Ni.Bho. Poetry

  • Winter of ’09

    —

    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    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

    —

    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    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

    —

    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    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

    —

    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    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.

  • Winter of ’09

    —

    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    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

    —

    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    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

    —

    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    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

    —

    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    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…