k_kshitij

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  • k_kshitij 3w

    Why do I watch Tamasha??

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    When will You grow up?

    Welcome to adulthood,
    Doesn't it sound like our Bollywood?
    Ah ! There's got be common out there,
    Acting it is, see you got smart brain-ware.

    It is a live stage, actors top-notch,
    Let's pretend to be someone, for the society to watch,
    If you forget your role, use the art of improvisation or bluff,
    Neither of their expectations you meet, they gonna ask: 'When will you grow up?'

    Always put a smile on your face,
    Make sure your shoes are shining, and tie your lace,
    Some cold hearts would serve you hot tea, firmly grab your cup -
    If your tea spills on the carpet, their eyes ask: 'When will you grow up?'

    They play the same story again and again,
    We Clap and whistle watching that, oh ! Our stupid brain.
    How well-behaved with those collars have we made our little pups ?
    When they bark even once, we wonder 'When will you grow up?'

    And glecarin has made life so easy, those tears have became rarity,
    Hey it's for kid! To eyes they shall otherwise bring clarity.
    When we are low, all need to do is post on some wall: 'Wassup?'
    Finally, tired of all this we kill someone and smile and say See I have grown up.

    ©k_kshitij

  • k_kshitij 6w

    Could You Just

    Could you just, lend me an ear?
    Could you just, wipe out this fear?
    Hold my hand and walk with me,
    Into the deep amorous sea.

    Look into my eyes,
    Look into my eyes.

    Do you see my world in there?
    Do you see your reflection there?

    Hold my hand and walk with me,
    Into the deep amorous sea.

    Could you just, kiss my lip?
    Could you just, my secret keep?
    Loosen up to your dark desire,
    Bask in loves fervid fire.

    Look into my eyes,
    Look into my eyes.

    Do you see my world in there?
    Do you see your reflection there?

    Loosen up to your dark desire,
    Bask in loves fervid fire.

    ©k_kshitij

  • k_kshitij 6w

    On the Back Seat of Mercs

    Here I was, living a dream
    On the back seat of a white Mercs,
    Being driven on these curvy roads
    Of the queen's necklace-
    Golden, with red diamonds studded.
    Those multitude pair of eyes
    Following me through the journey
    Yet none looking in my eyes;
    Except one -
    The one knocking on the window,
    Asking for a piece of metal
    And I stole my gaze away,
    My hands freezing-
    I hear a second knock,
    Cracking of this toughen glass
    Reverberating in my ears -
    But, there was no end;
    Wish I could have looked into her eye
    Getting out of this dream
    If only I had not became numb-
    Of this suffocation.
    I asked the Sarthi to increase the cooling
    To the extent that he started trembling,
    But me still numb.
    Wake me up, this ain't the truth -
    They planted this dream in me,
    Tis not me,
    The one who can't look into the eyes
    The one who cannot wipe the cries
    The one who is alive on lies
    Can never be me -
    End this dream, wake me up
    Slap
    Pinch
    Tickle
    Kick
    Kill
    But wake me up, please!

    ©k_kshitij

  • k_kshitij 6w

    #morninggratitude

    I am extremely grateful for:

    These medititive calm beach-beds.

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    Morning Gratitude

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    Gifts

    Of all the great that love gives,
    You my beloved Muse:
    Bestowed me with silence,
    Those silence now creates poems and Music
    From the Words and Noises I held.
    For the world, these words are art -
    For me, Silence.

    ©k_kshitij

  • k_kshitij 6w

    #point

    (Inspired from 'Lines' by Martha Collins: Ref. Pinterest. Yes! Pinterest can be amazingly inspiring at times. Gee! If only you consider this worth-while: But the One from Martha Collins is indeed inspiring).

    What's your point ? ��

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    Point

    Put a point on a blank page,
    The page remains no longer blank.
    Let's make a point,
    I seldom do, do you?

    Does your blood spurt akin to mine -
    On pricking by needle's point?
    Is it always possible,
    To measure the distance between two points;
    What if the points keep changing?

    Tell me, Do you feel I am stuck at a point?
    I am not babbling point-less matter here,
    May be some less of a point !?
    I hope at some point in time-
    I will surely come up with a point,
    Hold on till then -

    Take the point and draw a circle around it,
    Remember your geography class?
    I love these circles by the way!
    Always evoking hope -
    They assure you will return to the point,
    From where it all started.

    Hey Pal, It's getting chilly over here,
    Put a hand on my heart-
    It's reaching a point of freezing,
    But wait, it's also the point of melting- ain't it?

    Ah! I can feel that spreading-
    The point of your jaw-line: smile candidly.

    Never point a finger to someone,
    Yes! I learnt some manners:
    Ah, it's not me, just born at the time
    Of tipping point of human etiquettes.
    Those that are hammered into your being
    To the point that you lose yourself
    And remain on the right side of that decimal point,
    You feel it's all right, but never considered to look at what's left.

    Now, I hope you gave me a point for that-
    What's it: A set point ? Or a Match- point?
    Oh! You are impressed!?
    Consider sending me a point of diamond.
    Oh No, there's no silly-point out here-
    It's there I used to do some fielding..
    And that doesn't make me a point-man,
    I thought of joining army,
    They sent me back:
    Maybe didn't like how my feet point!?

    Those stars you see are what?
    Points spread across the expanse
    Of a large dark shroud-
    Reminding of all the bright points
    Of the lives that loved us,
    But left, left us to yearn, incomplete -
    Wouldn't it have been better?
    Rather being shot point blank.

    Anyways, what's the point of all these?
    Of my writing, your reading
    Or of our living, okay you live -
    Of my living, that word should be existing,
    Those literates consider living as glorious!
    But, what's the point of all these?
    When this all shall one day return
    To that single point-
    Collapse into nothingness,
    Like this never existed.

    Do you get my f***in' point?
    Ah! Just leave it, I shall put the full-⚪

    ©k_kshitij

  • k_kshitij 6w

    #morninggratitude

    I am extremely grateful for:

    Not becoming slave of my own thoughts, neither yet a master too.

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    Morning Gratitude

  • k_kshitij 7w

    तू आज भी कायम है मुझमें, और कल भी रहेगा।
    तेरा ही नाम लेकर इन आंखो का हर अश्रु बहेगा।
    तू माने ना माने अपना मुझे, मेरा रोम रोम तुझे अपना कहेगा ।।

    ©k_kshitij

  • k_kshitij 7w

    #morninggratitude

    I am extremely grateful for:

    Though having desires, the cravings don't control this Mind.

    (P.S.: My knowledge about fishes is limited, but Google says its a black Cat-Fish, do correct the information - if you are aware).

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    Morning Gratitude

  • k_kshitij 7w

    #Peace #Love

    Dear Bapu,

    I had a really good time visiting your home the last week. It felt like an embodiment of peace, of tolerance, of love. Though we come across you everyday in one way or the other - be it moving across a turtle-paced Streets, Visiting those gigantic Buildings having your name inscribed over it or their walls showing your half-naked portraits or your smiling face in different shades and hues.
    Tell me Why is that Smile? Are you smirking ?
    Relieved that You are not alive anymore, huh ?!
    To watch all that these world is going through - All this mania, this fanaticism gripping our planet currently.
    I know you have seen all these happen already, probably way beyond this. You have seen rivers of human blood flow, you have felt the torridity fuming from destruction of cities, you too have felt that helplessness on hearing the cries of innocent children's in the detention centers.
    Yet, you were lucky to be in that age, the things were in black and white - and the game was still played fairly. Come today, the world has a spectrum of Colors - You never know which ends where and where the other begins. Your Black and White were firm on their ground, and today - the blues can become green and green yellow - the only colour that was common to your time and ours is this Bloody Red. Yes, the blood of all human is still red - no matter their race, caste, ethnicity, region, religion, creed, language, values or any other criteria this world invents to divide itself into. Yet, we are all made of the same elements, same cells and bones and flesh and organs. You have always stood up for it, this equality of all - and I must admit, you were successful to a great extent in the retrospective.
    Still today, most people are believer of this values of which you were premier advocate, preacher and practitioner. It is probably better than during your time - when it was universal tolerance, while we are into an age of universal brotherhood. But due to the greed, lust and limited motives of a few handful of people all the good in the world seems to evaporate, what's left is the black, swart dirt.
    Today, we need you evermore - this humankind is set to destroy itself and the mother Earth as well, and the seed of all this is the seed of Hatred, of Greed, of lust. Come back to teach this world about Love, Contentment, Asceticism, Co-operation and Brotherhood. Come and enlighten the Visions of the Blinds and those trying to be blind by putting on blinders. For, as you said 'An Eye for an Eye, will make the whole world blind.'

    Your's Sincerely,
    Son of Mother Earth.

    ©k_kshitij

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    Dear Bapu

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