Ni.Bho.

Category: Poems

  • Not too distant (in the future)

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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…

  • War

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    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

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    From afar, I saw youYour eyes dripped with redemptionFor life has never been kind to me I clutched you in impetuosityMy 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 bearThe piece of blue sapphire cracked in…

  • Guts to your feelings

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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…