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Hemvardhan Shah Poem
I sing the rhythm of rain
Floating showers, melting pain
Not to late, not to soon
Every drop is bliss, every drop is boon
Sun hides & shadows disappear
Lightning flashes as dark clouds appear
Mind gets wet, and bodies follow
Mist in air, prays for time we borrow
One story begins, one story ends
Holding between spaces fingers bend
Rainbow shines to paint the skies
Rain drops sparkle like widespread fireflies
The feelings which will afire again
Will listen to soothing sounds of rain
Copyright © Hemvardhan Shah | Year Posted 2018
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Hemvardhan Shah Poem
Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway?
The words fluttered & flew in the wind, blowing faraway
They settled like petals of flowers on grass
To express like water crossing to pass
Where history repeats but changes look new
Many things are said but words are few
Some speak about the time, travel & fate
Beyond the horizon, and within this gate
Where strangers meet & leave a mark
And dears ones break & steal the spark
Since unknown ages before existence of human
From breaking the cage, till winning the freedom
Where love, hate, revenge & power
Define the roles of unknown desires
Some begin with life, some at death
Some tell the truth, some play with faith
Tales of distances, where sacrifices are made
Where morals & values are bribed for trade
Where emotions burn, with failures or gain
Emerging like waves of agony & pain
Fables of learnings, experience & actions
Plethora of situations, problems & reactions
Drama of justice, fallacies & prejudice
Mocking instances, rolling like a dice
Making us cry, making us smile
Hidden in pages, spreading every mile
What is new? What is old?
What was missed? What will unfold?
How rules were made? How were they broken?
To reveal the facts, and find what was stolen?
From small steps to edge of glories,
Struggle & survival, with art & theories
Every story is unique, but characters look different
With time & needs, influenced or coherent
My Story, Your Story, Our Story is same
Scripted with words, With all new names, to make some fame
Copyright © Hemvardhan Shah | Year Posted 2018
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Hemvardhan Shah Poem
I am blessed to born with a cry
Bringing smiles around, like a flashing pry
World is wisdom, balancing the stories
As ages pass with unsaid glories
The pickle is delivered with taste of moment
On the floor, earthed to live as a tenant
As we revolve, so does the time
Moons and stars, with the glowing lime
Ears, eyes and all my senses
Are never enough to cross the fences
Caged in free world, running with the stress
With triggered emotions, and endless chase
Have learned through this journey
Clueless is makers wish,
Timeless are tale of attorneys.
Copyright © Hemvardhan Shah | Year Posted 2024
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