Poetry “You must serve as a captain of sorts

Today we’re living in a very troubled world.

One’s death open the entrance of others birth,

But could these uncountable series of death and birth make any of worth;

Negativity pervades it,

And many in our society are floating like ships without rudders,

Weary souls searching for a lighthouse that will keep them from crashing against the rocky shores.

Peoples are entangled within their own waves, lost even at sea-coast…

So here you must serve as a captain of sorts,

And will be a beacon of light, one in millions

A flying kite in a space at the so high,

You’ll have to be a bona-fide!



A short piece of my life- love, live, poetry

Many of people say to me why I don’t believe in love,

And if I don’t believe in love so why I write poetries on that,

And how can I write so deep poetry on love, broken up and complete heart things without being in love?

Once someone read my poetry here on my blog and texted me what’s your story I am so curious to know, have you been in love so serious and hard breakup?

I said no not at all, I don’t believe in these things soft neither hard nothing.

I just write, what comes in my mind and what I’ve seen and observe through outside of the world.

He said ok!

After that I again write a poetry on what he had said to me, yes! I’ve been in love and break up but it’s not a truly damn gossip stuff. I saved those more than deep words for my poetries.

I’m a writer and more than that a poet and only poets can understand the sensitivity and softness of our heart and pain.

We don’t say any things out, we save them for words put on paper and use our tears as blood-ink to write,

Until we don’t have that ink or those realistic and hard words we can’t be true poet.

Once a screen-play writer and director said to me life of poets been very difficult since ever, his father was poet and he has seen so much pain, poverty, grief and difficulties in life.

And he was also a poet but now he’s a frustrating, and disappointed writer and artist,

I asked why?

Because he left his true and natural love of poetry for earning money and became a screen-play writer he sold his soul, heart, his love and pain that’s why he is disappointed from his life and his self.

I said but no I’m a poet and very optimistic, positive and a believer of god. I only try to see positive in every things and aspects.

May be I will have to face difficulties in my future due to my love, passion and something so I’ll.

You know why?

Because what I think is that I think very differently

“better to being happy, satisfy, hopeful, poet with less of money than being a rich, arrogant, frustrated, and lost person or writer, or anything with lot of shit money.

Means really how can anyone make their ambition or dream or whatever to earn more and more money the most insane person.

Money can never give you a shit piece of happiness neither love, satisfaction. That can’t give you the most important damn things to live by or you’re giving just the yours whole most precious and valuable life to that bull shit.

For me being a poet is the bliss that none can think or invent like a technology or machine by his conscious mind that’s only ten percent of your all mind instead it’s divinity that flows out of your ninety percent of sub-conscious mind.

Being a poet and writer is a outcome of so much feeling of pain, insanity, feeling of lost, weird and so much to explain in words that I’ve been living in last almost twenty years.

Yes from childhood I was so different than my sibling, then all. I was so shy, silent introvert who only wants to live at home, who doesn’t want to talk neither with her family members. Who doesn’t want to go school or hang up with so many as others did.

I was always thinking before going school in morning after waking-up, I think the all damn shit concept of school, study and this hell world.

I didn’t understand anything what I’m studying and why or I never asked my foolish questions to anyone because those are important for me but foolish for others. Because of my silent attitude often people understand me as a studious girl or very intelligent, sensible mature blah-blah.

Even when I was so dumb, so slow so insane, and being studious was a damn responsibility on a shoulder of little innocent girl. I thought that being studious is kind of fantasy or adventure so I pretend to be but get failed.

Yeah! I’ve been fail many of times and cried out so much because I didn’t know that who I’m what I want, I was always trying to be a topper in my class as other girls because of their fucking attitude and ego. I expect so high from myself so as my parents did from me, and after failing I get disappointed or cried.

I’d lot of baggage of disappointment, sadness, lost ness, pettiness, disgust, tears.

And so much more, love, breakup’s even when I didn’t know the holy shit meaning of love.

But yeah that was the phase, not now today I’m a strong, positive, mysterious, curious, funny, loving girl who wants to know about all universe.

Who wants to do everything.

Who believe in everything.

I’m a damn believer. I’m weird too but difference is now I’m happy with all who I’m and proud to accept myself.

These all due to the faith on god and his grace. I loved him so much and he loved me back, he taught me so much, he took care of all mine. I’ve fought with him many times, asked so many bull shits.

But he never get angry with me, never punished me instead always given me more strength and sense to figure out all the things.

The most damn terrible ting is we don’t dare to accept our true self so how we can accept others h?

We don’t understand ourself our desire, our hearts voice, so how we can understand others?

We don’t have any relationship with our soul, mind, heart so how we can even think for once to a complete relationship with other?

If you can’t live with you so how can any other one can live with you?

Why the hell we see dreams of happy marriages, long lived love or more and more shit for being happy?

If you really want happiness so be you, accept you and just love you.

Poetry “I write so as my life

I don’t write poetry,

what it is?

I write my fascinating feelings, draw my restless mind on paper with the ink of pen,

I write,

My unfolded truth that always meant to be hide,

I write,

So as my life,

I write, by all my choice,

I write,

My deep desire and incomplete dreams, that I’ve been seen from centuries…

I write my vulnerability and my insanity.

I Write the heights of notoriety to the depths of depravity.

I write neither supposedly nor intentionally,

I write as pre-destined,

I write due to the grace of godly…

I write, what people can’t deal with usually.

I write you, me, this world, and all universe everything eventually.

I write to fly,

To amuse, and to being alright,

And I only write.

—Nidhi Suryavanshi

Twitter @NidhiSuryavansi

Poetry- ‘Wake-up’

I know you’re tired but come, this is the only way,

You’ll have to wake-up, from deep sleep

Otherwise the dream’s demon’ll let u slay.

To see the truth, embrace the eternity,

To reach supreriorty from insanity,

You’ll have to hit yourself so hard,

And find-out the key,

Open the safe,

Only then you could take all the treasure,

So just be aware…

Nidhi Suryavanshi


Poetry is full of music

Prose is simple but poetry is complex, subtle and Sublime.

Prose is dull and boring, but poetry is interesting and full of charms.

When we say something as in prose it seems strict, and hard.

But when we say words in poetic form doesn’t matter how tough it is to hear, or stand by,

How deep & darkest is ‘truth

Even seems soft and good,

Words are putting to down,

As a melodious chaos dancing,

Birthing – stars ‘full of bright shining…

Brevity is the soul of Poetry.

Prose is dull but poetry is full of music.

It uses rhyme and rhythm.

Archaic and absolete words are not deemed good in prose but this is not so in poetry.

That is why I love poetry, poetry is free, it has no restrictions and boundary…

So as no poet can ever bind,

within grammar, rules and sanity.

Work of poetry and poet is to make you, experience of ultimate freedom and infinity…

Poetry is “best words in their best order.”

—- S.T. Coleridge

Poetry is “spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.”

—William Wordsworth

Poetry is “a criticism of life under the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.”

—Matthew Arnold

— Nidhi Suryavanshi


Dear John “look around you,

“…when you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.”

Savannah Lynn Curtis, Chapter 4, p. 71 Dear John.

“You’re not alone so don’t be a victim those are so many, instead stand up, be bold and try hard to lift up others,

be a fighter, a motivator, and a game-changer.
And do it now, this is the time to look around,

uncountable falling ones,

Bring them back,

Feet to neck

Raging heart to solace,

Take a stick or made it, if so weak

Then ask few help but rather roar,
on all your own…


Then you start dying slowly

You start dying slowly

if you do not travel,

if you do not read,

If you do not listen to the sounds of life,

If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly

When you kill your self-esteem;

When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly

If you become a slave of your habits,

Walking everyday on the same paths…

If you do not change your routine,

If you do not wear different colours

Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly

If you avoid to feel passion

And their turbulent emotions;

Those which make your eyes glisten

And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly

If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,

If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,

If you do not go after a dream,

If you do not allow yourself,

At least once in your lifetime,

To run away from sensible advice.

Martha Medeiros

Dying at single time is fine but dying to being alive is very cruel death as that no one would ever like to die. After living a well and all life if at the moment your breath gets stop so that is not dying.

Death is the doorway of next and new birth.

As Da Vinci had said, “As a day well spent brings blessed sleep, so a life well lived brings a blessed death.”

But if there is no aim, no passion and no dream in your life, you wouldn’t be able to live. Life will be a cage for you and as much as time will pass cage and bondage will be strong that you never would break.

Each and every breathing would be a death.

So always give yourself a new dream, always try to do something new, something big and challenging.

The women’

The women is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. She demands all the very life to understand.

She is more deepen than sea, more high than sky.

She makes everyone free, to whom, no bond can ever bind.

She is not meant to be caged, with the beautiful feathers she is a ‘flying bird.

— Nidhi Suryavanshi

Twitter @Nidhisuryavansi

Love is only one

Love is not related to body at all, it straight goes into soul, It’s unexplainable, and infinite as dark covers whole.

There is no controlling on love, it is that eternal flame can’t ignite nor be quenched at will.”

Love is only one, it can never be twice and thrice, Love is formless, invisible, and transcendent. Love has different shades and layers that opened by itself.

Nidhi Suryavanshi


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