#india poems on Hello Poetry

Jayantee Khare Sep 2018

हिंदी से हो प्रभु का वंदन
हिंदी का करते अभिनंदन
हिंदी में हृदय का क्रंदन
हिंदी से ही है स्पंदन
दिल्ली हो या हो लंदन
हिंदी महके जैसे चंदन

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#hindi #india

Satish kumar Aug 2018

WANT TO SLEEP.

eventhough i feel exhausted i cant fall asleep ,
thoughts of you in my dreams i keep,
thinking of something always alteast ,
everytime i try to close my eyes ,
i feel pain i suffer
very loud and extreme,
warmth or cold while trying to decide ,
all of a sudden my stupid mind recites
i dont understand what is going on
with my body my mind at all some point,
then i pick up my phone
to easily change the thought
i think about the laughter,
the sorrows
you have brought ,
i think about the lies
for what you got caught ,
i believe i never could have peeped ,
even though i feel exhausted i cant fall asleep ....

its about the unslept nights.

#sad #poetry #canada #india #english #sleep #nonsleep

namannagarhere Aug 2018

EMPTY TRAINING

NAMANNAGARHERE
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Empty Residence Of Aforementioned Angel In Training
How wonderful it is, I say, to the retreating
yellow form of your feelings I mistook
For Infatuation, you’re a romance heckler
far and far away from
Accepting fruition within classrooms and
being labelled as an angel.
And it was within forbidden hell of
euphoria, I found
You nestled in the society’s psyche
neither content or calling
For help. Neither did you neglect the
pink spectacles of the society,
Even found yourself moulding and moulding
into a fungi green
That I could not recognize, within that
half-sanctum, half-oasis I found you
absentmindedly
Bathing in, you were already out of
its waters.
And I was no longer seeing you within
the dry desert or the sibilance
of my desires, but instead
in cement woodlands and
Within artificial communication and
Intimacy I gave willingly.
Now how does it feel, to have your
heart in one piece,
How does it feel to not use
whipped cream to fill in the
Cracked, salty sections of your
own ***** that,
Out of confusion, continues to
play its favorite song but
in all the wrong beats.
Somehow within cacophony I found
you, nestled, comfortable in
Bogus, fraudulent wings of a former
angel- who now weeps under our
Feet in theory- Somehow, somewhere,
I lost you within an epiphany
That reeked of bliss and pleasure-
Somehow, we end up losing
Twins of the heavens when all is well.
How wonderful.
How wonderful it is, I say, to your
lost, secretly-weeping figure
That I can’t tell whether transparent or
yellow your figure is.
But I keep speaking-
“Oh, how (falsely) wonderful it is-
To love the first angel I’ve set
my eyes upon-
“Oh, how (falsely) wonderful it is-
To lose an angel, no matter how
phoney, to a social heaven.”

“Oh, how (falsely) wonderful it is-
To lose an angel, no matter how
phoney, to a social heaven.”

#love #nostalgia #angel #namannagarhere #india #contemplation #trending

Praggya Joshi Aug 2018

Freedom

The souls
of those great
men and women
Who suffered
And sacrificed
More than we can
Ever perceive
But never surrendered
Their iron will
to persevere and fight
Against those tyrants
Who brutally shackled
Their lives
And thus made it possible
For us today
To breathe
Speak
And live as per
Our wishes and needs
Will find peace
Only when
The rich diversity
Present in our country
finds itself
Unmistakably tethered
By the golden thread
Of brotherhood and fraternity
And our democracy
works for the welfare
Of every single person
Who resides within its boundaries
Completely Ignoring all differences
Based on class creed and colour
Of our skin
And granting all sentient beings
Equal opportunities
To blissfully flourish
Only then
We'll be able
to assert confidently
That freedom
We have indeed achieved

Happy independence day to all!

#life #india #freedom #independence #sacrifice #people

Shofi Ahmed Aug 2018

Alexander the Great own't U-turn

Alexander of Macedonia this time
won’t U-turn from the might Gangaridai.
At the bubbling edge in the Indian subcontinent,
one would dare, taking his last plunge,
believing it here the proverbial Well of Life!

Yet Al Khwarizmi will discover the algebra,
drawing from ‘nothing,’ purely untouchable:
The Zero from the Indian pole.
Not a digit, not a number on its own, yet it’s all.
Every number jumps up in the zero loophole!
Then the whole number bows down into decimals,
escalating the hunts of the 1.618 golden ratios.

Plough through at your own pace
for the uncharted water, for ab-e-hayath.
Sip in a drop of elixir in this secured zone.
Sylhet is in the core, is written in stone.

What do these mean? I too wonder
down the line, I was intrigued by the Arab
and Indian tectonic plates’ slow dance.
Both rolled out, hugging each other
Then the Makkan soil lying at the heart of earth
gets exposed, with Sylhet’s soil it pairs up!
360 Sufi dynamos, mathematically a perfect circle,
find the match giving a perfect heads up
laid on the nine yard show the whole box of wax,
simply inking the vivo jump on the storylines.

What’s under the tectonic-rug at the bottom of the earth?
Shush softly, whisper—the heavens might hear it out!
Hold on to the least bit, it could be all one wants.
The earth, the ocean, all started with a drop of water!
Let alone any well, which way did this original matter,
the first, primeval drop of water stream down
Has this alleyway been exposed here, or in Paradise?
Then how can we say we don't have a secret for Paradise?

Sylhet is regarded as the spiritual capital of Bangladesh.

#alexander #paradise #algebra #india #digit #elixir #arab #earth #heaven #wonder

kailasha Jul 2018

places of god

there is no peace at the gates to god,
just as there is fear in places of love.

haridwar

#peace #fear #god #worship #religion #love #india #travel #spirituality #humanity

aviisevil Jul 2018

avi died a painful death

avi died a painful death
last autumn.

he used to talk about
it often.

never saying a word
but his words-
well they were rotten.

nobody cares though
nobody cried
nobody died;
and he was forgotten.

he was here though
and he did grow
for a minute or two
that once-

into a forest
that was boughten
his only begotten.

he died in vain
his veins, he shot them.

took out his eyes and smile-
he had just got them.

i remember watching him
drink his sins and scars
from afar,

the world filling with howls
and his insides with cotton.

sun going down and the naked
trees, the leaves and him

all of them.

hitting the rock ******* bottom.

avi died a painful death
last autumn.

and. i am. still. alive.

#death #sad #pain #hurt #down #low #night #india

Bhakti Jul 2018

जब माँ का सपूत लिपट तिरंगे में आँगन को आता होगा ।

बरसाती है नयन घटा , अम्बर जयकार गाता होगा
लहू से सींची माटी का ,सीना चौड़ा हो जाता होगा

टूटती होगी चूड़ियाँ पर,आँखो से गर्व झलकता होगा
पिता के साये से जुदा,बचपन कोने में तड़पता होगा

हाथ जोड़े ईश्वर राह पर खड़ा अश्रु बहाता होगा ।
जब माँ का वीर लिपट तिरंगे में आँगन को आता होगा ।

होली के रंगों के बीच ,वो घर बेरंग रह जाता होगा
अंधियारी होती दीवाली,जो चिराग बुझ जाता होगा

खेलने की उम्र में पिता की अर्थी उठाता होगा ।
श्रृंगार करता वो हाथ जब सिंदूर मिटाता होगा ।

चीखती भारत भूमि , रक्त से आँचल नहाता होगा ।
जब माँ का सपूत लिपट तिरंगे में आँगन को आता होगा ।

बूढ़ी माँ जब संतान की अर्थी को सजाती होगी ।
पुत्र को पिता अग्नि दे नीरस लड़खड़ाता होगा ।

क्या तब भी नेताओँ का दिल नहीं पिघलता होगा
क्या तब भी सवालों का सिलसिला नहीं थमता होगा।

इस गम में शैतान भी,श्रण भर शीश झुकाता होगा
जब माँ का सपूत लिपट तिरंगे में आँगन को आता होगा ।

जब माँ का सपूत लिपट तिरंगे में आँगन को आता होगा.......

#linesoncrumpledpaper #hellopoetry #india