Monday, December 24, 2012

you don't have to

i will write you a poetry today
you don't have to listen, I don't have to sing,
you don't have to answer,i don't have to ask,
you don't have to lose, I don't have to win,
you don't have to remember, I don't have to forget,
you don't have to love,and I don't have to live.



when such a long tradition/celebration can still continue for ages with a lie of a red fat man entering through chimney and distributing gifts .

Can you not sell me one lie tonight for one life that i live?
truth aint that a friend,you know.


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

In chaos and conflicts

In chaos and conflicts,We need to be heard,
we need answers, true.
but they who can take advantage of our silence,
can take advantage of our shouts too,
you can sail as a silent boat,
or turn into a ferocious warrior,
either ways you will turn to a pawn of political parties,
so its important to be calm,
In chaos and conflicts,We need to be heard,
we need answers, true,
but for that a right way is the way to heed.

Remember when you cried?
you gave me one drop of tear that day,
i took it along with me ,
and sailed away,
till today, my boat, ship, woods everything is gone,
but the ocean stays in my mind.
stays deep in my mind.


Monday, December 17, 2012


If I could tell you how beautiful you are,
people would have never called me an artist, or a poet, or that crazy fellow who stands for hour outside your house.

Actually if people could say , there would be no singers,no music,no songs,no artists etc.


you know what,
'Food' is what mom makes,
rest are just a bulk of minerals,vitamins,carbohydrates,nutrients,leaves ,air etc that is to be eaten only to exist, not to live.

-home sweet home

Saturday, December 15, 2012


You left a pause that day,
And I still cant sleep every night.


Thursday, December 13, 2012


lost all roads and hope,
with torn pockets of love,
in the middle of the ocean
I hold a brush,
trying to paint my own sun.
but the night always remains,
always wins,
always grows.
like it always did ,
but i don't know why,
tonight seems to be
the loneliest night of all.


Wednesday, December 12, 2012


remember this place.
its where we began.
we end.
we always run away and towards.

Monday, December 10, 2012

last night

Last night, I cried like a baby
and you stayed with me.
Love makes me an artist sometimes,
as I speak through rhymes and colors,
but tonight, i have none.
I surrender.
Cause Last night, I cried like a baby
and you stayed with me.



You know ,there is this flower of the blue mountains that blooms once in every twelve years.
yet, I love it, and I wait for it.

When i cant stop loving a simple flower i held,
how can I stop loving the person to whom I gave ?
- nisha

Wrote it for someone, I never showed.
this goes for people I love(even the ones i didn't give the flower :P ). its a believe you know. things may go way wrong.may be you turn silent and never talk, yet if you loved once,even for just a second, you always do. you can lie that you don't,you can hide it with anger or silence, but you do.12 years or more, if ever that person calls you at 3 am ,you will still show up at the door.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

real artist

if every time , when I hold a brush to paint,
All I do is ,try to hold your hand,
come close and reach for you,
then who is the real artist,
me or you?

_ nisha