Best Delhi Poems
a mass of wires criss-crossed the sky
and hung across the road
as car horns - stuck on 'play repeat'
blared out where tourists strode.
there were happy, smiling faces
advertising private care
but beneath those giant hoardings
lay indigence everywhere.
we were watching 'non-stop TV'
through the window of our bus
but we couldn't change the channel
as Old Delhi streamed past us.
then our tour guide switched the picture
to a world of corporate smiles
and our hotel was all marble
and the lobby stretched for miles.
KUTUB MINAR
A
Line
Upright
Reminds
A slave
A king
A court
Witness
Intrigues
Pitying
Avariced
Thrusts
Miseried
Minions
Staring
Baring
Nothing
Form: Shape
LOTUS TEMPLE
Peacock
Park.Touching turf.
Gem afloat flowing grace
A pinnacle. Where is the prince.
Claustrophobic confines open out now
Opened up. What vibrant white trance.
I turn a clairvoyant
I’m everywhere
Peace, peace
Form: Rictameter
For Catie Lindsey's contest.
Revived to pop out as an empty nester
To accompany a newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and willed at country’s metropolis.
The heirloom edifices occupying moiety of acreage
Glossy crisscross roads and extended overpass
Spic-and-span subway and the rushy blue line coaches
Voguish three wheeled fares and snuggled DDA flats
Yet an open blue sky and extreme deuce climate.
The forenoon snarl – up and the crowded massed bus
The traffic and the driver’s clapper claw
The border red signal and the busy CP
College bunkers to gates of malls
Unitedly a fussy horologe.
Where educatees hitting lectures and employes cogitating
Schemers contriving at the parliament
Few couples could be sighted antithetic though
And rest chewing the fat.
Republic march at the red fort
And the day break Jama Masjid prayer,
Incised India Gate boswell and
The eventide light show at akshardham.
Elementses unidentified at Qutub Minar
And the muteness dwelled at the lotus temple,
Savaged kingdom at Tuglakabad
And exquisite ambiance of Humayun tomb,
Concisely a grand metropolis
Envied world-wide.
Revived to pop out as an empty nester
To accompany this newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and willed at country’s metropolis.
The western hemisphere must seem far away.
However, I know you think of me each day.
Although you still reside outside of New Delhi,
together with you is where I want to be.
How I would like to board a flight to the old country.
We would be back together; just you and me!
Characters were going to Delhi.
Exotic goods they wanted to buy.
Their prices were low.
Their sales were slow.
Their biggest hit was the henna dye.
The Delhi Girl
She dance, she sing
The Delhi Girl
Her bells, they ring
The Delhi Girl
She shake, she sway
The Delhi Girl
Her men, they pay
The Delhi Girl
She young, she lost
The Delhi Girl
Her life, this cost.
Mom oh Mom! listen to my pain,
I am all alone on this lonely lane
What was my fault that day
when the sky was so gray
I was happy and so excited,
I every sense was so delighted
I was flying like a bee on the flower,
I had all the heavenly power
Roaming around is always a fun
Care of all and fear of none
And suddenly a breakdown,
and I got raped in the town
I am no more a normal being,
as for them, I was a thing..
I am bleeding day and night,
hope is far from the sight..
But I decided to fight back,
I will never bend my neck
Though I have pain in my heart,
Though it makes me weak, it hurt..
But I will rise Oh ! Mom I promise
I will again feel the eternal bliss..
Will never stitch my wounds I know,
Will never rise from this extreme low
Can never show my face to someone
Can never give birth to someone
Still, I will rise, still give you light,
to show something hidden in bright
will never forget that night
when humanity ran out of my sight
Mom! I am your innocent daughter
Mom! I know you love me a lot
Mom ! you gave me birth
Mom! I am always in your thought
I will live for you and your dreams
I will never cry, I will never scream
I am still naked inside.
Beautiful, trace element
is trembling, involuntarily
in infamy.
You live to succumb again.
The halved body does not stir
after the explosion.
Lips were moving without voice.
Tonelessly your feet
melt in the steps of saints.
The wounded sun is born again
in the name of faceless martyrs.
For whom the birds will fly
after a terror strike ?
The sky was asking the wayfarer,
who has betrayed the path ?
Satish Verma
If I were Emperor of the Mughal Crown in Delhi
British brutality's storm would haven't blown in Delhi
Heaven of the Earth (Kashmir) is bathed in blood everyday
Nothing but death's rose garden is daily grown in Delhi
She was so white and soft last month when left Shimla in North
Air is bad, my girlfriend's skin is turning brown in Delhi
Now have become representative of Europe's splendor
Pieces of art stolen from and never shown in Delhi
There are casts and religious public fights there, nothing else
Seed of peace and friendship has never been sown in Delhi
Though it has seen many destroyers, yet its still existent
Can be seen symbols of every up and down in Delhi
I-n
N-ice New
D-elhi place,
I-nteresting
A-reas are tourist spots so amazing.
Topic: India's 70th Republic Day (January 26,2019)
Form: Acrostictractys
November is best month of year
Winter begins, new year is near
It is time to enjoy the sun
Go for walks in afternoon sun
Most people seen sitting in sun
Eating nuts and chatting is fun
It becomes dark outside too soon
Time to finish work before moon
At night really cool winds blow
Temperature is very low
Nights spent at home with heater on
Water cold geyser always on
Bed time in blanket thick and warm
Cold weather surrounds in full form
In morning hot drink is a must
For bathing hot water is must
In cold water body is numb
Unable to move, you feel dumb
Date: 10/27/2020
8 syllabus count per line checked at poetry soup syllabus counter
19 million people, waking up in the morning,
going about their lives, from one corner to
another, jumping on one route and reaching
another. Delhi, you beautiful beautiful city,
I hear you carry, within, a soul so old that
you age with time. Oh Delhi, you beautiful
mistake.
19 million people, 573 sq. mi long city,
so many lives, so many dreams. Delhi, you
infuriating mess. Ask anyone they'll have a
story to tell, of a time not known to you, a
time not understood by me but a thousand
people willing to stop and listen along with
their daily cup of tea.
Everyone in here experiences this city in a
way that quite differently do align, and they
are definitely unconnected to mine. Mine
starts with a gate, number 7 it seems,
a chamber block with III written on it and a
floor to see what is unseen. Oh Delhi,
you are so full of mysteries.
On the 7th floor fire exit, you can see the
glory of this city in one place. If you look at
the expanse, I swear you can fly. From the
magnificence that is the Raisina Hill, running
along the Parliament and the tricolored
beauty of India gate. Hold on, wait for a
moment. Absorb the lights, the Grandeur
and move one.
The chilly breeze, often takes you with it to
the never ending work in progress that is
Pragati Maidan which literally translates
to “progress grounds” and to the ruins of
the Old fort, which once was the residence
of the huge empire, resonates the losses
and the gains.
The 7th floor fire exit captures the beauty
that is Delhi, but it also takes you on a
journey to the gems lost in time. If you look
around, you'll see the Jawaharlal Nehru
Stadium, sitting on the high chair, looking
down at the city. If you go a little further,
you'll find the Lotus temple.
Right there, just there, stop and think. Look
beyond the temple and you'll find yourself.
You'll see where you've reached and the
place where you started from. Delhi, you are
the reason for my suffering and the reason
for my contentment.
There are 19 million people in this city and
the 7th floor, Chamber block III is my place
of solace.
when military wage war people should rally
delhi be city of rally
bombay is mumbai
calcutta is kolkata
madras is chennai
delhi be city of rally
when military wage war people should rally
delhi be city of rally
border states be strengthened
borders activity be echoed in parliament
when military wage war people should rally
delhi be city of rally
india be synonymous with military might
ministry of war be established
when military wage war people should rally
delhi be city of rally
I drifted off
far in the ocean
only to find
the stream
back home.
Some people cross our paths repeatedly in life,
They meet, part, and reconnect.
In this crowd, some people Meet us in such a way
As if it’s a bond from lifetimes past.
How does a stranger Come so close,
Without a sound, And make a home In our lives?
They say it’s a debt From past lives
That everyone Must repay.
No matter how hard we try To run away,
Nature brings us Face to face.
We cannot define Such relationships,
Yet they become An inseparable part of our lives,
Like air is to breath.
What a unique bond This is in life.