Author: Shubhanshu Shrivastava
-
The truth of Life
Beyond this day, if we shall find, a loss of will to yearly stroll, and seek the meek embrace, of beloved sleep and swelling toll. It means we will soon in time, see life’s greatest truth. An old friend will come and greet, in the morning chirps or night owl’s hoot. He, the…
-
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
“The poetry that inspired a nation”. I am sharing here the favourite poetry of Nelson Mandela and one of my favourites as well. It is ‘Invictus’ by William Ernest Henley. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.…
-
Dancing in the moonlight
I picked myself up from the shallowing mist aground, and jumped up with joy, and climbed up suffering’s mound. I punched up the air, cutting it slim and through. I kept leaping up the land, where blissful, lazy green grow. Music and songs none played ‘fore but they were not needed, the beats of my…
-
Love signs – Cap & Virgo
The following abstract is taken directly from the famous book of Linda Goodman’s Love Signs and is dedicated to My virgo…. sharing this while sitting in my office due to overwhelming feeling of how much I am missing her, she’s on a trip right now. So here goes……the bold parts I found to be really…
-
Wife
Finally completed…… I sit dazed in the sunlight, And in the moonlight, ablaze, I weep, quietly coursing the night. Never had I found before, This feeling of love so much, Like a long lost boat, making, finally to the shore. She was like a silvery dream, In the mind when I closed my eyes, Wherever…
-
अतीत
Hey guys, it’s in hindi. Writing for the first time in hindi. Please share your views about it……. ये अतीत के जज़्बात अजीब होते हैं, गुज़रा हुआ वक़्त निकल तो जाता है, मगर यादों से मन में बेसबब होते हैं। गुमसुम जब रहता है तू, बैठता अंधियारों में, दो बोल नहीं बोलता, सहमता है किसी…
-
I am
I am a rusty car in your backyard, Which has lost its touch at novelty. But still it possess the mighty touch, Of the godforsaken time’s cruelty. I am the barren old tree, With one leaf just hanging still. On the wild land of rocky slope, Which has never known of care and till.…
-
It’s me
I laugh with you, I can be funny, I can be very charming, When I want to be. I talk little and I write a lot, For you, words I constantly brew, And People think I am very shrewd. I crack jokes, I make fun through, I laugh with you. But Cry when alone in…
-
I miss writing poems
I miss writing poems. My pen gliding fluidly on paper, My thoughts flowing freely, Writing the things I want to say. I miss writing poems. Every verse and rhyme, The thought of you everytime I write words in verses. The mere thought of you Kept me writing poems Lets me say to you Things I’m…
Literary Expeditions 