Nitin Suresh Poems

The make believe world of
Snobs that define our tastes
A mockery of what satiates us
Silent apartheid of those who belong
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The evening ochre spreads its glorious hue
As lovers dedicated walked on the frayed edges
Dreams, wishes and with silent pledges
Holding hands and hopes for a brilliant tomorrow
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I searched for a poem
in the joys of innocent childhood
In the careless abandon of my
shy nervous days of youth
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Small group of people came together
On a sultry night as they did for ages

For they did not have gods or symbols
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As we gallop into the era of modernity comforting ourselves with gadgets to replace simple pleasures of life. We have unknowling crushed countless faceless people, their dreams and their identities.A tribute to simple farmers, artists and people who had once enriched our lives

In the midst of morning calm
As he sat on the courtyards of temple
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Life marked by resonating dreams
of unclinched hopes and soulless targets
Drawn into oblivion as drudgery creeps
withdrawing slowly ever of final failed picture
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She sat in the dimness of the room
Watching buds unfurl for nectar and bloom
She was a dancer by the day and night
Gestures, sounds and emotions engulf within
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She took up the brush in her tender hands
Very first time as her teacher cajoled
Pallete in hand the colours and the canvas
she let her mind wander to imagine for the very first time
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a living hell beckons
on the cold mountainside
frozen dreams, paused images
Picket fence and cold lifeless leaves
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Where there were beautiful seashells
on dreams that castles build
forlorn evening or love shattered
stanza of unfinished poems on a beach
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