"himanshu" poems
Starting from the newest, these are my first fifty followers on Hello Poetry.
1. Hailey L May 5
2. Elizabeth Squires May 4
3. Tim Knight May 3
4. Morgan Hanchulak May 3
5. Vi Snicket May 2
6. Jessica Applegate Apr 30
7. Himanshu Koshe Apr 30
8. Mike Winegar Apr 29
9. Joey Lapiana Apr 29
10. Christopher Munro Apr 29
11. Raffi Kaftajian Apr 26
12. Shari Forman Apr 25
13. Jessica Who Apr 24
14. RedWritingHood Apr 22
15. Adreishka Moonlight Apr 21
16. Rocky G Apr 19
17. Sarina Apr 18
18. John Moffatt Apr 17
19. Izisfat Apr 9
20. Leila Apr 8
21. Marian Apr 5
22. Star Toucher64 Mar 30
23. Michelle Mar 26
24. Kristo Frost Mar 25
25. Ra Mar 20
26. Jacqueline Melissa Woolums Mar 15
27. ennyo Mar 11
28. Ellen Menzies Mar 9
29. Jodi Casavant Mar 8
30. Jillyan Adams Feb 20
31. Hailey Scomet Feb 2
32. Pete Taken Alive Jan 17
33. Md HUDA Jan 6
34. Joshua Ohmer Jan 1
35. Quinn Puwang Dec 30, 2012
36. Rissa Ann Dec 10, 2012
37. Hilda Dec 9, 2012
38. Rena Julleitta Dec 7, 2012
39. Emily Rose Williams Dec 7, 2012
40. Abdosh A Dec 5, 2012
41. Naveena Vijayan Dec 4, 2012
42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012
43. Oliver Delgaram-Nejad Dec 1, 2012
44. Chessnie Lea Nov 27, 2012
45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012
46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012
47. Who Am I Nov 24, 2012
48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012
49. Tomas Nov 21, 2012
I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each.
Thank you all.
First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog.
(-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-)
(-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
Meri hasti kuch yu bikhar gayi....
Maano Mere pahuchne se phele kashti guzar gayi....
Me dekhta raha Jaise koi dur ** raha Hai mujh se....
Laga Maano kuch Palo me jindgi badal gayi....
Dil kheta raha k rok lu use dekar awaz....
Par na jaane kyu chup rahe mere alfaaz....
Ajeeb laga soch kar kay wo chala gya mujhe bhul Kar....
Khushiya le gaya meri, gam jholi me dalkar....
Shayad wo pahuch gya ** manzil par apni....
Khe kr mitti shareer Mera khud paani me utar gaya....
Karte rahe jindgi bhar dua jiske liye....
Wo kahi apni manzil talash raha hoga or me rait me nishaan uske....
By: Himanshu rajput
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
Sometimes you feel so low and sometimes so high,'melodies',yes it's all about the melodies.
Sometimes you get them,sometimes you don't.I was watching a leaf falling from a tree at a very low speed and I knew if I run I could get that but my half of the energy got ******* while thinking and half in running and I couldn't get that.Though I was determined but I couldn't get that.
Life is like this only,once you think that you got the moment in your hands,somebody from the other planet seizes that moment.Nothing is sure,me,you or anybody can die right at this moment,the cause may be anything.
In the end,sometimes it will be crest and sometimes it will be trough.But we all need to maintain that entropy.
~Himanshu Chandra
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
Sublime feeling,destroying
Ladders of pain,painstakingly furious.
A pure evening,she's dress'd,
Black and white,curious.
Candles,small lights flickering across the balcony,
My blood,colour disrupted,cunning.
The black thread on my left hand,running tight,
She'd say,to open it.
Lots of stories hidden inside that,how can I remove,
How can I remove?
My thumb,still feels weak,
Walls of my heart feels leak.
All the shadow running in my intestine,
feels like large is merged with small,
Her beautiful eyes,weird like marijuana,
feels like amphetamines,
Superhero I was.
Not frightened with sadness of darkness,
Frightened with the fake obligations of happiness.
Shakiness of my school streets has gone,
The taste,aroma of tarmac has gone.
Feels like she's still there with orange bar in her hand,
Lips orange,soul red and pure,
And I collected clay in the form of sand.
-Himanshu Chandra
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC