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 Jul 2014 Nikunj
Niti Joshi
If they ask, which country you belong to?
Say, I belong to Earth!
If they ask, what’s your nationality?
Say, I am an Earthman!
If they ask, what race you belong to?
Say, Earthly!
If they ask, what’s your religion?
Say, Love!
If they ask what do you want?
Say, Peace!
~Niti
This is for all of us, with a thought that we might be living in different nations, states, but the truth is that we all belong to the Earth!
 Dec 2012 Nikunj
Niti Joshi
Feelings
 Dec 2012 Nikunj
Niti Joshi
What I once felt for you was so deep
Deep enough to dream
Deep enough to hope
Deep enough to reach out to my soul
And now I see that depth fading away
Wondering
What made me so hopeless?

"Niti"
 Dec 2012 Nikunj
Niti Joshi
Love
 Dec 2012 Nikunj
Niti Joshi
I have always loved you truly madly and deeply.
I will always love you no matter what.
I still don’t have you but my love and my feelings are no more dependent on yours.
This is the best part of me that I have explored.
Love, it has become unconditional. I have reached a state of consciousness where I am always filled with love.
The cup is full.
My love for you is overflowing and the more I give, the more I am filled.
I love you as a soul.
I love you at your best. I love you at your worst.
I just love you.
I need nothing else.
This is what happens when the love overflows from one side but I still wonder what happens when the flow is equal from both the sides.
I wish to see the flow of love from both the sides.
I wish to see that love in your eyes.
Love is born in Faith, it’s there.
It lives in hope. I am still alive.
My wait isn't over.
My love is glowing.
Its overflowing.

Niti
 Dec 2012 Nikunj
Naveena Vijayan
She was stripped and ***** before millions,
       but she made herself believe it was not us but few aliens;
why else do you think she stands ***** gathering all her resilience,
       to provide us food, oxygen and shelter throughout the four seasons.

Every night, she wonders about her fate at dawn,
       Would she be able to greet the sun with that lazy yawn;
Her mates are dead in a battle they had forgone,
       Now, she awaits her turn, death is pleasing than being forlorn.

Consumed with fear, the leaves once fresh, now greyed and withered,
       She is too pained to decide whether to fight or stay a coward;
Before the first cut of axe, she asks “what have I erred?”,
       But we have long since lost our sensitive hearts, her cries are left unheard.

What goes around comes around, do we realize that?
       Every tree lost makes the world less amiable to adapt,
having brutally sinned, are we ready to face the impact?
       Our acts let them bleed; now let’s get ready to don their hat.

We can’t give birth to a battalion to fight the nature’s army,
       Coz our Hitlers and Napoleons are no match for their blazing heat or tsunami.
These are conflicts, which cannot be resolved by a bishop or an attorney,
       we are adhered to doom when the nature says “the war is between you and ME”.

The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago; the second best time
is now – a Chinese proverb

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