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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Tuesday, 6 September 2016
Wednesday, 21 October 2015
Those Days Are Gone...
The days are gone,
When we used to play in a small verandah which looked like a large playground.
The days are gone,
When we used to share our lunch-box in each and every corner of the classroom, the happiness of which was more than anything.
The days are gone,
When the bicycle ride felt like a flight.
The days are gone, when a single penny would make us more happy than the big notes.
The days are gone,
When we were free to do anything and everything that made us happy.
The days are gone,
When everything looked easy and joyous.
The days are gone,
When you were sad and crying and at that moment there was someone behind you, who would make you happy.
But the experience of those days always makes me happy, makes me hopeful, and forces me to try to recreate those moments.
-Manish Upadhyay
Wednesday, 23 September 2015
Reveal Yourself...
There is something which restricts
me,
There is something which troubles me,
I don't know whether i am travelling in the right direction or not,
But i am sure that i am on the way.
There is something which forces me to
act,
There is something which stops me from acting,
I am always stuck with confusion, Sometimes it lowers my pace.
There is something which makes me
feel happy,
but there is something too which feels me low.
I always face difficult circumstances,
Which forces me to give up,
But there are a few things which heal me,
Like the whisper of a mother to her baby.
There is something which stops me
from looking forward,
And there is something which pulls me to the darker side of life...
But still, I find my way,
Still i walk,
i run,
i achieve and
Still i am hungry to act.
-Manish
Upadhyay
Friday, 18 September 2015
I DON'T KNOW WHY?
I don’t know from where I born
Either it is in the outskirts of the city or the sides of the road,
I don’t know where my home isSometimes it is on the side of the sea or is on the stairs of the temple,
I don’t know why most of the times people attack in my house
That I unable to find the meaning of love and happiness,
I don’t know why people show us abusive behavior
But treat others in a respectful way,
I don’t know why small children’s like me hold the school bag
But I am far from that, it looks beautiful,
I don’t know why
I always don’t the meaning of life
But I want to know many thing about life.
-ManishUpadhyay
Labels:
childhood,
curiosity,
Dream,
human life,
Learning,
Life,
Love,
my writing,
Poem,
respect,
thinking
Saturday, 4 July 2015
MY LIFE IS LIKE A RAIN...
My life is like a rain,
Every time it makes me feel refresh as a drop of water hits my face.
My life is like a rain,
Every time it fills spirit in my whole body like a drop of water in every corner of the field
My life is like a rain,
Every time it reminds me that there is still a cheerfulness in life as childhood days,
My life is like a rain,
Every time it makes me stand up when clouds burning my faith with a drop of water,
My life is like a rain,
Every time it hides me in a shadow of his own happiness like never before.
My life is like a rain,
Every time it makes me happy same as the happiness of small child enjoys with the first rain of the season.
-Manish Upadhyay
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