Curiosity

A poetry less about the meaning and more about the feeling. Ought to be read that way by absorbing the meaning of each sentence, line by line.

My Poem ‘What is Life?’ published on Storymirror, ranked #3 in its category and #14 in their entire English poetry database.

Poem published on Storymirror and ranked #3 in its category and #14 in entire English poetry from among thousands and thousands of poems. Check it out from below. https://storymirror.com/read/english/poem/what-is-life/4xcobee3

What is Life?, by Shubhanshu Shrivastava — POETRY FESTIVAL. My poetry published in Poetryfest. Poetry websites

(myliteraryexpedition.wordpress.com) Life is a dream when you think about it, A gleam of colors, a vision of grey, With a few moments that smell sweet and nice, With the occasional taste of bad decay. Life is a journey as many say, A tunnel filled with twists and turns, And the empty caverns that come through […]#PublishaBook… Continue reading What is Life?, by Shubhanshu Shrivastava — POETRY FESTIVAL. My poetry published in Poetryfest. Poetry websites

यह प्रेम नहीं

(इस कविता में जो लिखा है उसका अर्थ तो समझिए ही साथ ही साथ उसके उलट जो आज के युग में होता है वह भी सोचिये)(कविता को लयबद्ध पद्य की शैली में लिखा है, यदि उस लहजे से पढ़ा जाए तो अलग आनंद मिलेगा 🙂)काल का चक्र जो चलता है,किसी के लिए नहीं ये रुकता… Continue reading यह प्रेम नहीं

सब चुप क्यों हैं?

(कल्पना करिए आप 12-15 वर्ष पहले के भारत में हैं। जैसे जैसे मैं समय में आगे बढूंगा आप समझते जाएंगे) रोज़ाना चलते जीवन के यापन में, सब चुप क्यों हैं? अंतर्द्वंद के स्थापन से भी, सब चुप क्यों हैं?   सर उठा कर देखते हैं जब लोग, पता लगता है कि रास्ते तो अब खाली… Continue reading सब चुप क्यों हैं?

पार तो फिर भी करना होगा

Inspired from and Dedicated to Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee हो राह में यदि आकाश,सूर्य की तरफ उड़ना होगा,बीच तड़ित से चमकते बादलों कोपार तो फिर भी करना होगा। जब नदी में हो वेग गजब,और नौका फंसी मझधारों में,धैर्य तो फिर भी धरना होगा,पार तो फिर भी करना होगा। विपरीत दिशा की धारा में,चप्पू चलाते रहना… Continue reading पार तो फिर भी करना होगा

Pune

Perched a little farther from,the country's major city of dreams.Snuggled lovingly amidst mountainous beasts,cozily, is the - 'Oxford of the East'. Where sun shines merrily about,of, a traveler is bothered the least.Where the scenes - most lovely, exists,which for weary eyes is a delightful feast. Where the hills full of trees,stands majestic, still untouched by… Continue reading Pune

A Fool still in Love

Every time and again you love me, you say, I light up then, like a warm summer's day. In the minutes that come, I am like a kid, so full of joy and having fun. That fun is so much more than you think, it is blissful, joyous, serene, cheery, sprightly, exuberant. I pop a smile… Continue reading A Fool still in Love

The Poet

Is a poet not a poet unless he is known? Or unless his name, upon the carcass of a tree, Blinding, in golden letters beautifully shone? Is he not someone, to lead with might, and raise a din of soundless voice, to address every whim in the world's plight? It is said, 'The pen is… Continue reading The Poet