Ni.Bho. Poetry

Tag: modern poetry

  • In between trivial things

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    नि.भो.
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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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    नि.भो.
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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…

  • Winter of ’09

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    नि.भो.
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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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    नि.भो.
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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…