Nikhil Singh Rathaur

Nikhil Singh Rathaur Jun 2018

Claying in through desert fads
Like some of those old Utah lads
The perrenial sun is the scorching one
Like dumped up logic in deafed up pun
Passing through the graveyard cross
Halcyon of the deep loss
Now way ahead of time strands
The fanthom mark reminds me errands
Of every dawn that strikes me whole
Reminds me- for time, there's no dole
I can stop at mark and sob indeed
But a purpose lives, over I feed.

How the loss of something affects us in ways.

#loss #graveyard #poem #fanthom #distance #sob

Nikhil Singh Rathaur Mar 2018

All That Time

I feel the time in this echo
I can feel the silence
It slipped off and I let it go
It hopped over that 'FOREVER' fence.

I feel you
In every yellow passing cab
You still call this throb a beat
Rather now call it stab.

Under all this glitter
I crave for that firefly
But now its better
To believe every soothing lie .....

Paths diverged, but hearts aren't

#forever #lie #stab

Nikhil Singh Rathaur Mar 2018

Final Scar

I stand here tucking this table with dime,

Lighting the past candle with lashes of time.

As slowly these dried memories again got drenched,

Little of these bumps fills up my brainy Mariana Trench.

As I wished these residual ashes to fly far away,

But then this fog appeared as my strength slay.

I had thin directions but now it got random,

We weren’t apart, but now it’s ton fathom.

As again I lathe to close up this memory jar,

I await here for you to carve out that final scar….

— The End —