Author: SN Sharma

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First Rain of Monsoon

In the month of May
The Summer does sway
The first rain of Monsoon
The drizzling started very soon
The weather is so pleasing
In the evening
The breeze is blowing
the leaves are hovering
At the tender touch of rain drops
Rain is good for upcoming crops
The nature get rejuvenated
Spirit of living life elevated
Water in the form of rain
Never goes in vain
Whether India, England or Spain
People wish rain to come again
Pouring in the valleys, raining in the plain
The thirsty Earth values the rain
After the rain sky is clear
The shining leaves become dear
Listen to the music of nature
New melody of every creature
Flattering of the leaves together
Soft gargling sound of water
Enjoying the rain with pleasure
Writing poem on beauty of nature

Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{Written on 12 May,2012 on experiencing the soft touch of first drizzle of the Monsoon in Delhi. The weather was unforgettable and moments cherishable.} 

Rise High


I will rise high so high,
that i will take those stairs,
that will take me to the sky.
I will rise high so high.

I will be on the top of this world
and the whole world beneath me
I will take every pain and trouble
to rise high and the reach the sky

today their is water in my eyes,
the only ambition is to rise high.
Don’t know what to do right now,
because nothing is visible to my eyes.

I cant hear my voice right now,
as i m stubborn with darkness that resides in me.
Their was a huge pitfall in my life,
that made me blind forever emotionally.

Today their is sadness in my eyes,
the only ambition is to rise high.
But one day i will be strong enough,
to make my own decisions to rise high.

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Oh Air

You haven’t, haven’t you gone,
to the top of Himalaya?
Or you haven’t, haven’t you stayed,
at the scorching plains of Sahara?

I want to be like you, oh air,
that is light, has no color or fear.
That keeps everyone alive,
no matter what is their size.

Traveling whole across the earth,
worrying about nothing neither death nor even dirt.
Checking each and every place, you air;
where no one has reached you reach there.

Whether it is sunny day or wintery night,
you never-ever change your mind.
In the end I would only like to say, ‘oh air,
I want to be like you dear.’

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Run Away To Jungle

I want to drown myself in the mastic woods,
with the plenty of ventures out there.
thoroughly observe each and every place,
cherish with the nature and its flair.

I want to walk on those green carpets,
that my mom used to tell me in stories.
I want to smell aroma of the beauty,
and feel its smoothness beneath my feet.

I want to trouch the bark and it texture,
feel its spottyness, its enduring esthetics.
I want to drink that sweet water,
that is rearly found in our impaired streets.

I want to go there and stay there forever,
fill my chest with those pleasent breeze.
I want to feel the hauntiness of mysterious night,
and hear the melody of humming bees.

I want to be more happy and peaceful,
by throwing away those sorrow and miseries.
I want to run way to jungle,
away from these compact and congested streets.

Shubham Koul

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Some Where Down the Line….

It will be between you and me,
tell me everything that is in your heart,
just say it out that you are hiding from me,
i promise you, you will never repent because,
somewhere down the line our luck will shine,
and some where down the line you will be mine.

Shubham Koul

Edupedia Publications Pvt Ltd

Moon

Look outside at the moon tonight,
it is shining white so bright.
Blushing in front of sun it runs,
as it is the pillar of domination.

Look it is smiling and rejoicing,
as it is happy to have its time.
Cherishing the people at night,
oh, what a wonderful twilight.

Look outside at the moon tonight,
it is shining white so bright.
It is so peaceful and so silent,
neither disturbing nor even violent.

It is the symbol of peace and love.
It is the study for an explorer.
It is the spirit for a travelerand an inspiration for a writer

 
Shubham Koul

 

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A Young Age Cry

I start my day with a cry,
thinking about her all the time.
I have all regards for her,
hoping one day she would be mine.

What can I do if there is a communication gap,
she lives far away in some outer zone.
she never even tried to reply me back,
whenever I messaged and called her by phone.

It is true that the love is blind,
that tears you from inside and also even grind.
You forget everything from where does she belong,
or what does she do or you relation would long.

love is also fearless that is also right,
it is an immortal drink that makes you delight.
It can give you pain if there is any pore,
it can even kill you it is that much sour.

Keeping all these things in my mind,
I never fall in love ever before.
Right now Im in love which is true,
but she has already closed her door.

Oh God give me some strength or a better way,
I cant bear it any more, oh god I pray.
I will love her till my last breath,
I will love her everyday.

Shubham Koul
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A Bus Ride in Delhi

The true nature of urban life
Full of love and strife
At one place you can feel the both
Saying the truth, taking an oath
Travelling in the bus
You will feel the joy and fuss
Life full of hustle and bustle 
In the bus, you do get tussle
When you get a seat
You sit and smile
You feel the treat
Life looks simple
And surely worthwhile
When you don’t get a seat
You feel the heat
Bus gets overloaded
And often crowded
Making your journey miserable
Running fast to keep pace
Use the AC bus advisable
And feel the openness of space
Urban life is not easy
Everyone is a bit busy
With friends, children and wife
The true nature of urban life
A ride on Bus in Delhi
Demonstrated it clearly

Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{Written on 11 May 2012 while travelling in a crowded Delhi Transport Corporation (DTC) green bus and then opted to jump in to the Red AC bus to get respite.} 

Your memories

Your memories slowly creep
In the realm of mind
Sometimes it makes me weep
The hurt heart is left behind
Sometimes your memories make me laugh
The heart touching your act indeed
Sometimes I feel I am half
Your absence does remind
Life is a series of many a actions
Actions of love, passion and kind
Addiction to your love and affection
Sometimes I do find
Imprisoned in love and lust
Enslaved to mundane bind
My of free spirit is about to bust
I want a mind free and enlightened
I do wish to rewind
All episodes of love heightened
Forget all that we enjoyed together
Want to live life alone for ever
Snap all threads that intertwined
And then your memories slowly creep
Awake me from the deep sleep

Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘Sahil’
{ Written on 12 May 2012, thinking about the love that makes me strive for the best and sometimes fetters me into past.} 

A Tribute to Mothers

Greatest gift of nature
To human creature
Mother, mother and mother
She is the first teacher
Teaching you since you were a babbler
She understood you better than the best
Did every little things in your interest
Loving, caressing touch of a mother
During your waking and slumber
Forgetting your every misdeed
Giving you advice when you need
Her true love is unfathomable indeed
Answering all your queries, paying heed
The safest place is the lap of a mother
Your real resort for all weather
Mother is mother no poor or rich
She does whatever is in her reach
For your happiness and growth
Changing your bad habit like old cloth
Teaching you best manners and conduct
To make you best nature’s product
This poem is a tribute to mothers
Read, enjoy and spread the message
O my friends, reader and dear brothers

Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘साहिल’

{The poem written on Mothers day on 13 May 2012 while roaming in Delhi with an old friend the ideas gathered and now its before you to read and review.}