One day,
All these will become history,
For life itself ain't no'in but a mystery.
Our existence will one day be told in stories,
So serve your God and leave aside your worries;
"Abi kil'aiye jamo" when friends can be your foes
When you wish them good and they wish you woes.
Take a look at the tulips and roses along the trails,
They're lovelier than humans that are crazier than whales;
"O je yaa sora" and soak thyself in prayers,
For life's lesson comes in stratas or layers.
One day everything shall be like a dream,
Like waters forgotten, journeyed down the stream.
Niggyraslife 2026
The year when breathes breaths its last but few,
No time to plan the new based on the past
Wishes and worn memories’ dying cue,
The coming year seems an empty canvas
Or a collage of a few stray patches
From yesterdays-- mere graves of lost out dreams,
Raw choices, feelings fixed with few stitches,
Expectations gone wrong like dried out streams.
Taking a bag filled for the past travel,
We scarce can take off on a new journey,
What the New Year for you tend to foretell?
Based on the past memories, naught any,
So, leave aside what so leaves you alone,
The year’s left you in lurch and all but gone.
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Sonnet | 09.01.2026 | dreams, memories, New Year
To start with she hesitates, if at best,
Then unwinds, loosens up, forward to move
And begins to show tides like interest,
Immerses then in art of making love,
Not in any hurry to reach the crest,
A dove before, she now gets into groove,
No mean moist, in mood, looks for privacy
To give immense joy as spouse so happy.
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Translation (Ottava Rima) | 27.08.2025 | love, passion
Note: Here is a verse (in Shardul-vikridit meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). This verse is about the love-making ways of women-- how from being hesitant initially she becomes so passionate to leave aside all shyness. Here is the transliteration:
Pra-angaam eti mana aagana aagata rasam jaata abhilaashaam tatah,
Sa-vridam tat anu shlathi krtat anu pra-dhvasta dhairyam punah |
Prema aardram sprhaneeya nirbhara rahah kridaa pragalbham tatah,
Nihshanka anga vikarshana adhika sukham ramyam kula stree ratam || 60 ||
She’d hypnotise, entrance in playful fun,
Annoy, amuse, play-sport, or depress men,
Embrace often as snub, damsel doe-eyed,
Hijacking heart, would show no compassion,
Wonder, what weapons would she leave aside?
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Translation (quintain) | 25.08.2025 | woman, weapon, win
Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Once a woman wins over the heart of a man what all would she not do, the poet wonders (meter: Vasanta-tilakaa). Here is the transliteration:
Sam-mohayanti madayanti vidambayanti,
Nirbhartsayanti ramayanti vishaadayanti |
Etaah pravishya sa-dayam hrdayam naraanaam,
Kim naama vaama nayanaa na samaacharanti || 21 ||
Many are born with a silver spoon in the mouth
Some are just not happy of their birth
If one rightly thinks of how time flies in south
You will be grateful for thy breath
Keeping all hope only in enjoyment
Is a scam to blindfold one into over thinking
Possibly getting heart ready for deployment
To how his time could kick the bucket and go shrinking
Leave aside the shadow of thy former self
And wear your heart on your sleeve
Then you will joyfully swing the tough
Count your blessings and joys you will retrieve
Heart rejoices to the piece of cake at hand
Than the birds in bush, so show gratitude's grand
And everyone's chance of receiving more will expand
When will my eyes find haven in ye Lady?
Thy exquisiteness is the discourse of my pleasure.
I wonder about all of your manners inestimable,
And leave aside all the common earth's treasures.
With breasts so full, my heart doth sigh
A face made radiant as the pole star.
Hair black as chimney sweeper's soot,
Her skin milky white like ivory bar.
Thy body sculpted by some angelic hand,
Hips curving as a nymph's seashell.
Thighs slender as caroling lovebirds,
Feet lingering idle by my wishing well.
Shall we meet once in lover's dance?
A choice less night, left not to chance.
This world is similar to the cursed Ghost thurst,
There is left my soul but there is no body of mine,
It's only our hearts lamentation for useless dust.
We always expect more but get none.
We chained our feet with flowers petals,
We eagerly wait for new hopes and new desires,
When we will stop being abnormals?
We can't leave aside our high ambitions and aspires.
This universe is similar to a canvas,
And I am here is a portrait,
The crisis I meet always make me nervous,
I assume how long I have to wait?
I want to get myself out from this so called world,
I want to store courage into my bones,
Though I know someone will try to down my head.
I should not try not to be indifferent ones.
No enemy of joy is left to see
How balmy sleep envelops us anew,
As sand and foam are gathered by the sea
In an array of sparkling gold and blue.
Within the realm of fantasy there is
A calm oasis waiting to be found,
And he who claims the prize to make it his
Can find repose and succor without bound.
If I, instead, prefer to stay with you
And leave aside the quests of yesterday,
I pay the penance which is always due
When man decides to keep his heart at bay.
Though I may try to leave the world behind,
Your voice and call still linger in my mind.
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What is happiness?
Just sadness a little less.
Or maybe a chance,
To party n dance.
As a matter of fact,
Happiness is abstract.
Today's sorrow
Can make you smile tomorrow.
Life is meant to smile,
Leave aside your worries for a while.
Let the colours fly,
Never may a soul cry.
To be happy is in your hand,
Don't wait for a reason grand.
Just look around you,
Contented are very few.
Happiness needs no occasion,
Its a game of positive vision.
It can change your life forever,
And let you fall never.
I, myself smile a lot
I maybe happy, maybe not.
It doesn't lessen your pain,
But, it does help you gain.
Its a contagious disease,
Let the virus release.
Be the reason, for a while,
Of someone's precious smile.
You might have a frowning brow,
But don't let your smile go.
Its one thing you can't buy,
And still spread to every guy.
Hope you get the message behind,
Don't be the fox that whined.
All I wish to impart,
Keep smiling till the world breaks apart.
"Smile an everlasting smile, A smile can bring you near to me..."
-Malvika
THE JOURNEY OF LIFE
The journey of life,
Like a dream never ending
Unknown destination, consequences unseen.
Yet one has to live for another,
The one who seldom sparks as a lightning
To show the brighter path among
others which are darkening.
Family and friends loves you,
Your body and mind.
But yet your soul seeks and keeps on seeking,
Until it finds the real truth of life
which lies covered underneath the ashes of illusion.
The truth is that you have to be brave,
To leave aside all the relations,
To end the journey all alone,
To be intimate with immortality,
with peace in your mind and not with a mourn.
I see the tears
Falls from the eyes of the innocences
I see the guts
It’s moving swiftly into waste
There’s no place to hide
The war has already begun
It’s the rise and fall of a kingdom
The management of the regal company
The people are crying
Shed the tears of heaven rain
The world is getting old and so are we
And somehow I feel so hopeless
There is a scene of grievance
The melancholy of the invisible people
The scene you neglected to see
And it’s real so don’t think something surreal
I am weak without armor shields my skin
But I want to fight out there
I think the world needs millions of souls
Souls who will fight for it, to defend it
I want to see a different world
Where the people help others
Leave aside all the differences
Fight for a better life, a better world
Buried all the capitalist and the monarchist
Because this inequality is contagious
Most of them are dying for food and education
This is the actual scene of grievance
But take a look at them,
Drinking from the river of gold
Trying to tear down the existence of the world
They’re turning dirt into gold but love into hate
The world needs help
But how can I help?
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