THE BIRTHDAY GIRL

Right from the heart of this naïve,


For a girl so soft, yet so brave,


Comes out a brook, of hearty well wishes,


For she’s the birthday girl, a princess of princesses.


 


Like fragrances from the gardens of cherry,

Her smile can make everyone merry,

A butterfly, spreading positivity around,

She’s god’s own descendent, on this mortal ground.



Bold outside, yet an infant at heart,

An innocent soul, a paragon of god’s art,

Cares for everyone, so selfless she is,

Talking with her, seeing her laugh, is always bliss.



I wish, in life, you’ll reach the peaks,

And that kiddish smile, will never go off your cheeks,

Just work hard my sis, and see where you’ll go,

You can do wonders, your mettle I know.



I wish you all roses, on your way,

Like a star so high, you’ll shine and sway,

A sweet little bird, with charm and grace,

In an air of freedom, will grow to be an ace...



                                                 -  Kshitiz Upadhyay

PRINCESS OF THE SEVENTH ALTITUDE

Her Eyes, A majestic artwork of Picasso

So deep, like a bottomless sea,

O' I've fallen and couldn't swim,

drowning...A hallowed shrine for me...

Her Smile, A divine illusion,

Can turn the dead, pink again

O' I am spellbound, my world is changed,

She giggles a bit, and I go insane...

Her Body, An angelic figure

Indeed, a paragon of flawlessness,

I can bet her beauty, beyond all praise

An inception, inducing madness...

Her Soul, An innocent lamb,

So pure, purer than the purest pedigree

Decency and grace, beyond limits,

these simple virtues, mesmerise me...

Just sqeeze my heart, get a shoreless sea

Of love, for the Godess of Serenity

I wish, she'll be mine forever,

A Vital effigy of Sanctity...

                                          -  Kshitiz Upadhyay

SWEET SORROW

Loneliness, a feeling of sheer pain...yet sometimes, a soothing relief...

 

 

 

 

 

I was at a park,

So quite, no spark,

Dark was the heaven,

like a huge devilish raven...

Looked up high,

with a soothing sigh,

Saw many glowing things studded,

All, deserved to be headed...

But one, so big, so bright, so cute,

as itself, being the god's fruit,

So glittering and round,

held me spellbound...

So still, so innocent,

I bet I can fall in love, and wont repent,

I gazed at it, in fascination,

Was it reality, or just my imagination?

My joy, beyond any limit,

Poor Alexander won the world, but I had got it,

Though, was time to cheer,

I was happy, but in tears...

I jumped up high,

towards the sky,

to catch my love,

that bright, innocent dove...

I couldn't even touch,

But didn't worry much,

Without much care or cry,

was ready for another try...

Lungs exaggerated, air in a heap,

I took a high leap,

But still, was out of arms,

My face, began to loose charm...

Eyes now seemed to blur,

But was trying, over and over,

No matter fatigue, no matter pain,

was trying, again and again...

Hopes diminishing, lips dry,

Loosing heart, after each try,

I looked up with a frown,

The 'Mine' in me, was melting down...

Why does this heart gets wet,

for someone, it cant get,

What was my fault?...just love?

With that, 'Not so mine' bright, innocent dove...

Love is so rude, and god, so mean,

I love it truly, my heart is clean,

That dark night, with silence only,

was now stained, by this crying lonely...

                                                                - Kshitiz Upadhyay

AN OATH OF LOVE

The bond of love, between a brother and a sister, is probably one of the sweetest one in this world. They fight, they play with each other, they share moments of sweet kiddish quarrels, still are ready to do anything for each other...this is called true bro sis relation...and when one feels its importance...its beauty...life becomes easy...and far more lovely...

SOMETIMES, ITS GOOD TO BE BAD

No matter how much innocent we pretend to be...no matter how much decent we look...but deep inside from the core of our hearts...we all dream to live  a life like this...the ultimate dudes...

MISERY : FROM AN EXTINCT PANORAMA

Man indeed, has learned to stay tensed...but by the power of positiveness in our hearts,
we can triumph all agonies...and this is freedom!...when miseries turn to melodies...

RIME OF A BROKEN HEART

This is the other part of love...the pain it can give.
Love never accepts defeat. It takes away the soul
from the body...and leaves nothing...but loneliness...

As customary, me, out on the streets,

crawling to my place, holding a smile,

Left behind, a ruined castle,

feeling so fresh, so agile...

Walking across the streets, my eyes go round,

Look!, Ropewalker moving with grace,

Wow!, Candyseller, selling sweetest candies,

This is Arab, my land, my place...

That boy, showing tricks,

and kids, fighting around,

Mothers maddened, lashing into fury,

My laugh, without any bound...

Here's my place, a pigmy stall,

Screaming...Two pots a coin,

Soil, my god and hands, my tools,

My workplace, my hallowed ruin...

And a fine day, me,

searching for a coin on the ground,

"Two pots please...", Ahh!

That melodious voice, held me spellbound...

Looked up with a frown,

An outsider, I guess,

So good at our tongue,

Grace and decency, enough to impress...

That night, Extinct in her notions,

Thought about her demeanor, her way,

May she'll come again, Next day,

I just woke up and sway'd...

On my way, I found her,

But this time in pain,

Rushed to help her, Didn't know,

if her aura, was the chain...

In an unknown forest,

Butterfly had lost her hive,

And this newly smitten bug, ready to lead,

Enchantment was still alive...

She told me about her country,

told me, about her job,

And me, stunned, lost in her,

could see, her only, in that infinite mob...

Routine incessant meetings,

Little quarrels, giggles, cries,

An unseen bond, sprouting up,

An unnamed relation, about to rise...

Time wheel rolled on,

My soul, coalesced with her,

And I decided that night,

"Tomorrow, I'll propose her"...

Stirred up, to the peak,

Was mugging up, my part,

Ecstatic weather, took my heart,

And then came, her cart...

That Elysian girl, descended,

But this time, with a swain,

told me, he was her fiance,

Yusuf, was his name...

Silence...It felt as if,

Touched by the icy hands of death,

Entire skeleton, lost sensation,

A mortal being, with no breath...

That was her last day, at our place,

My heart, saturated with pain,

My dreams, demolished brutally,

The castle was a ruin again...

The market remained as busy,

But now no pigmy stall, just sand,

Someone heard people gossiping, A lad

found dead, with a foreign coin, in his hand...

                                                                        -  Kshitiz Upadhyay