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Wow!

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  "I dive in,    I realise,    I can swim    Wow, absolutely wow!"

Strange no?

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  God, surprisingly, supports no religion! Strange no?  :)

YOURSELF!

Sometimes you find yourself, in the middle of no where. But sometimes, in the middle of no where, you find YOURSELF... - KHS

Falling in LOVE!

'Falling in sleep', is so similar to 'FALLING in love. You want to listen to the 'OTHERS', but you just CANNOT

"घर बैठे-बैठे"

डर जाना चीन की सेना से, वो मुँह में पानी आना, इटली-फ़्रान्स के खाने से, पल-पल डर जाना, Corona के कारनामों से , घुम हो जाना,ख़ुद की लिखी क़िस्से- कहानियाँ से, सब कुछ बस, घर बैठे-बैठे, घर बैठे-बैठे ! - क्ष।ह।सि।, जून २०२०

I SIPPED

'I SIPPED' While having chai, I saw life: A pigeon was sitting on the wall, and soon, another joined him, they fought for space, for food, for love, for looking up at the sky, they fought to fly, up in the sky, and soon joined some other pigeons, who had their own fights! I realised, I am so happy not fighting, and just sipping my morning chai, in peace, I just sipped! - KHS, June

Strange no!

Life existed in open skies, trees n water around, But suddenly... life NOW, exists in 'Notifications n likes' around! Strange no! 😊

'ALWAYS TRAVELLING?'

We are stable, with our positions in life, and our plans laid-out. But when we look at ourself in the universe, we are nothing else, but LOST... Aren't we 'Always travelling?' - KHS, June 2020.

NUMBERS

Man was winning till 2020, until nature started beating Man, with a minute virus! It goes bad when nature goes cruel, beating man the way he likes it, in NUMBERS! Stay safe. - KHS, March 2020.

SO CLEAR...

'SO CLEAR' I see the riots, so clear, I see the virus, so clear, Never have I seen the end , so clear! - KHS March 2020

FACES

The faces I see here, are similar to the ones I saw miles away. Similar expressions, similar questions, similar love. I just wonder why do they fight between 'Here' and 'There'. I just wonder! - KHS, November'19

JUMP

I jumped up, and I broke my knee. I jumped up, I fell on the puddle. I jumped up, and I fought for my rights. I jumped up, and I changed my city. I jumped up, and I jumped careers. I jumped up, and I was trying to touch the stars. I jumped up, and I questioned things, I jumped up, and I realised, that I can jump! I can JUMP... - KHS Sept-19, Mumbai

High-Low!

In an effort to fly higher in the sky, little did the crow realise that it is going farther than the ground!

ABOVE ALL...

ABOVE ALL' The clouds covered me, made everything depressing, killed my thoughts, N made me sleepy. And then, fighting the clouds, Emerged the sun. The fire ball, had lots of messages for me, Lots of energetic rays. Giving me hope, It said that the negativity is closer to d ground, But positivity is above all. It said that the clouds, are closer to d ground, and the sun is, above all, above all, above all... - KHS July'19

'ME'

In search of 'me', I travel the universe, I realise that 'me' is, when I actually see the 'others'

WHERE?

Where? When you travel a lot, you don't understand where did the sun set, and where did it rise! Where?

'THEY'

He knew he could never win the game, but still he played it. And then in the final match, he did not play, someone else, someone divine played for him, whom he could feel. 'They' finally, won the match! They did. :)

WHY DID I GROW UP?

As a little kid, sitting right next to the tape-recorder, while listening to the song, I would look at the cassette cover, and wonder that the voice is of the singer singing, sitting inside the tape recorder. How wonderful! But as I grew up, I was taught and told, that there is no singer sitting inside the tape-recorder. All my dreams crashed, Now, I just wish, I had not grown up. Why?

'WHY DID I GROW UP!"

The Moon story As a kid, some friend told me, that on the moon an old woman sits under a tree, with lots of stories. Whenever I would look at the moon, I would imagine, the old woman, sometimes scary, sometimes mischievous. But as I studied more about it, my lovely story was lost. The child in me was sad. That there is no 'Old woman', but just rocks! I just wondered, why did I grow up!

WORDS

WORDS I wrote them randomly, the dictator called them 'Sense-less'. I wrote them in a rhyme. the dictator called it a 'Stupid song'. I kept writing them effortlessly, times changed, the dictator changed. The first part was called a STORY, and the second, a POEM. I realised that it was not the dictator's fault, just my doubts on myself! Dictators will come and go, but I should not stop writing. People will like it or not. I should not stop expressing. I should keep on 'PLAYING' with words, A lovely game. Isn't it?