Rahul Singh Rana

Rahul Singh Rana Poems

Bent was I,
From the world so dull,
I saw a hope,
Some young minds
...

Now is the time
To watch myself move,
In stillness.
Now is the time
...

Just fell in love
The first time I saw you.
Your tiny hands were
So timid and beautiful
...

I fell in love
A kind never heard before.
I fell in love
A kind unsaid yet.
...

Wind was crashing into my face
It took me for a moment
Into a trance.
Never was I
...

I was walking barefoot,
I asked the man,
Who came in my way!
Why I was so wrong,
...

A tear in my eye
Costed nothing.
A dream to fly high
Costed nothing.
...

The day I was born,
With my blurred vision
Recognizing slowly everyone around me
I heard about my father,
...

As people pass by,
My parts (logs) remain left behind.
Once born in soil,
Will return back as such.
...

So much pain
I smothered till date,
What about a life?
A life so grand,
...

Drunk in the wine of youth,
Drunk in the self made troupe,
Drunk in what they not call as wine,
Drunk, despite,
...

They say we are actors,
The world's a stage,
We simply act,
Because we are actors.
...

Wars,
Oh wars!
Where are thou fought?
In between hearts
...

My mother used to wake up,
At odd hours
To watch me sleep.
Does she still wonder
...

This way was my poetry born
Words were born
And
So was me,
...

I wish i could cry once more.
Hiding my tears
Will not bring any peace.
A peace needed for living,
...

Today when I look back
Neither has time moved
Nor have I.
The day seems so near
...

I was thinking that day,
Why the punishment
For truth.
Why is it so
...

She once wrote a letter
To an unknown receiver,
As she watched Romeo spill his heart.
Within skies wrapped in clouds,
...

As I was leaving
Spinning away
From the hands of a bowler,
I saw in fear
...

Rahul Singh Rana Biography

Amateur poet with a few published works in English and Punjabi. I am constantly motivated by my surroundings and I mostly write imagining myself in the shoes of someone/something else. For instance, you will see the range of my work vary from personification of a tree to a motivator to a romantic teenager exploring difference facets and emotions of love.)

The Best Poem Of Rahul Singh Rana

The Bent Beggar

Bent was I,
From the world so dull,
I saw a hope,
Some young minds
In smoking puff.
I am a bent beggar,
So bent with age
Or
The world so stiff?
With one eye infected
And a broken heart.
I stood there,
Begging for a dime.
The youngsters saw me
But, ignored,
As did the world.
While smoking a cigarette,
One of them yelled
“Why do you beg? ”
Unable was I to speak
For the world has made me forget
Why do I beg?
Were those the mortal hopes
Which lay so dead in me.
Or was it the dead me?
So, bent with age
And atrocities
I still beg.
Ashamed was I to answer
But, I had to beg
But, I have to beg.

Rahul Singh Rana Comments

Susan Lacovara 15 September 2013

This reminds me of poem I had written many many years ago, about an old man sitting everyday, on a park bench, and no one takes the time to get to know him...until one day he's no longer there... your poem was beautifully written and stirred sorrow to think that anyone should still ago to beg...in this day and age...not just for their own survival...but for their very dignity...I wish you a joyous day and that what we should all BEG FOR...IS PEACE.

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