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Best Poems Written by Kiran Bisht

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First Shower of Rain

Warmth grows from the dense cold mist
Call of nightjars disguise the isolation
Majesty of the sun obscured by overcast dawn
Radiance of the bonfire dwindles and dies
Rampant raindrops fall freely on my forehead
Papilio emerge from the rain as the first rain falls
Droplets on the butterfly’s wings reflect turquoise hue
A snail takes refuge under a fresh fallen leave
It crawls on my diary leaving a trail of the first rainfall

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The Pitch Dark Night Sky

Laying in my bed
There is nothing in my head
The night is growing mysterious
Time is going crawling by
I can see the pitch black sky
It’s silent every where
But I can feel the cool of the night air
I’m listening to the annoying tick tock sound of this wall clock
This still night made me realize, how lonesome we are
Just left in the lurch…In the middle of the night

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Shhhhh Menorrhea, a Taboo In India

You just don’t want me to talk about it
You hate it when we talk about it
You know you are a sheer hypocrite
Why do you think it is such an unmentionable affair?
All you know is how to impair, which is utterly unfair
Why can’t we talk about the menarche, unabashed?
When I talk about it blatantly, why do you stand aghast?
Value a woman’s body and this cycle, we don’t expect much
You are witless, don’t speak about it, you only have a doltish hunch
Just remember a man bleeds for death, for agony and for misery
Do you know why a woman bleeds? She bleeds for glee, for happiness and to create a new life

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Autumn Years of His Life

I saw that elderly man this Sunday
He says he travels to my town everyday
In his 80s he appears feeble
His reedy bones are seeable
This old chap is thin as a stick
I find him so polite, I call him a brick
He looks like a parched tree without fruits
His body tremors and dying his roots
His grey hair looks neat and smart
But his wrinkly face looks swart
He keeps walking at a snail’s pace
Unlike us, he’s not a part of this rat race
He has no one to live for
There is no one he can die for
I don’t know where he goes everyday
I don’t know what is he searching for
Oh old man you’ve outlived your family
You now look older than the hills
You too should depart this life peacefully
You don’t deserve this agony 
and desolation anymore

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Portrayal of My Grandmaa and Her Room

I see a beam of light coming from the little hole of the broken window
I sit alongside the window & stretch my hand to unlatch it
It creaks when I struggle to open it

It is my grand maa’s partially illuminated & restful room within the serene valleys
There is an old grain storage wooden box & old oil lamp flickers near the window
                           
This room holds so many memories of her husband
She is consort of a brave army man
There is an old black & white picture hung on the damp wall of her room
It is a beautiful picture of this couple

Every evening she sits on the veranda wall for some calm and fresh zephyr
Wind howls, it travels through all the valleys, peaks and hills to meet her
A calm gush of wind tenderly touches her body

I can see her placid, contented face
She has intense & impassioned blue eyes holding many deep thoughts 
    
A flash of remembrance passes between me and my babyhood memories.                 
I was 10 when I last saw her; she looked young but not any longer  

I could never understand why she chooses this room when she has many other
She again gets inside the room to light the lamp
And I see the flickering lantern alongside the casement once again
That’s how she passes her endmost days & nights.

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Untraveled Wilderness

I wonder what’s on that untraveled path
It looks detached from the human race
That mud-spattered trail has no footsteps
I wonder if it was ever taken by anyone
A shepherd and his sheep, a mule skinner perhaps
The shrubbery on this way are yearning for human touch
I stand at a distance to see where it takes
I stand to see this barren region and one dying lake
It leads to the mountain of fairies, people say
Then why we don’t ever go this way
It is cursed and so are the mountains, they say
I wonder what is more blessed and motherly than the mountains
I wonder who will first traverse this trail, and take away its pain
I wonder who will first leave a trace of footsteps on this secluded course
I've seen countless paths forsaken; countless forlorn roads

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Rambling the Byways of Landour

I’ve come a long way
With the help of a sheen ray
I see no vehicle to take me there
Seems I’ll have to walk 20 miles more
Sauntering through the soggy jungle
My shoes get wet & my bag rather heavy that I crumble
I lay down seeing the floating clouds hanging low
Haze enfolding the valley with its shadow
The huge cloud approaching the brink of a cliff
These majestic clouds carry a bizarre whiff
I try to shut my eyes & soak up the nature for awhile
The whole vale is encased in visible vapor
It has started drizzling, cold droplets falling on my face & frequently wetting my skin
It's getting darker I see through the mist
I run to an adjoining lodge to grab the only vacant room
I hit the sack to wake up at the dawn
To see the sun rise above the horizon & run down the road one more time.

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Unknown I Am, Nameless My Soul

I've been searching for me…
I've been looking for my soul
Have you seen it wandering across the road?
I think I've lost it somewhere in the crowd
Perhaps I never had that…
Am I walking at a snail's pace or the world is way too fast?
Why do I see them running all the time in search of something?
Are they as lost as me?
Possibly they too have gone astray…
Maybe I'm not misled…maybe I'm just busy discovering the essence of my existence…
Maybe I'm not lost…but just roving across!

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Rain Falls To Bestow a New Spirit

They say rain brings sorrow and pain
They say it comes to make you wail
I oppose, I've seen those drops falling down on my window glass
Every drop that plunges on the casement brings shaft of light in my eyes
Every dewdrop that falls down on my face invigorate my heart
I've seen that little seed budding faster than ever
I've observed the tiny pip becoming stronger
It lives just a few steps down the lane
As forever, rain has arrived with all the bliss and glee again
It is time to blossom and time to thrive for all the shrubberies, flora and human life