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Best Poems Written by Shubham Chaoji

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The One Who Never Was

With legs quiveringing I stood, 
Over a mountain so high,
Never had I thought, I would,
Reach where only some birds fly.

Afraid to take a step wrong,
And take a fall, far too long,
I walked the pace of a kid,
Never adieu I wanted to bid,
To the heaven to where I had made,
And stand so tall and still not be dead

A gust of wind pushed me then,
Over the edge, so I went,
Got hold of my breath back, when,
I could feel a hand was lent.

An angel, I thought it was,
But then it didn't suit my laws,
Took me a while to fathom,
It was no nymph who had come,
But my own self holding on,
Now with the delusion gone.

A rock I had gripped while on,
My way down to paradise;
I could feel a new me born,
With strength enough to rise.

That was the time when I thought, 
All our wars are to be fought,
With nobody by our side,
Then why do we get so tied,
To the one who never was,
With all his exempted flaws?

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The Cabin

Like alarms in my ears, these horns blaring,
Through my peaceful dreams and nightmare, tearing,
With smoke in my lungs and sleep in my eyes,
Out of my bed in this city, I rise.

The sand pits as I step out of my home, 
With waves bathing my feet sometimes, I roam, 
Crabs burying themselves to touch of the sea, 
Cleavage of blues at horizon I see.

The cool winds entering through the window, 
Bring with them the cool of the mountain snow, 
Solace from the midday heat they provide,
I watch two forces of nature collide.

Through the canopy, pours gold to the ground, 
As to earth, through leaves, a path sun has found, 
The leaves rustle and the twigs snap under, 
In the thicket, aimless, as I wander

The sun dips in the sand and turns it cold, 
Moon crawls up as I see the night unfold,
On a deep blue canvas, the white specks spread,
I trust them to guide me back to my bed.

The cabin amidst the dancing crops stands,
Lifeless against the life begetting lands;
Farmers gather around the fire they made, 
While I watch the dazzling fireflies parade.

The cabin takes me places high and low, 
But can't travel to where I want to go, 
A place safe for every being that has breath, 
And nobody ever wishes for death.

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I Can'T Be the One

When rivers flowed down my wet eyes,
And my pillow was drenched in tears,
You were the one who heard my cries,
And helped me to chase off my fears.
I heard their sermon, of the Sears,
Even after a million tries,
I won't bring you all of the cheers,
Because that is where my fate lies.

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The Journey That Changed Me

Hardly anyone would I trust,
In my dark days, they are now past,
Altered me was the journey last,
And the change came rather too fast.

When the goal seemed to be too tough,
And I didn't have the strength enough,
To take on the forces so rough,
Arrogance, out, I had to cough.

Luxury as my food became,
And hunger would drive me insane,
Then water and juice were the same,
Wished, a lone wolf I did not tame.

Soft pillows were just a dream when, 
Earth's arms gave me the comfort then,
I slept without counting sheep ten,
Like a lion in his own den. 

When every milestone took too long,
In between two, there was a song,
And they proved my decision wrong,
Wished I was a tad bit more strong.

To diminish this greyish hue,
Around me, I'm sure, angels flew,
Made me fresh as the morning dew,
And back my strength, I felt I drew.

With their soft hands, they caressed me,
And a bright light, they made me see,
Which guided me in this journey,
The journey that had now changed me.

I now can see the light in dark,
Even if it's just a small spark,
I believe can ignite a fire,
And sure light a helping desire,
For the weak and the powerless,
And those who seem to be a mess.
Demon then turns to an angel,
Makes the world a place livable,
Lift the trodden upon to feet,
And join their magnificent fleet, 
Of rays of brilliant sunshine,
To make the world a place too fine.

Now I faith the folks around me,
And my body's limits I see,
I'm glad I made this journey,
The journey that has changed me.

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The Departure

Murkier the world goes every day, 
Dark clouds cloaking every Sun Ray, 
Wetting the grounds with blood and tears, 
Thunders follow, of pain and fears.

Voyage towards a better place, 
Looking for a trace of solace, 
Poor souls resign the worldly greed, 
From anguish and grief, to be freed. 

Someone rejoiced these demises,
For the vessels held some prizes, 
Worth much more than the souls inside, 
Won only when the angels died.

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The Third Door

Like spikes, they pierced into my flesh,
On the old scars trickling blood fresh,
The cold, thick, red and sticky blood,
Dripped the creases, causing a flood,
The stench of blood then mixed with sweat,
As blood trickled down my arms wet,
My urge to throw up it triggered,
It'd worsen my odds, I figured,
Of fleeing this eternal despair,
To lose power, I did not dare.
Felt, I'd been hanging on for days,
My arms being roasted while ablaze,
The pain ebbed into new numbness,
From pain, 'twas a pleasant recess,
Wished forever the numbness stayed,
Of the pain as I grew afraid.
Two doors, I could see them ahead,
One pure white while the other red,
To Heaven, one would lead me,
Badly the other would bleed me.
I wasn't sure, which door to knock,
Whether die and this pain I block,
Or suffer till ceases the clock,
Between choices, felt my brain rock.
An angelic voice then I heard,
A third door to me it offered, 
Life in heaven, it hid behind,
Red hot nails the knob, did they bind,
Pain rewarded by paradise,
Not choosing this, I saw unwise.
With a final gather of might,
I then chose to escape that plight 
With the thorns still stuck in my skin,
I gave the knob a quick hard spin,
My skin hissed with my palm around,
The hot nails, and my skin was browned,
Bit my tongue, to contain my wail,
Pushed the door with a quick exhale.
Felt the air around myself change,
I was contained by a power strange, 
I could see the life in paradise,
I was glad that I paid the price.
Standing there stronger than before,
I was glad I chose the third door.