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A
poet is a person
who
first makes its
readers smile,
then
makes them cry
and
at the last
he holds
their tears that
are pearls and gems
for
a
emotional poet
and
cherish them forever
in his tiny
heart
Nature falls in love with delightful season
winter falls gently beyond reason
dazzling beauty on snow peaks
bows to kiss pink cheeks
and shy palm
seems
very calm
crazy cold wind seeks
his new love but never speaks
winter is life and fall is treason
nature falls in love with delightful season
I hold
a stunning pen
in my hand
to write
a poetic poetry
for someone
who really loves
my poetry
flowery with
golden words
Colorful rainbow
'
climate changes drastically

orange horizon
Rainbow Showers Colors(Haiku)
In the moonlit night
rich childhood imagines
beauty in the moon
and an amazing toy for himself
he wants to play
with his dream toy
he finds reflections
of his childhood in the bright moon
he wishes that the flashing toy
remains in his tiny hands for ever
and persist to grab it
but the poor childhood
imagines the bright moon
as a piece of bread only
and wishes to have it
under all circumstances
to satiate his hunger
but hungry childhood
and constrained conditions
stand as barricades
between his poverty and
the beauty of the moon
he finds reflections
of destitute and homeless child
in the milky moon
as the moon is only
the bread for his hunger
he wishes he were
the owner of this supernatural bread
so that he would never
cry ravenously for food.

(By Kishan Negi)
Bright moon is a toy for a rich child and a round bread for a poor child
Every moment that I spent with you
how much was delightful
how exciting and delectable it was
but it is the reflection of the past
I passed every moment with you until tomorrow
now are the remnants of memories only
had the pleasure of heaven in your shadow
I still remember those sweet moments
when your heart would palpitate only for me
now tears start flowing from eyes despairingly
but those are now hazy and blurry memories
now why do you keep me sulking
my baby heart now in your arms
why feels sadness
and loneliness
where gusts of cool breeze smiled till yesterday
why suddenly hot winds began to wave
now every moment with you
is like simmering heat
and your arms
appears to be a flaming volcano
what happened to those vows and promises
we had taken for an infinite relationship
why do you remain so sulking to me
why are you so heartless to me
can you return my past
can you return my eternal love
I will wait for your return
my arms are curious to hug you
my sweetheart come To rejuvenate our relationship
in the shade of banyan tree
where golden memories of our dreams
are waiting for us to embrace our love
I am waiting
and will wait till my last breath.

(By Kishan Negi)
True feelings for love wait till last breath
Ardent
waves lap gently
on the shore
bringing
with them
purple gems and blue pearls
to adonize
the glamorous evening
and
the horizon
steals
the cute smile
of sinking sun
under
its' breath

(Kishan Negi)
A pessimist always
views the blot
in the flashy moon
but ignores its amazing beauty
even in the blot
always hunts up the dark clouds of
despair and sorrow
but lays aside
the smiling hope of ray
he considers the dark clouds
as epitomes of
annihilation and cataclysm
but defies the milky showers
of happiness and prosperity
in the dark clouds
he will never know that
happiness is only real when shared
and happiness is a journey
not a destination
and an optimist always
beholds the beauty of the moon
and in its beauty
meets supernatural visions of
righteous god
perceives that supernatural events
always have a logical explanation
and that almighty god
showers the blessings of
happiness and prosperity
exists with belief that
humanity was neither annihilated
nor could be destroyed
and always prays to supernatural power
for a prosperous society
blessed with harmonious relationship
among human beings
that are peace-loving

(By Kishan Negi)
An optimist treats the beauty of the moon as boon and a pessimist looks at the dark side of the moon.
When I take a walk into my soul
I carry my only brain in my hand.
to drain negativity I make a hole
and bury them in mounds of sand
I steal some seeds from north pole
and sow them on this fertile land

(Kishan Negi)
Last night in dreams, met me an angel .
And asked what I wanted
I said that three questions
That always annoy my soul
First, who am I and what is my identity
Answered the Angel
You are a peace messenger of God
And good deeds is your identity

Hey Angel, my second question is
Who sent me to the earth
Answered the Angel
God has sent you to the earth
To serve the mankind
Through your good deeds

My third and final question is
Why has god sent me to the earth
The Angel answered
God has sent you to spread
The message of peace and prosperity
Eventually my dream broke and
I felt remorse because
I failed in all the three questions

(Written by Kishan Negi)
Once
a crazy poet
walked
on the moon
holding
a golden pen
to write a
birthday poem for moon
but
his emotional heart
got fascinated
by innocent and naughty
stars,
then he wrote a poem for them
titled as
“twinkle twinkle little stars”
Although we both reside
on two separate poles of the Earth, yet
we both are made for each other

We are two souls of the same body,
but breath simultaneously, and
our hearts beat for each other

We are two banks of the same river,
neither can we kiss nor hug each other,
but we always pray for each other

We are like the moon and the sun,
who always wait for each other,
but never meet in the journey

We both want to get lost in the depth
of the blue ocean to inscribe our love
on the restless waves

We both want to fly together
to let our endless love bloom
in the silver clouds

We both want to ski on the icy cheeks
of an iceberg where the rose-pink rays
of the sun often land to rest
Two  lovers who are stranger to each other, but they live for each other
Palm gets excited
when cool breeze tickles its cheeks
as a mark of love

Chime of golden leaves
greet the fresh rosy winter
in the green valley
Wheat crop shines

plenty of water in canal

starvation disappears
Welcome To Wheat Crop (HAIKU)
When morose cloud mourns
why it showers heavy rains
it sheds tears of melancholy
to me why it hurts and pains

when the uncle sun is furious
why it excretes red fireballs
its heat scorches all creators
every one prays for rainfalls

when stars glimmer in darkness
why their smile is so ecstatic
avid children behold them fervently
since naughty smile is so fantastic

when aunt moon shines at night
why it strews hue of its moonlight
cosmos is enthusiastic to shower
and enjoys an amazing delight

when the flowers bloom in valley
why they tempt with its fragrance
all creatures dance enthusiastically
and adore its eternal perseverance

when bumble-bee kisses a flower
it falls in love and gathers honey
then jocular bumble-bee flies away
but their love story is so funny

when nature has blessed us all
with so beautiful and catchy gifts
why it happens that human life
takes so many turns and twists

(By Kishan Negi)
we need to love the nqture of god
Why Often It Is

Why it is often that
whenever you talk to the playful gust of glacial wind
while waving your long silken and fairy curly hair in fun,
suddenly the frenzy clouds roam around the blue sky
to embrace the sky and cling to its arms

Why is it often that
whenever you hum a song
that enters the heart with your enchanting smile,
then the rainbow in the sky with its seven colours
yearns for drowning in your drunken love for ever

Why often it happens that
whenever you enter the threshold of the alcoholic puberty
with your unique and bizarre gestures,
then the stars and the moon too
hide behind the sky demurely

Why is it often that
whenever the high tides of youthfulness
in your breath makes you feel refreshing,
then the sky-high waves of deep blue ocean are
attracted to kissing the firmament immersed in love

Why often it happens that
whenever your oceanic blue eyes blink in trance,
then the shy moon and the fiery sun,
being crazy in the love of each other,
play a unique game of hide and seek

Why often it happens that
whenever your deep warm breath
flows down the pinnacles,
then snowy peaks and glaciers
start melting while falling in romance with your charm

(By Kishan Negi)
Winter falls gently
cold waves dancing all around
flowers start blooming

Rosy feelings land
in the lap of crazy woods
to embrace dew drops
Though life exists but
death is sure
Is called Universal Fact

Going against nature
is followed by calamities
is called Universal Act

Nature deals tactfully with
those not abiding by its rules
is called Universal Tact

(Written by Kishan Negi)
Human needs to follow law of nature to protect itself from anger of nature

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