सध्या तरी आवाक्यात नाही!

-नि.भो.
Winter of ’09

It’s cold out there
I don’t sweat anymore when I move
Nor my hair is damp after wearing helmet for a while
Bike rides and comfortable shorts

Time’s somehow frozen
Yet it’s moving like a gust of wind
Doesn’t make sense right?
Well this is how it is!

Smoke’s piling up
Lungs are choking
Traffic’s streching longer and longer
The wait isn’t getting over

A few pages of blueprints on constructing a Paradise slipped from the holder
The gentleman in a rush; didn’t even bother to look back
Nor did anyone else cared to pick them up
All hands on deck to make something-
Paradise with potholes and misaligned bridges it is!

I wear a hoodie
And still shiver in the blistering cold AC
Wrapped tight like a burrito
O Mother some tomato soup please! Warmth it is!

A lot has changed
A lot is changing
Years to end
Nothing significant has changed

I wish I could go back to school
Wear brown sweater and thin khaki pants
Try to hide the winter in my pant pockets and ear mufflers
Shiver crazy and crack a laugh
Military cut, Warm Samosa pav and tree to tree games it is!

– नि.भो.
Linear/Non-Linear

I ride
the crests and troughs of life
Linear or smooth, gentle slopes expected
Wh(Y) should be mx plus c
But the constants never stay

Sometimes pink
Sometimes Green
Sometimes Navy Blue, and a smile in between

The effort goes on
Switching between Squares, Circles and Rectangles
Always trying to fit into the new
Ostriches are the new black?
The base- no matter what remains the same i.e., triangles

As our bodies are constantly flung around
Distance, Velocity, Acceleration and Jerks all are frowned upon
0,0,0,0- all peace and stability beloved

The engines roar,
Nuts and Bolts crackle
Metal sheets drum up and bend a little
Excitement and fear
We grip our seats while on top of the largest explosives out there

3…2…1! Up Up….
Here we go!

Who said it’s an Illusion?
When in my mind it’s all real!

— नि.भो.
मैं शराब नहीं पीता

Darta hoon
Apne khayalon se
Darta hoon
Kahin sach na keh doon
Ki zalim hai yeh duniya aur khudgarz hain yeh log

मैं शराब नहीं पीता
Yeh sheher sharaabi
Aur iss sharaabi sheher ka main Raja
Iss sheher ko chalane ke liye koi toh hosh mein hona chahiye?!

मैं शराब नहीं पीता!
Ajeeb si aashiqui hai
Nashe mein dhut ho kar kisi ko yaad mein rona nahi maanta
Bas raat ke 2 baje tanhai mein dooba hua…
Khaton mein kahaniyan likh deta hoon
Ki shayad ki ab toh woh maan jaaye

मैं शराब नहीं पीता!
Neither am I afraid of myself or the truth in its bare
So I sit alone with my thoughts to have real conversations
Where no lie is left unturned
Lies about myself or others

मैं शराब नहीं पीता!
Kabhi socha hai ki kuch palon ki mauj ke liye…
Kitne gharon ki khushiyan chhin jaati hain?!
Kitne bachchon ki padhai ruk jaati hai?!
Pyaar aur aman ko qabr mein dafnakar…
Tanhai nashe dhut padi rehti hai!

मैं शराब नहीं पीता!
Kya hoga agar… ek गिलास aur ek घूँट pe main khud ko rok na paoon?
Kya koi aakar bachayega mujhe?!
Ya doob jaaunga kisi sharaab ki botal mein?
Kya aayenge woh dost?
Jinhone mere honthon se pehla gilaas lagaya tha?

मैं शराब नहीं पीता!
Hasta hoon…
Khelta hoon…
Wahi bachpana apne andar lekar ghoomne ki koshish karta hoon…
Nachta hoon… as if, there is no tomorrow!
Samajhta hoon… apnon aur apne logon ko… as if, there is a better tomorrow!!

मैं शराब नहीं पीता!
Mummy ne mana kar rakha hai!

— नि.भो.
All good things (and bad) must come to an end

A lush green Jungle
Full of life
Birds Dancing, Animals Dancing
A just King rules

All it takes is a spark
To burn down the paradise
From heaven to hell
Journey of a few hours

Not all change is so violent
Death/Change creeps in mostly silent
Away from the heavy forward marching sound of life
In the shadows of our own

For new life to take place
Trees must take permanent slumber
For new Kings to be born
The old vacate the throne
(Even at the cost of paradise)

New stories become old
The passing becomes stale
Of yesterday’s News
The magazines demand “Hot & upcoming”

So here’s one to the God’s of destruction
To change,
We bred challenge
Lived adventure/exciting

To the youth of us
All good things must come to an end

— नि.भो.

Jadugar

May 25, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in Hindi Poems

Aasman setod lauChaand taareinSaj du inn gehma-gehmi waale rasto prRok du yeh trafficRok du yeh chel-phelKi bas hogayi yeh bhaag daudi Jaadu na ayein tohJaadurgar hi sahiSeekh lu chadi ke mantra,Aam ke mausam meinPedo-pr aam ki jagah Khatte-meethe lolipop ugau Khel kayiKhiladi kayiKhatam na hone wali padhaiNa khatam hue exams mein aane sawaal,Bohot hui ab…
प्रेमात पडलो!

Apr 27, 2026

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नि.भो.

in Poems

क्रिकेट खेळताना शेजाऱ्यांच्या खिडकी ची काच फुटली,अरे पळारे गड्यांनो (gadyanno)!!! विटी-दांडूडबडा ऐसपैसलगोरीलपाछुपी दिवाळीत महाराजांचा किल्ले पुरंदरऍटम बॉम्बलक्ष्मी तोटेफुलबाजे अन् पाऊस उन्हाळ्यातली गरीगार पेप्सीआंबेकलिंगडआणि दुपारी मोगली शाळाशाळेतले खेळ अन् मित्रहोमवर्कपरेडएक… दोन… एक… आईआज्जीमावशीमामालाड! हट्टवडीलखेळणीखाऊलाड! मोठा झालोपावसाळाउन्हाळादिवाळीआठवण प्रेमात पडलो,आयुष्याच्या. — नि.भो.
|| मोक्ष ||

Apr 20, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in Marathi Poems

कधी रडतकधी पडतकधी पावसात ओले चिंब तर कधी ताऱ्यांखाली आयुष्य ढकलत आहेत खूप गोष्टी काही तुझ्या – काही माझ्याकाही दुसऱ्यांच्यातर वजा-बाकी आपल्या सर्वांच्या लोभ नव्हेप्रेम नव्हेअहंकाराच्या वर्दचढमोक्षाचे वेड नव्हे एव्हा दुःखतेव्हा रागसतत चालणारी आयुष्याशी झुंज तर अधूनमधून मना-बाहेर डोकावणारा माज हवी नको,तुझी सहानुभूती की नको,तुझ्या उथळ काळजी चा ध्यास सह्याद्रीची रांग मीकौशल्याचा राम मीसूर्य त्याची…
It’s a long journey, choose wisely

Apr 14, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

Anything is possible!Dream on!Run till your heart desiresLove don’t think Just one job switchLife will be setJust one more home loanLife will be set Kid’s school projectMedicineResponsibilities Early morning walks to stay away from heart attacks Emptying nestsPassions left to starveRespect required How hard I tried?! We’re Hindus,We reincarnateTo fall short?…All over again? It’s a…
Not too distant (in the future)

Mar 25, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems, Poems

An asteroid floating in spaceThere’s more to it than just floating aroundOn a trajectoryWith a purpose of its ownMaybe to surprise the dinosaurs of the worldNot too distant in the future For days in makingThe bees and the birds awaitThe blooming of the Pink and the yellowHungry,Yet they say to themselves…Not too distant in the…
A piece of everything

Mar 16, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

Maybe I just like to romanticise everythingBeing aloneBeing togetherWhen it bleedsWhen it clotsThe screaming of the Metal/RockThe frustration of rapThe Thunderstorm shaking me to the coreA poem that just resonates with your stateA bottle of cold waterOr a piece of chocolate bitter sweet It’s love to the extremeOr maybe self obsession of sortsObsessing over livingPeople…
An Ode to Being you pt. 2

Mar 9, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

An Ode to Being YouGet out of those curtains and stop fiddling with themBut ma! I’m playing hide and seekStop drying your hands with curtainsBut ma! My hands are wetAgain! Open those curtains it’s too dark in the roomBut ma! I want it to be dark na…. Trickle trickle trickleLike a drop at a timeYou…
In between trivial things

Feb 3, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

I livedAs I thought so,But,Not in the whitesNor in the blacksBut in the GreysJust like everybody else… ApparentlyOn a spectrumEverything went into a circle Should have let everything go when,Everything was in the blues,Of yesterday, today and tomorrowLet it shine like a rainbow, half circle Being oblivious is a weird thingOr the exact word is…
It’s Hard to Let You Go

Jan 20, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

The clock’s ticking,And it’s almost time to say goodbye.Like a child, I held your hand(gripping your index finger tightly),Fearing I’d be lost in this unknown world—For you were the only familiar face I knewIn this goddamn jungle. I know, I know—I’m contradicting myself from a few days agoWhen I said I wanted to get away…
War

Jan 12, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

In life and deathI shed no more tearsTo the hypocrisy of the WestTo the agression of the East Sometimes I question,Was war the inevitable truth for forever to reign?The discomfort between individuals belovedThe silent crashing of cultures into oblivion People’s faces glow more than everLess of smiles and more of screensConnected to the hive mindDisconnected…
Correction

Jan 7, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

From afar, I saw youYour eyes dripped with redemptionFor life has never been kind to meI clutched you in impetuosityMy heart said, “Grab and bolt down the centrepiece!”“And we’ll figure out the rest of the puzzle later” I clutched you in impetuosityMy heart said, “Grab and bolt down the centrepiece!”“And we’ll figure out the rest…
Guts to your feelings

Jan 5, 2026

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

You know when it is meant to be yoursIt’s one of those midnight chills you get during the dayLike a crossbow on a journey, alone in snow-covered mountains You know it when you know itOne of those things not meant to be spoken The universe knows your secretYou radiate it through your mind every dayIt…
Comfort and Cost

Dec 26, 2025

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

In life and deathI shed no more tearsTo the hypocrisy of the WestTo the aggression of the EastSometimes I question,Was war the inevitable truth for forever to reign?The discomfort between individuals belovedThe silent crashing of cultures into oblivionPeople’s faces glow more than everLess of smiles and more of screensConnected to the hive mindDisconnected from us…
Middle Class ख़यालों की जोरी

Dec 24, 2025

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by

नि.भो.

in Hindi Poems, Poems

आसमान सेतोड़ लाऊँचाँद-तारेसजा दूँ इन गहमा-गहमी वाले रास्तों पररोक दूँ ये trafficरोक दूँ ये चहल-पहलकि बस हो गई ये भागा-दौड़ी जादू ना आए तोजादूगर ही सहीसीख लूँ छड़ी के मंत्र,आम के मौसम मेंपेड़ों पर आम की जगह खट्टे-मीठे lollipop उगाऊँ खेल कईखिलाड़ी कईऔर ख़त्म ना होने वाली पढ़ाईना ख़त्म हुए exams में आने वाले सवाल,बोहोत…
A toss and a tail

Dec 22, 2025

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

Why don’t you hate me without the thin veil you wear?Just straight up tell me that it’s not meant to be!That fish are better even in the shallowest pond there’s to be (i.e., those tears of mine) All this drama,Like a dog going around in circles,Trying to catch its own tail!Or like the Haka,Performed but…
If I Were to Give Death a Try

Dec 19, 2025

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

If I were to give death a tryThe world would be ending The last of flowers dried and perishedOceans boiled No place left to hide my horcrux (i.e., you)Neither any magic left in those eyes The birds, flying off to spaceMeteors punching the soft Earth’s crust Nuclear bombs whimpering in a cornerWorld politics, with the…
माझ्या मनाची दशा आणि दिशा

Dec 17, 2025

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by

नि.भो.

in Marathi Poems

उत्तरेकडे खूप पाऊस पडलाह्या वेळेस थंडी जास्त असणार“आई sweater आणि hoodie काढून धुवून ठेव हं” मी राहणार दक्षिण मुंबईचाजिथे थंडीच्या नावाखाली फार तर फार baniyan घालून फिरावं लागणार अरे पण पुण्यात तर जाम थंडी असणार नानुसता hoodie नव्हे तर full pant पण घालस्वप्नं फक्त आणि फक्त थंडीचीच बसलो तर विचार येतातमनाभोवती गोल करून उभे राहतात…
Winter of ’09

Dec 14, 2025

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

It’s cold out thereI don’t sweat anymore when I moveNor my hair is damp after wearing helmet for a whileBike rides and comfortable shorts Time’s somehow frozenYet it’s moving like a gust of windDoesn’t make sense right?Well this is how it is! Smoke’s piling upLungs are chokingTraffic’s streching longer and longerThe wait isn’t getting over…
Linear/Non-Linear

Dec 11, 2025

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नि.भो.

in English Poems

I ride the crests and troughs of lifeLinear or smooth, gentle slopes expectedWh(Y) should be mx plus cBut the constants never stay Sometimes pinkSometimes GreenSometimes Navy Blue, and a smile in between The effort goes onSwitching between Squares, Circles and Rectangles Always trying to fit into the newOstriches are the new black?The base- no matter…
मैं शराब नहीं पीता

Dec 11, 2025

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by

नि.भो.

in Hindi Poems

Darta hoonApne khayalon seDarta hoonKahin sach na keh doonKi zalim hai yeh duniya aur khudgarz hain yeh log मैं शराब नहीं पीताYeh sheher sharaabiAur iss sharaabi sheher ka main RajaIss sheher ko chalane ke liye koi toh hosh mein hona chahiye?! मैं शराब नहीं पीता!Ajeeb si aashiqui haiNashe mein dhut ho kar kisi ko yaad…
All good things (and bad) must come to an end

Dec 11, 2025

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by

नि.भो.

in English Poems

A lush green JungleFull of lifeBirds Dancing, Animals DancingA just King rules All it takes is a sparkTo burn down the paradiseFrom heaven to hellJourney of a few hours Not all change is so violentDeath/Change creeps in mostly silentAway from the heavy forward marching sound of lifeIn the shadows of our own For new life…