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"Glance at World through Lens of Poetry"
O Beautiful Butterfly
Beautiful, beautiful
Purple, violet, red
Spotted and varied
Butterfly, butterfly
Little Rishu does say
Come and play
Butterfly, butterfly
Like you
I want to fly
Very, very high
And view
Beautiful flowers
And playing kids
Who oft skids
While running
Playing in the garden
O beautiful butterfly
Come and take me high
High above in the sky
O my sweet butterfly, butterfly
{This poem was written on the children day on seeing my little nephew playing in the garden.}
A Short Love Story
Started with meetings and greetings
Talked a lot in few sublime seatings
When I asked her name
She told very soon
My name is moon
I asked what do you want and why
She told me with a shy, sky
My dream is to fly so high
When I asked when you will meet next
She remained silent and later text
During the dawn of Doomsday
I thought and pondered all day
She had told with eyes filled of tear
I asked from what you fear my dear
She expressed the consequences of love
I thought she must have experienced love
Wanted to know who hurt her feeling
The last question shattered my dreaming
I enquired her whom do you hate
She responded without any late
It's you and only you
Go out of my life and view
The love story ended in few days
I am penning it in a mood of craze
{Poem written during stay Patna, Bihar in the December of 2003}
Dream Dream Dream
Dream dream dream
And dream untill dream come true
Life is nothing but dreams
Some accomplished, some unfinished
Some dreams are trifle, some cherished
You are nothing but a result of dreams
Dreams, dreams and nothing but dreams
A dream of someone
Or a dream of your own
Dream is not what you dream while asleep
Dream is what that don't let you sleep
You live for dream
And you die for dream
Your unattained desires are dreams
What you all desire are dreams
You can't accomplished unless you dream
What you accomplished was a dream
The law of attraction and power of passion
All say dream, dream and dream
{Published in Annual Magazine of NOSPLAN- Organisation of the Students of Planning in January,2012 by the same poet.}
Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman lies in her silence
Rather than her speech
The beauty of a woman lies in her patience
Rather than her inquisitiveness outreach
The beauty of a woman lies in her experience
Rather than her age
The beauty of a woman lies in her veil for awhile
Rather than her face
The beauty of a woman lies in her submission
Rather that her dominance
The beauty of a woman lies in her smile
Rather than her laughter
The beauty of a woman lies in her abode
Rather than her adventure
The beauty of a woman lies in her offspring
Rather than herself ever
The beauty of a woman lies in her heart's spring
Rather than in skin cover
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
60-Years of Indian Democracy
60 years of Indian Democracy
Getting matured from infancy
Our democracy the emblem of sovereignty
Freedom, equality and fundamental rights
It does guarantee
In the world of autocracy
Or the rule of aristocracy
India is a land of diversity
Unity in plurality
Indian democracy survived and revived
Many other failed and perished
The sustenance of Indian democracy
Lies in handling issues with delicacy
Collaboration and consensus building
The social and pluralistic thinking
Rule by people, for the people
Through the representatives of people
Our democracy got matured
In news it get featured
People are now more participating
Great future we are anticipating
Long live our democracy
We will foil any conspiracy
Against the sovereignty of the nation
Unity and integrity of Great nation
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{This was written after celebrating and commemorating the 60 years of Indian Democracy this year.}
Design a Design to Redesign a Design
When we talk about design
Or think about design
Then we design
Our thought to present our design
And the design is something which is designed
To serve a design
I first encountered the word design
When I saw designs long ago;
Probably during the first class of painting
When the thought go melting
In standard first or second
But the real concept of design got designed
During our studios exercise on design
Design is a pervasive in design concept
It is something which helps precept
Many students during the first few days
The concept is a mere haze
And you need training to look through it
The thoughts get kindled and lit
Of studio they wonder what is design
And why this design don't get aligned
With the design of the faculty
Rather they say it's faulty
They keep on telling improve your design
Or redesign the design to suit the design
They have designed in their mind.
I sometimes feel that design is a good concept
To make us to think more before drawing lines to design
And this helps in later parts of the life
When you get to know about the intellectual property right
And the laws governing the copyright
Our Guru Google and friend copy-paste
Has made our life so simple and devoid of taste
That even for design we don't bother to design
Our thought to evolve a unique design
A design that can design your destiny
In internal and external design jury is bad to design
If you can't design out the essence of my small note on design
I think the design of my thoughts on design
Can help you in designing a better design
You might have heard that faculty say that Mr X design is good
Or Mr Y's design better that Mr Z's design
But I feel that design is design
It is your design outlook that decide the design in design
Simple or complex design is design
Design is like dream which keeps on changing every other night
A true and successful designer must be a good dreamer
Only then he can keep evolving the design
To suit the changing interest in design
Like dreams which are involuntary design is also
Design should be self-explanatory
And for you good and satisfactory
And Last but not least I would say design your design
Not for the sake of design
But for design that will design the destiny
Of human settlements very large or tiny
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{Written in 2012 by the poet for a friend Sitanshu Raj for his upcoming project of literary collection of the perception of Design}
Chilling wind in Summer Night
Nature is most mysterious of its kind
In the summer night, chilling wind
I wake and walked on the terrace
Of the SPA Hostel, a place
Where I usually walk during morning
During the early morning
Or better say late night
I see the sight in the sky
Above so high
Wind is blowing
Incessantly with air gushing
Through the tiny pores of shirt
Touching the tender heart
The wind is chilling but
It doesn't hurt
For it is relief from summer heat
Summer and no more sweating
The weather is of high rating
Change in the moon of nature
The changing nature of the nature
A few hours ago it had rained for a while
The wind was not so strong and agile
Adding to the chill few rain drops fall
Intermittent drizzling occurs
During this late hours
Surrounded by dimming light
Chilling wind in summer night
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{Written on 17 April,2012 during my stay at School of Planning and Architecture hostel at New Delhi from a real experience of nature's bounty}
The First Rain of Monsoon
In the month of May
The Summer does sway
The first rain of Monsoon
The drizzling started very soon
The weather is so pleasing
In the evening
The breeze is blowing
the leaves are hovering
At the tender touch of rain drops
Rain is good for upcoming crops
The nature get rejuvenated
Spirit of living life elevated
Water in the form of rain
Never goes in vain
Whether India, England or Spain
People wish rain to come again
Pouring in the valleys, raining in the plain
The thirsty Earth values the rain
After the rain sky is clear
The shining leaves become dear
Listen to the music of nature
New melody of every creature
Flattering of the leaves together
Soft gargling sound of water
Enjoying the rain with pleasure
Writing poem on beauty of nature
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{Written on 12 May,2012 on experiencing the soft touch of first drizzle of the Monsoon in Delhi. The weather was unforgettable and moments cherishable.}
Falling Girl: Helping Boys
A girl fell down from the 20th floor
A boy caught her on 15th floor
And asked her will u hug me?
She replied, of course, not
The boy dropped her and does see!
She was caught on the 10th floor
Again held by a boy, strong and firm
Asked for a favour to confirm
He asked her will u kiss me?
She replied no, at instant
He dropped her too and gave a glance
She prayed for a last chance
The luck favoured her
A boy held her on the 5th floor
She immediately said
Getting cunning and clever
She tried to tell a lie
Ok I will hug u and kiss u
The boy dropped her
Saying this you bad girl better die
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{Moral of the Story: All boys are not same. Be what you are not pretend}
When Womanhood dies in the Necropolis of Prostitution
Question arises on us and our sovereign social institution
When womanhood dies in the necropolis of prostitution
Swindling activities supported by some men
Time again and again by men insane
All sorts of crime making and breaking economies
Men having mind of sick physiognomies
The structural connotations might go deep
Can't be washed off the stain on the mental map
No matter how profusely you weep
She always feel enfeeble and handicap
The system of justice does great injustice
People come to notice but no real justice
Can be done to reverse the action
Aftermath of heinous action
Mal-functional maligned genetics
Dead in beauty or the aesthetics
That draws in the attention to your beauty
With the best appreciated and secured duty
In the despair nothing to say but gape
Opportunity to condemn has given the name-rape
Rape has been a volatile issue in ethics and moral
Momentary pleasure, mundane and corporal
When the women have the freedom to drink sip after sips
Get boozed down every weekends being betrayed in relationships
Stress in jobs, insecurity, family issues
Pray for once and legacy continues
Get drunk and get enjoyment or screwed
As an unofficial prostitute, she is viewed
No chance of retake, life is not picture-motion
She finds someone who could cater to her emotions
This kind of woman is also threats for any society
Freedom is given to both men and women from government
Right is right but there is responsibility and duty
But everybody has their respective government inside
Whether you expose, get exposed or hide
It's all depend on the your dream and scheme
How strong or weak one is with his/her beliefs and self-esteem
Question arises on us and our sovereign social institution
When womanhood dies in the necropolis of prostitution
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/346571
Aim in Life
Everyone in this world
Young and old
Rich or poor
For sure
To succeed in life
Must have a aim in life
For
A man without any fixed purpose
Serves no use
And it's like a ship without radar
Drifting here and there
Near and far
At the mercy of the winds
Lives life and life ends
Powerless to control its course
Philosophy of life without a discourse
A person having no aim in life
&nbs
p; Break down at little strife of life
Aim is something which to guide your actions
Regulate your conduct and reactions
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
(शशिकांत निशांत शर्मा ‘साहिल')
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/340271
The Mirror- True Reflection
Mirror, mirror, mirror
You are a source of horror
Reminder of the hour
You reflect what falls on you
Without any resent
Or seeking consent
You give response pure and true
You keep nothing back
Like a wise prophet
You remind us to be happy
Cheerful and content
The world is like you
It gives back what it receives
Amazing how it conceives
Learn from you
How to view
Without any prejudice
Virtue or vice
You taught world
Young and old
How to react
Act on some act
{Written during the Educational Site visit Trip to Kullu-Manali in September,2011}
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/339543
A Ride on Bus in Delhi
The true nature of urban life
Full of love and strife
At one place you can feel the both
Saying the truth, taking an oath
Travelling in the bus
You will feel the joy and fuss
Life full of hustle and bustle
In the bus, you do get tussle
When you get a seat
You sit and smile
You feel the treat
Life looks simple
And surely worthwhile
When you don't get a seat
You feel the heat
Bus gets overloaded
And often crowded
Making your journey miserable
Running fast to keep pace
Use the AC bus advisable
And feel the openness of space
Urban life is not easy
Everyone is a bit busy
With friends, children and wife
The true nature of urban life
A ride on Bus in Delhi
Demonstrated it clearly
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{Written on 11 May 2012 while travelling in a crowded Delhi Transport Corporation (DTC) green bus and then opted to jump in to the Red AC bus to get respite.}