Ni.Bho. Poetry

Tag: time and change

  • Winter of ’09

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    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…

  • All good things (and bad) must come to an end

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    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…