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Best Poems Written by Nishtha Kedia

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Me Versus You

Am I too loud for you ,
or is it just my voice that bothers you.

you complain that i speak too much,
or i am too harsh or i speak about any thing,
or that i speak at all.

I demand that you speak just once.
just once you speak about the things went wrong, things that mattered.
just once you heed to your inner voice,
just once you here your self out loud.

Is my presence that disturbing,
Or its my existence that haunts you.

you have problems with my attitude,
my voice, my face, my poise my space.
my eyes, my lips, my size, my feet.
you have problem with my everything.

I prefer to be present that to vanish once for all.
to have eyes to see, not to stare.
to have lips to speak not to spare.
To have attitude mistaken, than to have none at all.
To have existence loud and clear ,
than to a mere occupant.

You laugh at my failures,
I smile at your ignorance.

You smile at my jokes,
I laugh at your presence.

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How Did I Get Here

I once used to be chirpy bubbly,
I once used to laugh on my fall.
I find myself now dull and quite.
how did I end up here of all.
how did I forget my smile,
did I just let it slip away,
help me fathom the haul.

I used to share my every bit,
I used to open up my soul.
how did I end up concealing my self,
how did i end up in a box.
I can see the warmth of touch,
but feel nothing at all.

there were times when i chatted merrily,
in one breath, without a thought.
now I pause my self to think,
did I overstep my line,
or did I mutter something wrong.

this is is so unlike me,
but some how it is me.

I still love the old me,
but the cautious me
has taken the reins.

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Lost and Found

you need to tell me what you need,
what is it that you aimlessly seek.
what is it that occupies your mind,
something so unsetteling until you find.

the world is missing under your feet,
the tresures so rich fail to please.
the sun is dark and stars so dull,
please let me help you ,
please utter the word.

you despise the things that others crave,
reject the blessings and still you pray.
you can reach the sky but slip the hills,
you sleep all day wide awake.
eyes are blank and the lips are muttering,
wait hold on a moment time is ticking.

listen to the music , 
hear the song,
just live in the moment,
just humm along.
tap your feet once a while,
talk to the strangers,
dont pretend but smile.
scream and shout,
cry out loud.
its ok to be broken,
but dont scatter around.

you need my help and you need it now,
accpect it at once,
or you later come around.


hope to find what is lost,
try to correct that went wrong.
please enjoy the adventure,
that connects the dots.
dont miss on the roses,
just to avoid the thorns.

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India Burning

Its an independent India.
People are free and secular.
Free to shout free to kill,
Free to misuse the power of youth.
Secular enough to have an opinion,
But just not enough to stand by the truth.

Incredible India we all proclaim,
What is so incredible if I dare.
Stone pelters aiming the army,
When the aim was shifted to one of them,
The YOUNG INDIA came to scare.

Liberal India is on rise,
When it comes to women,
Their rights, voice, safety or choice,
We are all old tradition.
Run and ruled by angry men.

Technology today governs the life we lead.
Tech savvies are everywhere.
Power resides with everyone.
Everyone now has a power of pen.
The power that is used to have a view,
To criticize the good to condemn the few.

Sense of judgement was long forgotten,
Now even the common sense is bygone.
A kid is raped and no one to speak,
Terrorist is killed and a martyr is born.

Elite, high class, intellectuals or rich,
All are defined only by their class.
Clean India better India,
Is the idea they serve only for timepass.
Preachers preach ‘curb poverty’,
‘Feed a hungry mouth’,
Just a check on the food they waste,
And it’s their worth that’s all about.

My India is a beautiful village girl,
Unaware of her beauty,
Yet to discover its worth.
Weighed down by hypocritical society,
Crushed to dirt by her own ‘men at work’.

All she need is some kind words,
Someone to appreciate her and love.
Just a caring hand to nurture,
An open ground for her to run.

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One Religion

one religion

One religion that is a way of life.
It calm’s me when I anxious,
Soothes me when I am down,
Its my hope when I am lost,
Its my crutches when I can’t walk.

One religion

One religion takes away life.
Its so brutal it overpowers the mind.
Its the only way to survive,
its the rule that everyone should abide.
its above all laws.
The ultimate rule for mankind.

One religion.

One religion that helps the needy,
One religion that feeds the poor.
One religion that knows to forgive
One religion that loves the world.

One religion

One religion that fuels the terror,
One religion that preaches war.
One religion insecure and weak,
One religion hates the peace.

One religion 

One religion that is humanity,
The life of all the existence of earth.
one religion that is love,
That is stronger than hate,
And firmer than faith.
World so peaceful 
relations so pure.