This is anthology of poems of Nithin RS. This poetry blog has more than 400 poems ranging over two decades. I started writing poems in 1998. I wish to tell tiny tales through my poems. I welcome you to my poetry world :)
21 Apr 2022
One More Yesterday
20 Apr 2022
A Lost Infant
A lost infant
A lost bundle of dreams
Weaved during ten months
Inside the mother's womb
About a lifetime of raising a child
From the first scan of the movement
To the first kick on the belly
Listening to the sweet little things
With an ear on the belly
The selection of a sweet name
The shopping for welcoming baby
The decoration of the room and cradle
A long wait for seeing the face
A long wait for seeing the smile
A long wait to hear the first words
A long wait to see the first walk
A long wait to play with the god's gift
It's a short-lived joy
As the child left this world
Too early
It's a pain hard to heal
The tears of the bereaved mother
The broken heart of a silent father
Consoling each other in silence
Words can't console their loss
As the image of their breathless infant
Haunt them as nightmares in
Sleepless nights and hopeless days
With all their hopes for a lifetime
Buried inside a small casket
In the graveyard of sorrows
With wishes for a cradle in heaven
This poem is written in solidarity with my friends who lost their children too early. Some inside the womb itself.
19 Apr 2022
Once Upon A Dream
18 Apr 2022
A Lone Walker
I am a lone walker
After the sunset
Along a tiled riverside pathway
With the company of the silent river
Under the canopy of plantains and trees
Guided by the moonlight and lights from homes
Without the hustles of walkers and runners
It is a realm I crave in big cities for a walk
With crickets from bushes on the sides
Making noise along with the birds
The reeds wave along with the wind
Lonely streetlamps are a relief
In pitch dark areas I see mirages
Of individuals looking at the river
I could hear the conversations of
People enjoying drinks in the evening
The movements in the bushes scare at times
As the bund used to be a haven of snakes
I have seen mongooses wandering around
I see the imageries on the ripples of rivers
Created by the lights from the other shore
Seeds of poems give my mind a workout
Sometimes, the mind tells me interesting tales
The music from temples on the other shore
Spruces mind at the end of the pathway
At times, I see men sitting on the stone benches
Enjoying the peace of evening in darkness
The walk itself is an affirmation to see
Sunrise on dawn someday
As I remain chained to the sleeping pill
My long walks in the past drove me to
Move to other cities with a belief
I am walking with an aim
To escape from here!
This poem is based on the seed I had in mind while walking in the evening. I indeed walk when there is nobody in the path. Image from the Unsplash.
16 Apr 2022
Decision
Make sure you clear up your mind,
Decide what is best for your future.
Do you see me as part of that journey?
If not, prepare me for your departure.
I will pack all the memories and dreams;
You can keep all the gifts and moments.
You'll still be in my heart as spring of past.
Let's walk away without uttering a word;
Without hugs, kisses, and sad goodbyes!
If you want to go on a journey with me,
Let go of all those dark fights we had,
All the tears and nightmares we shared,
And all those hurtful words we hurled.
Let's make a new start for our lost love!
Let's travel through new places to build new dreams, experiences and memories. Let's promise to hold on to each other!
A poem based on word prompt #FromOneLine. Image from Unsplash. Thank you :)
15 Apr 2022
Vishu: The Harvest Festival
Vishu is a festival that evokes
Memories from the childhood
During the school holidays
While I stayed at my Uncle's home
We used to collect golden shower flowers
To place in front of a picture of Lord Krishna
Along with rice, fruits, coconut, jasmine flowers
and other auspicious items at night
That is believed to make lord pleased
In the morning, Aunt used to wake me up
And keep my eyes closed to take me to the
room to show the first view of Krishna and other
Auspicious items for praying for a good year ahead
Then Uncle and Aunt gave coins as part of the elders
Giving younger ones the money for a prosperous year ahead
I and cousins used to go to my relatives' and neighbours houses
To collect coins as part of the custom and we used to save them
It used to be our pocket money for the year as kids
The scrumptious meal and dessert payasam
Those images are still memorable
It is hard to get golden shower flowers now
And it's been a while since I celebrated Vishu
I felt like a kid when my Mum's friend gave me
coin and a currency note along with milk today
Wishing me a prosperous year ahead
I felt like I saw Lord Krishna in her
My Mum too gave money like every year
I remember giving coins to the kids in the alley
On a Vishu, when I was in Pune
Their happiness was pure bliss
The farmers that harvest rice, fruits and
vegetables are the real heroes of this festival
13 Apr 2022
A Blue Lake of Love
12 Apr 2022
Characterization
Eight years of a regime
Ruined every social fabric of a nation
Destroying the pillars of a nation
With a brute majority in electoral democracy
The opposition voices are stifled with the
Overreaching arms of the government
A witch-hunting of epic proportions
Even the courts play fiddle to the government
The compromised media give characterisations
To the rebel voices in favour of the government
Those new media are characterized as Godi media
The social media cell of the ruling party target
rebel voices with false narration and maligning campaigns
The female rebel voices get rape threats and character assassination
The voices that question the government are characterized as
anti-nationals, Urban Naxals, and tukde-tukde gang
The journalists who report against the government
Lose their jobs and they get haunted by fictitious charges
Even court interventions don't give enough relief
Social activists who work for the rights of the people
They are characterized as villains and they are jailed
With sedition charges that make it difficult to get bail
The tribals are stripped of right over their lands
Haunted by armed forces and characterized as maoists
Rationalists were shot dead for campaigning against
the superstitions and other blind faiths that affect people
The NGOs that work among the poor are characterized as
money launderers and they lost their right to get foreign funds
Amnesty International is banned in my country and you can
Imagine the plight of the right activists right now
Many RTI activists have been killed or face a threat
Kashmiries were stripped of their privileges and oppressed
They're characterized as Pakistani sympathizers
Things related to Muslims are characterized as jihad,
ranging from love jihad, UPSC jihad to Halal Jihad
There are hundreds of Muslims living in detention centres
characterized as illegal migrants by the government
Not to mention the characterization of them as beef eaters
And being lynched in the name of possessing beef or for being Muslims
The students who protested against the citizenship bill were
beaten up ruthlessly and got jailed on serious charges
The farmers who fought against farm laws were
characterized as Khalistani supporters until they won
Hundreds of youth were beaten up for seeking jobs
Criminals wearing saffron are characterized as patriots
My own brethren were compared as Somalians by the premier
The government characterises political opponents as economic offenders
The followers of an ideology that stayed away from the freedom struggle
Characterizes themselves as the nationalists and they try to impose
Their beliefs on the large population from different cultural heritage
The vegetarians who support the government are trying to impose
Vegetarianism on meat-eaters with the characterization of sinners
There is a characterization of Hindi as a national language
Though it is only an official language and there is the imposition
of Hindi on non-Hindi speaking states through government policies
The characterization of Dalits as people of lower strata
They face atrocities in the form of rape and octraisation
Now there is an us versus them narrative from the government
Letting real economic offenders escape from the country
And stop the people who can speak against them from visiting
Other countries
This poem is based on a monthly journal prompt from #anneapart. *tukde- pieces or splintering *jihad-the spiritual struggle within oneself against sin. *Godi- lap. This poem has a political tone as I am not oblivious to what I see in my country. Image from iStock. Thank you :)
11 Apr 2022
Another Life?
The tales of second life
With impeccable memory of the past
Often get the curious media coverage
I wonder if it is a mental ability to know
About the life of another person in detail
Is it a sheer coincidence of guess getting a match?
Many a day I tried to recollect my past life
Imagined me in different eras and countries
I think I never had a previous life
I do not think I will have another life
I never tried the virtual second life
Nor I will try the metaverse
If I have another life
I would love to be a nomad
I would love to travel and write
The stories that are beyond me now
I hope I won't go through another love
I hope I won't go through another breakup
I want to be a wanderer in search of glimpses
Of the sceneries that are surreal in the world
And experience the life of being a human in that modern era
But I fear, I might end up in a colony on Mars or some other planet
As a cyborg, clone, zombie, humanoid, or unknown species of that era
With artificial intelligence, life-enabling gadgets self-healing and regeneration
Living among sceneries and experiences beyond my imagination right now
May be amidst a war with the aliens or the evolved human species'
Without ever experiencing the natural wonders that our earth offer
This poem is a continuation of the thoughts about life, death, and life after death related to my recent poems in this blog. Image from Unsplash. Thank you :) The previous poems in this series are My Final Day On Earth and What After The Death .
10 Apr 2022
What After The Death?
Another death
Another poignant family
What dreams may have died?
The moment after the last breath
What will happen to life?
Where will it go?
Afterlife
It sounds like a hope
Is there really another life to live?
From the moment of leaving the body
The soul may wander around
Will it meet other souls?
I've seen the last breath of my dad
I've seen him in my dreams and nightmares
I wonder where he is right now in this universe!
There are those who proclaim that it's their second life
They tell about the incidents from their old life
Some even find their old families!
Is there hell and heaven?
It sounds like two magical worlds
Do we get to live another long life there?
What is the purpose of this life, if it is meant only to be short?
Has God lined up other tasks for us after the death?
Why does he leave our dreams unfinished?
I wonder if I will get another life
As a microbe, plant, animal, human or even an alien!
It is a mystery similar to how this world popped up from nowhere!
This is based on remnants from a discussion I had with my ex-girlfriend about death, afterlife, soul etc during a holy month. Image is taken from Unsplash. Thanks :) My Final Day On Earth is the previous poem and Another Life? is the next poem in this series.
9 Apr 2022
My Final Day On Earth
One final day on this earth is special
I'll visit a church or temple to pray
Maybe a bribe to get a ticket to heaven
It's a relief for my broken and lonely heart
No more battles to fight to survive another day
No more worries to live through the pain
I'll try to see the sunrise that I rarely see
I'll tell the sun to be gentle on me that day
I'll walk through the park for one last walk
I'll let the shower be my last rainfall
And the crushed ice be my last snow
I'll throw stones in a nearby stream
I'll write poems from my sweet memories
I'll write an obituary for myself and send
It to a digital newspaper for publishing
I don't have many people to meet or call
I'll rather leave short goodbye messages
With the hope of meeting again somewhere
I'll hail a taxi and travel around for a while
To see the places I love, near where I live
To bid adieu to the long walks I used to have
I'll spend some time in my vegetable garden
I'll water my plants and treat them with manure
I'll request someone to look after my garden
I'll throw away the medicines that control me
And try to sleep on my own for seeing dreams
I'll try to wake up to the nightmares of my past
If there is a beach nearby, I will go there
Walk on the sands and play with the waves
I hope I would last until the glorious sunset
If not, I will go to a hill for a final trek
To breathe the misty air from the trees
And embrace the clouds on the grass
I would cook myself a spicy last dinner
With a dessert, I loved from my childhood
And one last toast to myself with a wine
I hope I will see my loved ones waiting for me
Like my grandfather saw his, in the death bed
I'll go with them without any regrets and sorrow
This poem is based on #journalingprompt 'What would you do if you knew you had one day left to live?' The next poems in this series are What After Death? and Another Life? .
8 Apr 2022
A Pithy Smile
I'm missing yesterday's smile of
you
It was magical, made of
moonshine
I thought of visiting you again hours
later, as I wished to see it
glint again
It was your final pithy smile for
me
A talkative girl's silent
departing gift
Like a touching speech by an
orator
Prepared with
soulless emptiness
I regret not taking you out in a
steam
Train, that whistles like hustles
of rain
Through the snow caped valleys
that
You wished to see during last
winter
You were jaded, as I was so
jealous of
your friends, who stole away the time
that I wished to keep aside for
ourself
I wish I had words to melt your
heart
I've read your journal about our
breakup
You were sad and let the tears
sooth the
pain, You were conscious about
state of
my mind, but you chose to remain
silent
A poem based on word prompts from #WriteMap #moonmystic #poetryprompt #BraveWrite #WIPWordSearch #WordSoupDaily#atreyasverse. Image from Unsplash Thanks to Michael Dam
7 Apr 2022
An Analyst's Block
I was so excited when I moved to Pune to be
A market research analyst with the start-up, I associated with for two years
It was my dream job and I had to wait for years for an opportunity
I was struggling with a break-up and a sleep disorder
I was unaware that I was under depression
After a slow start, I enjoyed being involved in all aspects of that firm
I loved researching markets and analyzing qualitatively
with the tools and techniques available
Finding new trends, technologies and updates
Then the doctor advised me to quit the medicine and I got
a new medicine of lower dosage, My struggle started right there
I started losing sleep and I couldn't focus on research
I had a short break during an important week as I struggled
I would sit for hours in front of the laptop to only write a few paragraphs
I started getting headaches, and my world moved slowly
It was embarrassing, as I couldn't engage in tight deadlines
I started losing my temper and my frustration increased
I was working on reports on my own and had targets
I refused to get involved in an urgent report and company profiles
One day, I felt I couldn't do anything anymore and I asked my
team leader to let me go home and work from home
The company owner and team leader decided to allow that
Provided I meet the monthly targets
For days I sat blankly in front of a laptop trying to do company profiles
No matter my efforts, it felt it was beyond me
I had unfinished reports in front of me and I couldn't finish
Without medicine, I struggled to sleep and I tried walking
To tire me and induce sleep, and it took a while for it to work
But still, I couldn't write a thing on my report
Slowly I was able to research and study other markets
But still, I couldn't do the company profiles and it gave me so much stress
I had to quit my job and return home and had to engage in another field
I was diagnosed with depression and I came under medication
It helped me to come out of stress and be more focused on tasks
The lockdown made me sit at home and do research for a project
I found research exciting again and spent hours every day
Then I got a chance to associate with another market research firm
And it gave me the confidence to be a freelancer and found work through analysts
Then almost two years later, I was doing company profiles in bulk
And I was doing market research reports again with excitement
It was magical, as I was able to do something I felt was beyond me
It was like a long writer's block for me that affected my career!
PS: I still wonder why I couldn't do one particular task. It was beyond me at that point. I found it easy later. I am going through another phase of it after an ambitious attempt to come out of medicines. The reduction in dosage left me struggling to do the simple task that I used to do with ease. It doesn't affect my creative writing though. Depression has taken away the joy I had with my work. I had to write this to motivate myself again and continue with my efforts.
6 Apr 2022
Languages of Life
5 Apr 2022
Deception
Her moonlit glasses
Hid her bumble eyes
Wandering around to
See the man who fell
For her beguile words
and smile, Her hollow
love had razor's edge
To win disputes with
him, Everytime they
faced fights of egos
She thrived in poems
He wrote about her
He was drunk in his
Innocent love for her
She's just abiding time
Enjoying the glitters of
his company, Until his
purpose in her life ends
He was dreaming about
An impossible life with her
He didn't realise that she is
a mirage that he cannot own
She would fly away like a bird
When she come across another
man, Who is rich and more exciting
This poem is based on word prompts from #vss365 #crowcalls #vssmagic #ThePush #Wordsofglass #moonmystic and #FridayPhrases
Image from www.dreamstime.com
4 Apr 2022
An Exodus From Arcot
3 Apr 2022
The High School Dictator
2 Apr 2022
Llama
A poem based on word prompts from #atreyasverse #2WordPrompt Image from Unsplash
1 Apr 2022
Larkspur Wish'
When the velvet dusk haunts moon,
I will be waiting for you with
Larkspur flowers
I want to put them on your pink hair,
To make you gleam at night with
shy smile
I will end my woeful wanderings,
for listening to the soulful music that
you play
And you will see me dancing wildly to the
music of you, and lose in potion of
your love
The purpose of my life is to build a new life,
with you in an estuary of
your dreams
A poem based on word prompts from #atreyasverse #BraveWrite #moonmystic #VIVpoem #vss365 #WIPWordSearch Image from Google
31 Mar 2022
Temple For You
I want to look for a mount
Like Olympus in the Asgard
Not the haven of the gods
But a kingdom of the demons
To build a big temple for you
In the valley with thick forest
And rocks for an ideal pilgrimage
Columns like in Greek temples
Arches like in the Persepolis
Structure like a mini colosseum
Atop, a pyramid like in Egypt
Minarets around like in Arabia
Flooring with the Italian marbles
Sanctum sanctorum carved in a
Single granite from the Karnataka
I’ll keep a sculptures of your demons
I’ll worship it with my poetic verses
Sprinkling heavenly scents of attar
And bunch of Jasmines that you like
I'll lit the temple with camphor lights
In the midnight I will pour blood on
Deities to quench its insatiable thirst
I’ll offer gifts from the occult priests
Fulfil their wishes with your demonic
Powers that you used to destroy me !
Your greed and arrogance will be the
Offering for the ooccultist
pilgrims
Who have cruel wishes to fulfil at the
Expense of miseries of
their rivals!