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Best Poems Written by Harsh Dubey

Below are the all-time best Harsh Dubey poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Until I Close My Eyes

In the lap  of dawn, as I slept in the melody of the cool breeze,
The countryside started to whistle as she stepped on those petals.
The most elegant figure that shines along with the sun-rays,
Her smile shied the butterflies away; her single glance took the by-passers breath away.

She sang and danced to the melody of the wind,
That fragment of my imagination blew away as I closed my eyes.
I left a sigh and walked past her, hoping to see her again someday.

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A Night Without Light

It seems so dark,  darker than usual,
I wonder what it feels like to have a clear sight.
I keep my eyes open wide,
While I  pursue a ray of light.

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What's the Hurry

Sunlight struck the window, and it all began again,
Leaving the half-written page behind, I started a new page.
In diligence of making a dream into reality, I left behind my true image,
The image seems to be sunk by now, in the water of rain.

Persistently running in that direction, stretching my hand to grab it,
My guileless approach is in vain, no matter how much I drag it.

It's about time I sat and watched the sun drowning in the sky,
Maybe a melody or psalm can give peace to my mind.
Tomorrow again the sun will rise, and I will be hovering over peace, I can't find,
I Will Find a new cram to write on a page, or at least I will try.

There was a sound that gave me peace in the state of worry,
"Let's have a little chat son, What's the hurry?".

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Girl-At-The-Bridge

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Sunset time, was on for a ride,
The silence was captured on the roadside.
Her moving steps got frozen at a sight,
Those eyes were shining in daylight.
Smooth air was playing with her hairs,
The view from the bridge was taking away her stress.

That slight smile captured my heart,
Time was the thing, falling apart.
Rarely I have seen such a cheerful soul,
Living that moment was her only goal.
Holding her hands comforted me for a while,
"Let's go mom", I told with a smile.>

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Shooting-Star

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Somethings are never gonna change,
The way you love them is gonna be the same.
Doesn't matter if they hurt you for a while,
Still, you will fight for their smile.
You accept them as they are,
"Their Happiness", you wish from a shooting star.

A point then comes, when you give up,
The hope that you had, also gets stuck.
Your sweet memories are always with them,
Your biggest fear is to lose them.
You try to run from your feelings so far,
Wait, there's another shooting star.>

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Criminal

"Your last wish?", asked one cop,
The man in prison got some hope.
The old man's life was like hell,
With the hat on his head, he came out of jail.

Before he dies, wanted to do something good,
"Teach my son how to smile", he said in an amusing mood.
Dangled on the rope, the old man died,
With tears in his eyes, the cop finally smiled.

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One-Day

One day he will pass that road,
where there's a building full of memories old.
A wave of thought will splash his mind,
Will remember some people of his kind.

One day he will cross that gate,
where he was often standing for being late.
He will roam here and there all around, 
But will not find his squad on the ground.

One day he will climb those stairs,
Where he often spotted some lovely pairs.
His wet eyes will observe flash for a while,
Will remember those idiots and will give a smile.

One day he will enter that class,
Will smile by seeing those broken window glass.
His ears will sense some weird sound,
Tutors complaining, "Why talking so loud?".
He will observe some benches which were spoiled nicely in past,
But to his wonder, his favorite bench remains LAST.

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Last-Thing

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Let's build our castles in san again,
That makes us forget all our pains.
Sleep on her lap when nightmares haunt,
That's the last thing I want.

Let's make that paper boat float in rain,
Had nothing to lose or to gain.
Fight with pillows as the way we fought,
That's the last thing I want.

Let's listen to those fairy tales once again,
Make stupid demands and be insane.
Having these memories in my thought,
Living my life is all that I want.>

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Color of Butterfly

Impressed by its color I went to chase it,
Taking small steps towards the direction it flew.

Those white stripes on its wings seem to reflect the sun rays,
The yellow border on its body was the color of sun itself.
Wandering after some time, it sat on a blossom,
Without being noticed, I caught its wings between my fingers.

The color I admired most, now slowly started to wane,
In no time, a part of its color was on my finger, and it flew away.

Blaming myself for that act, I asked my dad why it happened?
Lifting me in his arms he said, "This is all the work of nature.
When we try to know someone and get close to them,
They are bound to show their true hue."
I held the hands that were lifting me, there was no color dwindling from him,
Maybe I was too naive to notice, he was his true self in front of me.

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Healing Grief

The sudden feeling of getting torn inside, it's revealing,
fears of the past scaling the walls of time.
It's starting to get warm inside his breathing,
is getting soft, and tired of playing hide and seek with time.

Those perplexing griefs of the past,
Realizing, to smile when he's lonely, is in-vain.
It turned out that those good-byes were the last,
yet will get conceived in the feeling of love, again.

Searching for a reason to smile, getting more away from relief,
Talking to those droplets of rain is healing the grief.