When I look at the beaming blue sky
get always an inspiration to soar up high
with strong wings of ***** and adventure
to explore the new altitude of the nature
and learn the astounding lessons of
clairvoyance and perspicacity to never to give up

While beholding the deep blue but serene sea
it always galvanizes and stimulates my dreams
to dive deep into the kingdom of knowledge
and Inspires to unearth the mystery of its depth
by gleaming the pearls of new hopes
so that new sun rises tomorrow with new dreams

Getting lost into the blues eyes of my partner
I always feel curiosity to learn
new formula of math and chemistry so that
knotty and complex equations of life
are made soluble and enjoyable by all
really blue triangle teaches untouched lessons

(By Kishan Negi)

I love the way
you always smile
making me feel
zeal and agile

I love the way
your sleek cheeks glow
when with strings of melody
gusts of wind blow

I love the way
your blue eyes shine
convince our relationship
that all is well and fine

I love the way
you put forward your kiss
and fascinate me
to get lost on your lips

I love the way
your fizzy hair look simple
making me feel at home
on your right dimple

I love the way
your grizzled teeth glisten
to my heart throbs now
will you please listen

(By Kishan

Could someone bring back,
My innocent childhood days?
Even today on roadside,
I break stones with hammer,
In the scorching sun.

I also wish to swing,
In the mango orchard,
And run after,
The colorful butterflies

I also wish to enjoy,
The dazzling droplets of rains,
And run a paper boat,
In the rain water.

I too wish to go to school,
So that may paint my dream,
On a piece of paper.
But even today I work in the fields,
Like a child labor

I also wish to fly a purple kite,
And wish to fly high,
Up above the blue sky,
Like a free bird,

Is this my destiny,
That even today on roadside,
My weak back is forced,
To carry loads,
In the chilled nights.

I also wish to make,
Colorful fishes my new friends,
That swim in the river,
Nearby my village

Is this my destiny?
That today in the monsoon,
I’m weaving my dreams,
On the mounds of garbage.

Could someone bring back,
My innocent childhood days?
When today on roadside,
I break stones with hammer,
In the scorching sun

(By Kishan Negi)

Why don’t I find the things around me
The way I wish
Why don’t I feel the things around me
The way I wish
And why don’t I dream the dreams
The way I wish
Because my imagination accepts the things
The way I wish

But every thing around me is always
Not the way I wish
Since many things around me
Accept the things around them
The way they wish
And this illusion having broken into
The doors of my rusted mind
Makes me realize that all the things
Around me always can’t take the shape
The way I wish them

And a bitter truth of this realization
Is that some time
I need to accept the things around me
The way they wish
And not the way I wish
Realization of this ground reality
Broke all my illusions and confusions

(Written by Kishan Negi)

Two hearts met first time in the college
To begin an unhackneyed relationship
Together they had cup of coffee
Together they studied in library
The friendship grew into love one day
Together made many promises to keep
And vowed to live and die with each other
The pair was ecstatic in their relationship
Always craving for their good company
To make their relationship a unique one
Exquisite dreams that they weaved blissfully
Were full of exaltation and euphoria
Suddenly, dark clouds of misfortunes
Began to loom over their relationship
Who caught the sight of this holy love
Never they were able to know
They began to lose trust in each other
Forgot the promises they made in love
Now they were not seen while walking
Hand-in-hand at their rendezvous point
But the god had other plans for them
Suddenly one day the two met in hospital
Kidney of one partner had failed
Hearing this, second partner agreed
To donate his kidney to the other partner
And the life of the partner was saved
Sanctified relationship with its tenderness
Began to bloom and thrive in its full swing
In the end there were two wayward friends again
Since they were always made for each other.

(Written by Kishan Negi)