Sadvansha Munshi [Spriha] (24th March'99 / Kanpur)
Biography of Sadvansha Munshi
Sadvansha Munshi Poems
Being ignored can be the worse memory ever It is the past which can never be good but bad The warm atmosphere even feels cold while you shiver Sitting alone thinking about what you had
Love Was Only Virtually True
Saw you today Trying to remember There was something which I wanted to say During December
Is it up to me? Why do feelings change? I just want to be free, Is it out of my range?
Erotomania - Delusional Enamor
Succour was needed He came to her because she pleaded He thought of her as a victim girl
I Just Want To Fly Real High In The Sky Can You Hear, My Cry?
In Memory Of Her..
She was just like an angel, And now she has become a real angel. She was a dynamic lady, And so lively..
When there is no light And it is dark outside, Everyone's fast asleep But from inside, somewhere deep.
Behind His Smile
Behind his smile Is a world full of pain All day he hides Till dusk he is full of strain
Lonely Star In The Sky
Twinkling bright, In the black surrounding. So many at sight. Except one, all together were shining!
~don'T Ask God~
He doesn't help a caterpillar to turn into a butterfly, He isn't there to help when in water an ant is about to drown and die. At first they helped themselves then only God gave them a hand, In making and breaking of cocoon Or Safely returning back to land.
Arrogance And Mirth
Time heals everything. It surely didn't fix the fault inside me. No difference in me, simply nothing. I was just given insignificant but enchanting glee.
When I'M Gone
When i'm gone, Will you miss me? When i'm gone, Will you think of me?
The limpid splash, Flowing down the pinnacle. It went up and plash O, what a miracle!
What If, Being Normal, Is Not Normal?
What if, being normal, Is not normal? Does everyone has a crazy side? Maybe it's just that some of us show and some hide it inside.
Just Another Simple Poem
Here it goes again,
Just another simple poem.
Not writing for any gain
Nor for any friends or foe.
Its just a passion for some
Or just a waste of time,
Some are proud of what i have become
And to some I'm not so fine.