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Gitesh Gourav Poem
A discussion on the round,
But it knows, it doesn't have to sound,
For, it is blamed for a crime it never meant to commit,
It's work was to bring smiles,and so it never did quit.
For seasons pass, it remains at halt,
It's passiveness after that though, is not actually it's fault,
But few seasons are such,
Which make it run,
Forever and ever,it's never done.
Runs fast, never worries of speed,
Someone else would nastily bleed,
Coz, it obeys, and changes speeds in seconds
It's our finger tips on which it reckons.
Three hands and a grip so tight,
With content the family bids good night,
But, their trust lies with the tough material it is made of,
For once if it loses the grip, it could break someone's head off…. ;)
Copyright © Gitesh Gourav | Year Posted 2013
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All my memories of the past,
I try hard,but they always last,
I try to forget,I try to weep,
But the memories are in so deep,
That every time I see some one smile,
It reminds me of her very particular style,
She had a style,a style so sweet,
To get a glimpse,I waited on the street,
And one day I waited for long she never came,
I stopped eating,drinking,and burned my hand in the flame,
For the flame reminded me of the fire in her eyes,
I still waited for the next day's surprise....
The sun came,but she never appeared,
My body sank,and my heart feared,
For she was my energy,my soul,my life,
Without her I knew,I could hardly survive..
Days passed and she never came,
I knew at my heart,this was god's game,
For I never did a sin,never did anything wrong,
Then who is god to take her away for so long,
I decided to play my part in the game,
I left the street,and got into the flame.
For I knew she was my life,and god was too clever,
The flame could only prove my love forever...!!
Copyright © Gitesh Gourav | Year Posted 2013
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Gitesh Gourav Poem
His money, her love..!!
his arm, her curve..!!
his strength, her sweetness,
his simplicity, her greatness..!!
his company, her shopping,
his poem, her copying..!! ;)
his movie, her song,
his making her right, and her making him wrong..!! ;)
his tie, her dress,
his arrangement, her mess..!!
his style, her fashion,
his surprise, her reaction..!!
his eyes, her lips,
his tricks, and her tweaks..!!
his smile, her dimples,
his headache, and her pimples..!!
his fight, her tear,
his looks, her stare..!!
his patience, her entrance,
his proposal,her acceptance..!! :)
Keep Smiling.... :)
Copyright © Gitesh Gourav | Year Posted 2014
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Gitesh Gourav Poem
with the tilt of the head,
and a heart so heavy...
he sits on the floor of his home,
thinking every moment about his capital levy...
for there are days,
with nothing to pass the time,
the god himself is staying so long,
and the dryness has dried the pond's slime...
the particles of the dust ready to enter the skin,
with the skin showcasing designer patches,
they never bothered playing in the dust,
roaming around with the deep itchy scratches...
there's no fire,
not a dime for the mere matchstick,
the dampness is breaking the strength,
And so is breaking the house's every brick…
still, they live, they live like mopes,
carrying a soul, with the least of their hopes,
for they believe, a chariot might come to take everyone in their house,
until then they will wait, and they will not let their flames douse…
Copyright © Gitesh Gourav | Year Posted 2013
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Gitesh Gourav Poem
Always lost in those deep dark thoughts,
Trying to figure, why my life has all the knots..?
I don’t know why I think so much,
coz never before I had problems as such..
I feel like leaving it forever and all,
But before climbing again, the ant has to fall..
That very ant reminds me to hold on,
for winners never quit, and the fight stays on..
Until I die, I will always keep fighting,
No matter at my side, am the only one standing..
Trying to conquer my deepest of fears,
Though I have been held captive(by them) for last many years..
Life had me tested tough enough,and had it’s own harm done,
I never knew, instead of being others’, I could be my own favourite one..
So, here I come breaking the chains, to shine my medal of glory,
I know it’s just the climax; to the world I am yet to tell my story….!! :)
Copyright © Gitesh Gourav | Year Posted 2016
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