Diary of nishant shahhttp://nishantshah2381.rediffiland.com/Diary of nishant shahen-usEchoes of Midnight
Echoes of midnight


i heard you between the woods
you chirped the lullaby of night
Even the revered Nox descended
And the tranquil runnel followed your voice

your mellowed voice echoed the skies
and the barbarians slumbered to your hymns
even the crickets beguiled by your voice
Ceased their plaintive grimes

are these the echoes of midnight
where you follow your dreams
hymning the rhymes of life
and minx with the race of gloomy light

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Lord- Eternal

Walking lonely in this lane
a few sceptres followed my way
a destiny wherever I belonged
they engraved my fate


then,
once i heard the prophet
sermoning the mass in the lane

"sceptres we meet everyday
are the pawns of strings
Who play this eternal game
And when we redeem ourselves
we forget to gratify that brain"

]]>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 09:38:21 +0530http://nishantshah2381.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/11/01/Lord-Eternal-1.htmlRaceRace
There in his dreams someone uttered,
"Blacks are charred and Whites are insane"
Abruptly he raised his brows.
And his garrison was circumvented.

He knew the color of his origin,
and lurched outside,with some grim.
With only blanket that enshrouded their faces,
They watched their same color slain.

Everything receded with time,
And the ashes of parched land was still alive.
No qualms ,no fear but the doom already had begun,
As the another dusk would subside and kill other Semites.

With ordnances of hope he retrieved to his den,
But seared pieces of trunk he found everywhere.
There in one corner he found the wrist of someone,
upturning the rubbles he found pale body his son.

The Villa of the Tribal King was shun,
As the scion of his realm would never blossom.
The clan resembling of the primordial origin,
remorse for their erstwhile bloodline to end.

Like the conspiracy of hoods with the midnight,
The lull before the night descended.
The Whites again with fire torch in their hands,
tried to reduce the Semitic domain into chasm.

Amidst this hustle, Tribal King roared,
and infringed with his accord of patience.
With the blade that shimmered in red flares,
He mangled many fiends that seized his world.

The King of the Semites assailed with his masses,
and crusaded till their precipice of their breaths.
Even the revered Night witnessed the hegemony,
till the dawn mutilation reigned the harmony.

The twilight whispered beyond the horizons,
And the halo gleamed in the eyes of primeval sons.
The trumpets darned and their toes tuned to the symphony.





sorry to offend anyone

But its the theme based on early 1920 when the british colonies dominated the eastern and nothern african nations
While the tribe reveled their triumph,
the Monarch embraced his destiny along with his son .

]]>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 12:05:26 +0530http://nishantshah2381.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/20/Race-1.htmlBorn AgainBorn Again
Seven days and seven nights,
I didn't had a smile.
Then once I walked in my dreams,
And found different hues of my life.

I remembered the days,
when chroma imbued the light.
and found the little pug,
fiddling by my side.

Sometimes sleuthed the hazel sun,
many hours sitting by the windowsill.
And sometimes walked the streets,
In the serenity of the revered Night.

When I was a wean,
I wore the cloak of my dad.
When bogey man scared my heart,
I reached mummy in her laps.

Playing at the kindergarten,
always I ran behinds the swirling fly.
And when I finished my rhymes,
I flared the candy bar from my pocket.

Then I reached my destiny,
where my bevy flourished.
I cherished my barn,
and with the scythe plowed my fate,

But now I am stranded alone,
and abstracted the warp around my eyes.
deferred from the laws of nature,
Now its more difficult to survive.

The bevy that grazed my land,
chuted to some blandished paradise.
Even my two lone accomplices (of candidness and truthfulness),
parted, leaving me lorn behind.

Now,these parched eyes only desires,
the pristine soul who nurtures my mind.
The womb where I can repose,
And the fetus is born again and evolves to life.

]]>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 17:42:34 +0530http://nishantshah2381.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/13/Born-Again-1.htmlMarijuanaMarijuana
While his corpse doped for a ephemeral bliss,
The pall enshrouded on his face.
Now counting the beads on his bed,
He journeyed the land myriads away.

Twirling his fingers in gamut of smoke,
he discoursed with the silhoutte of hope.
He passed his verdict as if king of this realm,
But still he is pauper in his own destiny.

A sudden shimmer of light on his cones,
A array of roll to whom he is mere pawn.
In his bedlam he lighted another delusion,
and descended the Green Goddess,
to accompany him in his eternal dream.


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Lost/Zealots

I stared at the lonely light,
For hours enshrouding the dark night.
where the starlets promenade to the desolate lands,
and their incessant blades clattered for the new crusade.

In unison they marched towards the distant oceans,
chanting the dark hymns to spell doom on wretched land.
Here I see the stellar summoning their mana with authority,
under the aegis of their FATHERS with whom they have accompanied.

Along with the belligerent skies,
I hear the incisive lightning.
And then,
with the brisk of last hazel on the armor
I sleuth the night descend.
Even now the forces of nature converge,
Beyond the silent acmes to seize the squalid land.

As the knights passed the garrison towers,
there stranded the dame parched in the black robe.
Her partisan eyes were finding the scepter of her son,
who kissed his fate years ago for his realm to sovereign.

]]>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 08:26:56 +0530http://nishantshah2381.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/16/Lost-Zealots-1.htmlPlebeianPlebeian
I saw a man walking down the streets
scalding all the other democratic,
he had question for every living on earth,
and marched towards the house where turkeys lurk.

Everyone jested at his eccentric taste,
Even the prefects abased his righteousness.
but words failed to wither this mortal grain,
as he crossed the hedge with the void in his brain.

There he reached the mighty Colosseum ,
Standing tall was the statue of political saint,
in one piece cloth and with a big soiled cane.
where the hypocrites blinded their own eyes,
and their heads uttered the unfathomable lies.

He tried to enter the antechamber,
repleted with house full of unholy turbans.
then grabbed hold of one of this diabolic saint,
and asked him the questions he had framed.

And then he tried to reach another hermit,
who once mouthed,"wealth is the oblation of republic".
as the eccentric fellow asked questions on blasphemous realm,
there came the reply, "i don't mind to crib on the issues for more cream."

With his futile eyes and some impish smile,
The flake lad walked the steps again,
But towards his base where he reigned.
His When,Where,Why and What are still unrequited,
And his mind behaves like a chiseled plebeian.


I know its very difficult to intepret it but its for the the common man


]]>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 08:24:07 +0530http://nishantshah2381.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/16/Plebeian-1.htmlWarriorWarrior
When I am dead raise a tomb for me
with the prayers carved on it,
red ribbons placed by my grave,
and my weapons that withered for me.

I lay cold on the shores of Black Sea,
and my blood is purging this wet sand.
And then I tilt my face towards the new dawn,
I see the scepter of Veronica heaving in pride.

Soon twilight would break and I will be dead
the crimson rays would shimmer on my face/
(till then,)
I clinch my sword and say farewell to those I love
and fight till my breathes would precipitate.


its small ode to our own Sam bahadur.........

Field MArshall Sam MAneckshaw





]]>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 08:22:21 +0530http://nishantshah2381.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/16/Warrior-1.htmlWalking along the runnel "Rhine"Walking along the runnel "Rhine"
Stranded alone near the tranquil runnel "Rhine",
bedlam of fear besieged his mind.
He saw the scepters of the Wands,
And the pirhana embalmed this night

Walking the shores of that runnel,
Stumbled on the gnarled creeps of fright.
There he found a wilted bodice of the crone,
Eyes pale blue and the crooked hands of despair.

Thinking that it was his illusion of frantic minds,
He defied his scruples and stared the earth again.
Then he shrieked in resonant with the infernal grimes ,
As he stomped on the legs of the crooked dame.

His thick flesh was shuddered and pale,
a scourge of devoured by the raven
his fallible mind ceded to die.
And abruptly she summoned his name,

"
Jacob,run the farthest distant Isles you like,
And Try to survive from my diabolic spells (that you are destined)
For sure tonight you have only few hours to breathe,
Till the dawn breaks you would be consumed by death.
"

Hurriedly he chased down the land,
far from that squalid runnel.
Then he glanced the somber skies,
And fled for his passive den.

(Few hours after)
When the twilight shimmered on the runnel,
and the dawn had the callow smile.
In his den, his flesh was lying in ataraxis,
While Jacob('s soul) fluttered along with the Beldam of Rhine.

]]>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 19:10:47 +0530http://nishantshah2381.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/20/Walking-along-the-runnel-Rhine.htmlGiftGift

You endowed me with a humble bladeAnd I took hours to realize my gift
While I had a sickle to yearn the larggese
Your partisan eyes still had delusions
And were stranded alone waiting for me




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