Biography of Pushkar Bisht
Pushkar Bisht was born on the 26th of June,1985, in the town of Pithoragarh, the Queen of the Mountains. He now lives in New Delhi (India) , with his parents. Pushkar studies Philosophy, English Literature & Science in college.
Pushkar believes in forming deep and meaningful friendships across all age groups, and cherishes children and the elderly. He enjoys reading biographies of great men and women, because they inspire him and demonstrate how to face challenges of life with courage and determination. He regularly reads poetry and his writings allow him to share his inner thoughts and feelings with others.
Nature is one of Pushkar's most influential teachers. Through his observations of the natural world, Pushkar has learned to treasure every moment and to find happiness in even the smallest things in life. He is an extremely simple man who believes silence is the pathway leading to God. Pushkar embraces the small joys that come to him because they show him how to truly rejoice in the big joys that come unexpectedly.
Pushkar Bisht’s poetry is drawn from his observations of the world around him. He takes inspiration from the simple, and often routine, events of everyday life, and from the relationships he forms with family, friends and casual acquaintances. He is touched by the plight of people who are less fortunate than he, and this is clearly reflected in his work.
Bisht often breaks the rules of poetry. However this is done intentionally, in order to appeal to readers from all walks of life. As with most poets, Pushkar’s personal beliefs and values mould his thought patterns, and he creates a variety of visual images with his carefully chosen words and phrases.
Some readers may find some of Pushkar’s work unpolished and unconventional; however, even sophisticated poetry readers will warm to the sincerity and compassion his words convey. This is Bisht’s first collected work; however he hopes to release others soon.
Pushkar Bisht Poems
A Beautiful Flower Rose
Rose is a beautiful flower, Having a lot of fragrance Growing among the deadly thorns, It has never lost its beauty.
A Prayer For My Sister
May you live long! And have a lot of happiness May tears not come in your eyes!
I Want To See A World From The Window
I want to see a world from the window, A happy world, A quiet world, A beautiful world,
A Prayer To The Baby
May your life be bright & wonderful like the sun! May you shine in the dark like the moon! May all your pride vanish with your kindness! May you be silent like the ocean!
In Hour Of Darkness, I Remember You
In hour of darkness, I remember you And the darkness of my life quickly flutters away
Don’t Be Sad My Friend
Don’t be sad my friend, Miles away I am from you, But I am still close to you, Give me all your valuable pearls of tear,
A Blessing From The Lord
A blessing from the Lord, Coming in plenty without any cost, No matter how much you lost, You will get from his blessing a lot,
You Can Change The World With A Smile
A Sweet smile on your face
If You Don’t Respect Your Mother
If you don’t respect your mother, Your whole knowledge Will turn into soil, And you only become a man
If You Cry My Sister (Lisa Stewart)
If you cry my sister, I am always there to wipe out Your tickling tears For swallowing them in me
Happiness Lies In Nature
The true happiness lies in the lap of nature, Where everyone feels
At The End Of The Day
Oh Lord… Thanks for your time for me, Thanks for your help for me,
I Don’t Need A World Of Diamonds Or Pear...
I don’t need a world of diamonds or pearls, I don’t need a world of gold or silver, I don’t need a world of fame or wealth, I don’t need a world of power or pride,
It seems that I am more blessed this Christmas, A friend who is rich in thoughts & heart… Has gladdened me in spirit and feelings…. I have no words to thank her….
All The Poets
We begin a war of new ideas,
In which the world is restricted,
And the people are absorbed in their own world,
We poets are restless to better the home,
Where all dwell in gloom.
Why the world so small
the people think?
Why not ordinary things