Poetry I Write My Way || श्रृंखला

My Love is different It was now grown up Age was showing the youth All the limitations were broken  As it applied its rule. It was crazy for the aim  For which none was to blame But was too slow For it was an angry fellow. This was such a stage Which is popular as teen age. As soon it will attend It will feel for a friend At once it changed to dove World knew it was in love. But its love is different As it is in stage of student It loved but books The best it took Was the way that led Not to nights but to days. It crossed the worldly shrub  And finally got its love.                    - Saket Singh Description  : This poem is the first poem of Saket Singh. when he was in class 11th, he started writing poems both in English as well as in Hindi.  Kaliyug  is the first hindi poem by him. He wrote what he was experiencing and had experienced. This poem went through many changes an...

The Confession Confession is my confusion Could not differentiate between truth and illusion. Truly i cheated and fairly confessed You made me the one Which i was not actually. Tension is much,i want to relax This confession to my batch.  I could not enjoy For, you made me toy was I same as what i am today ? Now the conditions has changed Not like previous, that i spent I have left, the previous path Now aim is new and running on wrath. I am sorry for my did ,  And ask friendship back, Instead and indeed . - Saket Singh Description : This is post reaction of a teen boy after,he failed to convey his motive of talking to same age girl. Girl interpreted the said word in other way, and conversation became useless.They both were school friend ,so nothing much they suffered but their friendship.After understanding his fault the boy tries to convey her through poems in group conversation. Being unawar...

Love Reality and Life Hey you sadist In my life, you the mist Happy sun went in cloud My life itself, become a shroud. You, like a mystery held Loving success I have felt This the love act as shield But continuously it killed. In choosing it,there should be rash Unless there be the time It will be hash If character is not earnest Then love will be dash . If character is earnest Love will be the best It likes to be the ward Writing on her, this a bard. In accepting the truth it is hard Like in the house there is a pard It is the base of the life It needs reality in to dive When one goes on to recognise The life is a way to paradise.                     - Saket Singh

Pain of Love Oh lovely pretty girl ! More you shine than the Pearl This the beauty you have own You the pretty sighs the moon. I'm guilty for the love Your sympathy could act as herb You will think me in lonely time More be alone and you will be mine. Time will be passing and this dove You will kneel before my love You lied, your heart will know When you will think,I won't show. You will search me everywhere But will be found nowhere when you know you hurted me Then I'll be found in your heart only. when you start to read my lines You will feel my pain and divine When you will meet to any kind You will remember me in your mind .                                     - Saket Singh

Cloud and Man A cloud In the sky Fleeting round. A man tries On the earth Laying bound. The wind in the sky Scattering the cloud, A mishap in the life Act as the knife Shattering the life. To and fro God in the heaven Nonchalant down the earth. As if the man Roaming wide Like the cloud travels sky. Cloud to rain Man to settle down Searches the place. Randomly falls or vanishes, Struggles and dies Cloud and Man.

         Life in   Summer vacation Life was roughly smooth, Then comes summer vacation, Vacation for young children And untold pressure to elder one. Teachers think for other options, they need money to feed family They feel deserted , While others have fun time. Some school's owner get frightened Since students tend to change the school and environment. Students feel free at home, Teachers get stuck in situation, finding way to feel at home. To some people and businesses, This vacation is time to work and enhance the possibility of outcome, And only time to earn and feed the family till next season. The harsh life in hot summer, Seems cool to their hard living, But just as some droplets Sprinkled on a frying pan. The time for development and the time of decay, together makes the statistics figure, anonymously, equivalent to and at equilibrium,the analyst says. ...

Luck, Late and Hurry Hurry makes late Haste makes waste Forget to have my date Can we call it the fate? When I realized I become surprised I was prescribed To make me hidden. Was it my sight? Yes and it perfectly right No matter to fight The preparation was very tight. The bride without visor But the idea is much wiser You apply your trick The way is many  by which you pick. The lines you read The person you feed On luck you tend Down to earth depends upon you. The person you train By making yourself loose It went in vain or you gain The labour will choose. Up to what is your brain The difficulty is main The daring heart of a goat Will be seen in the den.                      - Saket Singh

O candle ! O candle! soft you are A gentle draft and a war Leave us easily and go out Undone the job thinking without. We drink and dance Our whole romance Read, write,rock and roll Jim,Jaya, Jessica doll East or West without you In the dark can we do ? O candle! Witness woe Love,rape and fight though It's your function not In the absence the heavenly hot. O candle! a question why? Shed tears ask I See something that to tell Yours eyes that will to well Up and brimming over o! Want to share and show Your heart full of myth Finding not to share with. Office and officers in the blast And the latter breathed their last Police says, say what you have Party says not to behave People do want to say Policy says tell them nay! I have heard a murmur Party, police both are killer Rest is now clear. Save the life o dear! Patter patter rain is on Season came but nothing done Dry town and water supply Ran bucket, babies and I Oh no! Water is gone Our ...

What is love ! Love is a blind Faith If there is doubt, there is hate It sometimes cause of death If not expressed,it will be late. It is representative of the God Like the rain and the toad It needs care and feeling a bit The destination of life,  summarised in it. Love is the kind makes one live It is the basis,one to succeed It should be dense, as mother and kid It makes life easy to lead. It is found in between the bricks Due to it house is complete From the beginning till the end Death to life it tend. Not little or less, rather Lot of emotions it gathers It lies in happiness and fear The feeling only to share. Some think, it is wrong Some think, it is right Some think, it makes coward Some think, it makes knight. "For someone, it is easy To someone, it is tough".                      - Saket Singh

Tomorrow Never Comes It is a lie Which makes everyone sigh Is the tomorrow A matter to follow. Never to see But will be It is the such No one can touch. The child who never takes birth But the words of very much worth It is the present and the past And the story never last. No the person can exit For the life full of it. Never it be,but can feel Nothing to do but can deal It is the truth, that is false The part of time only to call. It is the end but endless story For which everyone is worry. Time to act is the present For, tomorrow will be the present Present lies, between past and tomorrow Time will pass, leaving only sorrow.                      - Saket Singh

Blind Faith and Money Plant O plant,money plant! Where is your abode? Europe,Asia,India Or only abroad. We are happy We are sad When you grow When you fade. O plant, money plant Where do you live? On my window,in my room You can easily achieve And can grow You're only plant But we and people Money that we want. O plant money plant Do you care For our growth? Is it your affair? Our hopes ever Compels you to feel In the wind When you drill. Our tears,our smile Never breaks your silence Non chalant, carefree Such is your performance. When I was here Nothing done And then I returned Having joy and fun. You are there I see you more The blind Faith Grew I bore. Later I knew Your growth depends The shade and water And my thought changed What to say About the faith People have Until death. O plant, money plant! Can you tell me? Why men after money? Don't you see? Laxmi and Ganesh Mythical bodies,left their place To avoid themselves...

Motor Bus Motor bus Total rush Dropping down Looking clown. Motor boat I've got What a luck! Government is there But is where? On the way People say. Take it easy Don't be busy Live or die They say don't I. Be fit Take it As it is, As you please. Penned by: Dr. K.P Bimal