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.} 

Lessons from the Life of a Flower

Come near and let’s think together
The lessons from the life of flower
It is a source of beauty and joy
Children, young and old, all enjoy
Spreading the smell all over
In the park and in the forest, everywhere
No any form of discrimination
Sharing the love and affection
Life of flower is short
Enjoy whatever be the cohort
Smiling in the morning
In the noon, drowsing
Getting refreshed by evening
Every moment of life is for others
Learn to serve dear brothers
Life of a lovely flower
Serving honeybees, butterflies and many other
Touch is so soft and soothing
And effect is so fathoming

Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘साहिल’

{The poem written during a morning walk in the park on 13 May 2012 at in Delhi.} 

Level of Subconsciousness

There is three level of human endeavour 
The first one is labour 
Your natural and social duty 
Second level is thinking purity 
And thinking about the meaning 
And the third one is the essence 
Devotion to the divine presence 
We can think of facts 
Keeping essence in tact 
In another way, the statement made already 
First stage is the serving the need of body 
Mundane need and necessity 
The second one is intellectual’s sanctity 
The third one is the heart 
How you treat others 
When they love and hurt 
Think of it, O my brothers 

{This poem was inspired by the discourse of Osho the Great Zen Master on 13 May 2012}


Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘साहिल’

The beauty of a Woman

The beauty of a woman lies in her silence
Rather than her speech 
The beauty of a woman lies in her patience 
Rather than her inquisitiveness outreach
The beauty of a woman lies in her experience 
Rather than her age
The beauty of a woman lies in her veil for awhile
Rather than her face 
The beauty of a woman lies in her submission
Rather that her dominance
The beauty of a woman lies in her smile 
Rather than her laughter
The beauty of a woman lies in her abode
Rather than her adventure
The beauty of a woman lies in her offspring 
Rather than herself ever
The beauty of a woman lies in her heart’s spring
Rather than in skin cover

Shashikant Nishant Sharma

(शशिकांत निशांत शर्मा ‘साहिल’) 

Book the treasure of knowledge

Book the treasure of knowledge
Solemn oath and beautiful pledge
Source of humours and wisdom
Gift from God’s kingdom
Ideas in black and white
Many writers’ write
Colourful stories
Penned cherishable memories
The best of human faculty
Books contain the best novelty
Of the great minds of the world
Many new and many old
Shining like silver and gold
Many stories untold
Books are world in itself
They are of great help
Those who wish to learn more
Broaden the outlook, thinking pure
Benefits of books are many 
They relieve your grief
And make you brainy
Provide you a sense of relief
From hustle and bustle of life
Best companion, better than wife
It gives you daily delight
And never resort to fight

{A poem written on books as I am a great fond books and I regularly read books and this poems is dedicated to books, my best companion.}

Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘साहिल’

Liberty or Naxalism

When virtues become vice
Divide and rule become device
When relations don’t matter
When chatting turns into clatter
When the rule of land is misused
People become unwilling to mend
When rich become unkind
And poor are left behind
When rich enjoy luxury
And poverty is made mockery
When the bounty of nature is not shared
In dealings and actions poor less cared
When voice turns into silence
Subdued by power and dominance
Poor express their desire 
Not through voice but gunfire
The poor now no longer plead
Bullets make them bold and they lead
Revolution for their right
Marching ahead, waging a fight
System that creates perpetual poverty
You may call revolution or their liberty
You are free, free citizen of a nation
Free to sense or reject the notion


{Written on understanding the issues and problems of the Naxalism in Indian states primarily dominated by the tribal people of people with low per capita income. The poem tries to trace out the root cause of the rising Naxalism or Maoism.}

Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘साहिल’
shashikantnishantsharma@gmail.com
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Some funny instances

Let me tell
Some funny instances
Happens by chances
A fine is a tax for doing wrong
A tax is a fine for doing well
What the hell
In laws are haunted
Outlaws are wanted
There are two kinds of people
Who don’t say much
Those who are quiet 
And those who talk a lot

{Written after a random thinking while travelling alone in bus in Delhi.}

Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘साहिल’

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Archaeologist Best Option for Marriage

Archaeologist: someone whose career lies in ruins
From deep earth to Egyptian sands
Archaeologists are the best husbands 
Any woman can desire
The older she gets, the more he does admire
He will find new meaning to act
With caution he will react
Check you out with caution
Handle you with due dedication

{This was written after a random thinking on archeologists while travelling alone in bus in Delhi.}

Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘साहिल’

Mystery of Alcohol

Alcohol is a perfect solvent
It dissolves marriages relations
Families and careers escalations
They say that alcohol kills slowly
So what? Who’s in a hurry? 
Alcohol and calculus don’t mix
Never drink and derive at risk
Tobacco is injurious to health
Not for people with wealth

{This was written after reading a joke in the newspaper on alcohol.}

Shashikant Nishant Sharma ‘साहिल’

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