Best Titled Poems
LOVE KNOT?
There once was a girl who was smitten,
On a guy she always was hittin’.
He threw her a rope,
Which gave her some hope,
Until she saw how it was fittin’.
[Just a few changes -- new title, two changed words. Makes all the difference, doesn't it?]
The most fun of the teen years
rise again
with the sweetest memories
of the period.
Moon filled nights
city lights
deeply sentimental
freshly elemental.
The must awaited poetry book by a national awardee Nikhil Chandwani has finally been released. With high expectations and very high potential buyers due to his massive fan support, Nikhil finally released his poetry book titled Ink'd With Love.
There have been books on teenagers and there have been books on their emotions but somehow, these images are not of only one individual. Hence a new poetry book that is titled Ink'd With Love. It involves many romantic poems written by a national award winner, Nikhil Chandwani.. At every stage of the teenager’s life he or she faces deception, is cheated and the hurt refuses to go away. It is an interesting portrayal of the neo-adult life- where aspirations are on the high, the zeal to make a difference for oneself is acute- and still the mind is overlapped with childlike innocence ready to take the deadly plunge into the real mayhem of chaotic existence. What seems rosy attracts but the taste of reality is later bittersweet leaving a long lasting impact in the reader’s mind- giving him the chance to identity with the protagonist.
Much of the work comes across as poetic images, disjointed sentences… the stream of consciousness that pervades the young… they do so many things at the same time. They live their own lives and also lives of others around them. It affects them and yet they are unable to perceive the feelings as one whole. Some can take the hurt along with the accolades but some are unable to take the hurt. They suffer broken, disjointed lives and some are even forced to give up the struggle. This is the life of a teenager portrayed by one of the fastest rising author from India, Nikhil Chandwani.
This is his second book. First one of an international best seller
Nineteen year old Nikhil Chandwani is a prolific writer. He writes fictional stories for various magazines, newspapers and websites. He is a gifted lyricist, best selling author (I wrote your name in the sky) and a national award winning poet rolled into one. He is, at present, pursuing his engineering degree from VIT Vellore.
Walking through the desert
A genre-less beast of burden
The flaming orb in the sky
A brutal master so true
She trudges with drooped head
With feet like lead
Moving involuntarily
Towards the bleak unknown
Hark! What do I see?
A great body of water
Inevitably doomed
Soles bruising Earth
In a for-ward movement
To-wards un-avoidable destruction
Eyes scanning the horizon
Doom is definitely the solution
This great body of doom
Lapping at the toes
She'd rather take the plunge
Than turn her back on it
She'd rather swim across
Than wait for her salvation....
The Egyptians are coming
The must awaited poetry book by a national awardee Nikhil Chandwani has finally been released. With high expectations and very high potential buyers due to his massive fan support, Nikhil finally released his poetry book titled Ink'd With Love.
There have been books on teenagers and there have been books on their emotions but somehow, these images are not of only one individual. Hence a new poetry book that is titled Ink'd With Love. It involves many romantic poems written by a national award winner, Nikhil Chandwani.. At every stage of the teenager’s life he or she faces deception, is cheated and the hurt refuses to go away. It is an interesting portrayal of the neo-adult life- where aspirations are on the high, the zeal to make a difference for oneself is acute- and still the mind is overlapped with childlike innocence ready to take the deadly plunge into the real mayhem of chaotic existence. What seems rosy attracts but the taste of reality is later bittersweet leaving a long lasting impact in the reader’s mind- giving him the chance to identity with the protagonist.
Much of the work comes across as poetic images, disjointed sentences… the stream of consciousness that pervades the young… they do so many things at the same time. They live their own lives and also lives of others around them. It affects them and yet they are unable to perceive the feelings as one whole. Some can take the hurt along with the accolades but some are unable to take the hurt. They suffer broken, disjointed lives and some are even forced to give up the struggle. This is the life of a teenager portrayed by one of the fastest rising author from India, Nikhil Chandwani.
This is his second book. First one of an international best seller
Nineteen year old Nikhil Chandwani is a prolific writer. He writes fictional stories for various magazines, newspapers and websites. He is a gifted lyricist, best selling author (I wrote your name in the sky) and a national award winning poet rolled into one. He is, at present, pursuing his engineering degree from VIT Vellore.
The soul is an alley,
littered with guilt.
The mind is a sausage
perched on a stilt.
Alone on a hill-
Afternoon end of summer;
Dark clouds piling-up.
U.N.titled…
Mind flickering
Painful memories
Tears falling
Refusing to feel
Thoughts wandering
Down the broken path
Of shattered dreams
And fractured realities
Emotions trickling
Into the rivers of feelings
Unable to contain
The waters break free
Sadness washes over me
Grief engulfs me
Words spilling forth
Breaking my resolve
Im looking for inspiration
instead god gives me patience
you see he wants me to cure a nation
of violence and hatred
bias and racists
all weapons of Satan
he plays the part of patron
but its your soul hell be taking
and your thoughts will be shaken
leave your heart darker than a Haitian
so im going to cement these words like a mason
into the youth because time we’ve been wasting
like an hourglass with a hole that is gaping
going after the politicians who are raping
society while the media is taping
we got to find a way to take them
away from the money that im making
tired of making late payments
because my senators driveway needs new pavement
wondering where my god went
while im searching got to dodge rent
cuz all my money got spent
ain’t got a damn dime in my pocket
couldn’t even pay a hot girl a compliment
so how can i remain confident
in a new medicare package
when my people in Iraq is
dying just to get cheaper gas man
im about to go in blasting
verbal shots to them bastards
lawyers , politicians and pastors
all make money with every casket
like they’ve made it a task kid
filling death certificates like a basket
and they continue to mask it
but the make up is running fast kid
so maybe we will all get past this
before i get old like past tense
cuz ive been trying back since
bush was in office
and im still appalled with
the judicial process
your guilty till proven innocent
so in a sense
your innocence
has been disregarded since
they constituted no constitution
and ****ed your over with amendments
but they don’t mend ****
and im offended because when they said
we the people"i thought they meant it
and ima end with
**** a president with the long dick of the government
so maybe they’ll know what its like to get screwed by their countrymen
I wish that you could see "The Real Me".
I'm not just that girl with the "Scarred Heart".
This torture of "Forbidden Love" has to end,
"Nevermore" can this broken heart long for love.
"Just Forget Me", my inspiration, I can no longer find you.
Instead I have to write about "A Fairy's Fantasy" world,
and not a true love ode, but an "Ode To Autumn".
Finding my "Soul Mate" would bring "Serenity" to me.
"For No One But Me" deserves this happiness,
such an inspiration would be "Heaven For A Poet".
Written for Adam Hapworth's contest - It's all in the Titles
I remember when i brought you home
A little princess in a beautiful dress
Your little round head full of brown thick hair
With dark sparkly brown eyes
I cried when you were born
My precious baby girl
I knew i'd love you forever
the moment you came into the world
You are my pride and joy
Bless your little heart and soul
May you live a life of happiness
Yes,live your best and be whole.
I have this one dated feb.08.03
LOVE
It is special and caring
Like an everlasting kiss,
To infinity and beyond
Something you don't want to miss,
A big warm hug
Or a special little treasure
A never ending joyride
It just brings you so much pleasure,
Your body gets all tingly
You feel as light as a feather,
Your heart beats just a little faster
Whenever you're together
Roses are red white is a dove
Blue is a sky
WHAT COLOR IS LOVE?
Nov 2004
I need to hear the words
just to ease my soul
Three gentle little words
that help to keep me whole
They express so much
little words they are
the emotion is so strong
When torn apart so far
It will make me smile
with grace and style
it is worth my while
To style myself with a smile
Please tell me the words i'd like to hera
Put a smile on my soul say "i love you" in my ear.
Sitting up at 8 AM
writing a poem
I’m really not a morning person
A tissue box is my desk
A Horizon of Hope pen
That’s PEN
not PIN
I remember you don’t seem to mind the acoustic difference
And I’m writing all this down
on the back of complied bad pick-up lines
No glasses
no contacts
all blurred
This is me
coming out of shock
Finally
Because you drove so far
only to sleep beside me
One night
with appointments far away
in the morning
Set my alarm for 6:41
didn’t go off (that was a coincidence, I swear)
but you were out the door
by 6:54
You told me to stay
in bed
Don’t walk you out
I did this
but now I’m awake
and desperately tired
and spelling every other word
completely wrong
Sitting up
cold, blanket less
with beginning sunlight creeping up my back
Sitting up
at 8 AM
writing a poem
I’m really not
a morning person
a bold storm gathers
plundering fields--a wasteland
baby leaflets saved
Haiku No Title
17 April 2018
I dare to dream
to know thyself
failure is not
an option
I stand as
splendid witness
on lifted wings
soaring ever higher
A question of time...
A moment in time...
pause...
before it's over
The essence of silence
flame of life
blessed are the days
before me...
(Thinking to myself)
Just leave it blank then simply put the end at the bottom
The End........