Biography of Nithin Jacob
Nithin Jacob Poems
A Ballet With Death
In a cold misty day when you die, Before you could close your eyes, Memoirs flash before your eyes On your day, flare with a wistful sense
I Gotta Run...
Craving for the blue moon Glued on to the sky and I, Run for fun and sing to sink
Loney is my name, met you in a rainy day when the rain is over And the sun begins to glow Little flowers start to bud
Cross Number Twenty Seven
Where did you start your work? Why did you run to me? Did you see me painting sky blue? Have you smelled the rose in me?
Why You So Serious John?
Why you so serious John? Why you so worried my friend? Running, helping and why have you been so tired? Sharing, caring and why have you been left alone?
Meet My Eyes
Long way to go under the gray streets Road on fire filled with gray grass Would you feel an empty space in you? Could you touch your heart and speak to me?
Lying on a meadow looking upon the stars Counting the days left to live and loved Living in this cold shell to know more Times and days flew by, oh my forlorn soul
Look at you, my smiling dove Give me time, I’ll change Let me find a place where we can stay Paste a kiss and buff your soul
Mystic Steffy By /\/ J
Echoes of a lightning star, ‘legends on hills’ Drizzling, is it sun-drenched? I’m baffled Loner, like the sound of a colossal mince And my world is pastel, and I’m a creep
Romance In Wilderness
Darling, when this music played I closed my eyes, reeled back my life Sometimes it's hard to keep you away Like a unicorn, you come and smile to me
Anesthetized In A Crystal Glare
Nobody wants to build a wall You don’t want to dig a hole Life & death is not in your hands Past & hope is not known to you
Deply In Insomnia
Smile, beautiful smile yet cynical Run, run harder race is not over Passing the 6th step, climbing 7th heaven Stretch your brain, fetch your soul
Tribute & Tears
True two face bound back on the screen Awarded for scripting his story Framed his work on a green wall Staring through his glass read his creation
A Girl's Fantasy
Do you still remember the day u went to school? And do you feel the place where you sat in your school bus? Now does this sound silly for the fact that it will never come back to you? Let me take you through your life in a short note
Tribute & Tears
True two face bound back on the screen
Awarded for scripting his story
Framed his work on a green wall
Staring through his glass read his creation
Long time ago there lived three militants
They stayed at home, shared their thoughts
His house was situated on hills, gave shelter
The militants were on a mission
To gift their life, to prevent aliens to enter