Those who are crying for their own.
Hell is near, there is no Ganga.
Either wiped your tears or took vengeance.
Do they belong to any religion?
Even they have the reason.
Last loud laugh became silent.
Have a fore burnt them? No, never, not…
Inside hate, inside anarchy, insiders have burnt them.
Love has no boundaries as enmity.
Others will make it political stage.
Some will win, some will loss,
Some will live but many will die eternally.
-SHUBHAM PANDEY
The bright shining visage
As glowing as the glossy morning sun.
Brighter the legs,
Though not fully seen,
That pulls a thousand eye’s apples
The skirt tangles
Above the knee.
Chubby thighs and knees too.
It was a sober chilly foggier morn
And the fainting Beings.
The rest wool flocked
The socks locked ankles
That protrude the blocky shoes
And the unmindful bosoms swing.
The neatened curly locks hang on her temples
Thoughtful, mischievous timid eyes
With conniving looks –
They look and don’t look.
Cognizant of being starred at.
Look at everyone and not at anyone.
Her whitish brown angular countenance
And the big bag of assumed knowledge on her back.
She walks into the school bus GF 8,
Lost herself in thinking of thoughts -both hers and others.
Pulling down the tens of ‘manly’ sights.
And the unmindful women
Both in envy and admiration.
Celebrating Pherzawl's Serenity
I’ve fallen in love with Pherzawl’s gentle air,
I’ve fallen in love where cool whispers dare.
Though summer scorches lands both far and near,
Though summer scorches, here the sky is clear.
I’m dreaming of Delhi’s relentless blaze,
I’m dreaming of Guwahati’s fiery haze.
Hmarkhawlien and Silchar’s blazing heat,
Hmarkhawlien and Silchar, I’m not missing that beat.
But here, soft mist cloaks all in silver shrouds,
But here, the clouds drift low like quiet crowds.
Life blooms beneath Pherzawl’s serene sky,
Life blooms beneath where cool soft breezes sigh.
© 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto
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.
You know,
I am a restless woman
from centuries past,
Who does not know
the address of her home.
I am searching
For the address of my home.
The house where I was born,
Had wealth that was not my own.
I worked,
Toiled,
And in all joys and sorrows,
I was a companion,
Yet I remained always an outsider.
In the house where I came
After marriage,
Carrying thousands of dreams,
I was called the girl of the outsider home.
I managed both home and outside,
Yet remained an outsider.
Today I have become old,
Now the owner of the house
Is my son.
Even now, I do not know
The address of my home.
My heart,
Betrays me,
At the shape of your name,Delhi.
It never felt like some cosmic relation,
Like when I was kid ,I never cared of your existence,
All I've ever dreamt for is to be somewhere new,
I didn't care where or with whom.
So why do I feel this hurt,
At the sound of your name,Delhi.
Maybe because I had you for a while,
Now I have nothing at all.
Maybe because you were the home,
I was looking for so long.
It never felt like a cosmic relation,
But I'm grieving for my desertion of you.
What we had feels like a dream,
I'd recapture it,replay it,rehearse it,
The love once was,is now just a memory,
I'd forget,but I'll never forgive you,Delhi.
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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 drifted off
far in the ocean
only to find
the stream
back home.
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
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
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.
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.
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-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
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