#poetry – Page 11

The Samosa Chief (short poem)

My new poem is a funny depiction of the current scenario of the capital of India, Delhi. A city full of life and it’s failed Chief.

किताब हूँ, सखा हूँ (I am a book, I am a friend) Hindi poem

My poem is about a book reminding its owner that it is an old friend to him. It has witnessed all his life and wants some other reader to know his story. But the owner must not forget it or abandon it as it is a friend. It awaits the return of the owner.

The rare (micro-poetry)

Let it be rare, I do not care! Love is what I wear, the most precious affair! – Sneha

Sister

My dear sweet sister, You are the epitome of a warrior. Your charm and spirit indomitable, Makes me revere you as an angel. ——————————- I wrote this in the memory of a departed soul. In the above lines a brother calls out to her late sister. I came across a FB page Justice For Akanksha runContinue reading “Sister”

Love Story (short poem)

My love story is short and simple, In love with a man with dimple! His arms are as strong as a wall, He is smart, handsome and tall. I meet him always in my dreams, He greets me with a smile that gleams. He holds my hands, takes me for a walk, I blush andContinue reading “Love Story (short poem)”

Me (micro poetry)

Genie in a bottle, Sneha in a jar. Boredom throttle, Fun no far.

My Jolly Sailor Bold (Audio 5.35 mins)

My attempt to recite My Jolly Sailor Bold poetry from Pirates of the Caribbean! Do listen to it once. Thank you Sneha My Jolly Sailor Bold_recital.wav

Because I don’t feed your ego (short poem)

Because I don’t feed your ego, You behave like a dead man, no more divine. You are ruthless, heartless, easily predictable, naked mind. Because I don’t feed your ego; You lose your charm, your nature; No smile, for there’s nothing to care. Because I don’t feed your ego; You’re unfed, you’re hungry, roaming around; youContinue reading “Because I don’t feed your ego (short poem)”

Moving on (short poem)

Got washed out At the shore, My memories On the sand. They won’t walk With me any more, Stories, Histories Hand in hand. Won’t miss ’em I am sure, My worries Not my friend. Image Source : Google

A Blush of Lazy Lads (Audio 1:59 mins)

Recital of my poem that I have already posted here