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  • utkarshpandey 10w

    Injury

    Saddest form of sadness
    Is not a cry that falls down the eyes!
    Saddest form doesn't sobs around people,
    Trying to hit comfort zone again!

    Saddest form of sadness
    Often Isn't sad at all!
    It is indeed a lost person
    against the world,
    Recovering from scars,
    Of the Wounds People don't see.

    Yet saddest form of sadness,
    could not hold him far!
    His will is craving on the hope,

    Saddest form of sadness
    Seems somewhat pointless,
    On how to stop this iron willed,
    From achieving what he aims for!!!

    ©utkarshpandey

  • utkarshpandey 10w

    For the Doctors and Nurses of Covid

    Your eyes are dull and blank,
    And light in them is weak.
    why your face is crushed and red,
    And you have bruises all over your cheek.

    Your tired eyes are not closing why!
    When Your swollen face speaks the pain
    Burns on your face are not stopping you why!
    From putting on the same mask again

    Why did you chose to stand in way,
    When darkness had us stuck.
    Wrecking havoc on the human lives,
    When healthcare gives no luck.

    The hope in your eyes isn't dead why!
    When wrath of god has inflamed,
    The breathe of Any gasping being.
    faith on your face isn't dull why!
    When there are no angels for you - Angel
    And no prayers for your well-being!

    ©utkarshpandey

  • utkarshpandey 17w

    For the Doctors and Nurses of Covid

    Your eyes are dull and blank,
    And light in them is weak.
    why your face is crushed and red,
    And you have bruises all over your cheek.

    Your tired eyes are not closing why!
    When Your swollen face speaks the pain
    Burns on your face are not stopping you why!
    From putting on the same mask again

    Why did you chose to stand in way,
    When darkness had us stuck.
    Wrecking havoc on the human lives,
    When healthcare gives no luck.

    The hope in your eyes isn't dead why!
    When wrath of god has inflamed,
    The breathe of Any gasping being.
    faith on your face isn't dull why!
    When there are no angels for you - Angel
    And no prayers for your well-being!

    ©utkarshpandey

  • utkarshpandey 23w

    Why Angel

    Your eyes are dull and blank,
    And light in them is weak.
    why your face is crushed and red,
    And you have brusies all over your cheek.

    Your tired eyes are not closing why!
    When Your swollen face speaks the pain
    Burns on your face are not stopping you why!
    From putting on the same mask again

    Why did you chose to stand in way,
    When darkness had us stuck.
    Wrecking havoc on the human lives,
    When healthcare gives no luck.

    The hope in your eyes isn't dead why!
    When wrath of god has inflamed,
    The breathe of Any gasping being.
    faith on your face isn't dull why!
    When there are no angels for you - Angel
    And no prayers for your well-being!
    ©utkarshpandey

  • utkarshpandey 37w

    संदूक

    बरसो  पहले,
    दादी मेरी रखती थी एक संदूक,
    कुंडी जिसकी खुलते खुलते पट जाती थी धूल.
    ऐसा लगता था मुझको हमेशा, अंदर रहता है पकवान ,
    जैसे काजू कतली, किशमिश,
    इमरती और बालूशाही ने बनवाया हो मकान!

    बरसो बीत गए हैं अब ,
    संदूक वही है , जिसपर पटी है अभी भी धूल .
    ताला जिसका  जंग  खा रहा है, 
    जब दादी जाते जाते अपनी चाभी गयी है भूल!

    खुलता नहीं अभी भी वह मुझसे ,
    धूल धूसरित कोने मे रक्खा है.
    जिसमे था एक मोहल्ला ख्वाबो  का,
    जो  जब  तक अंदर है ,
    शायद  तब  तक  अच्छा  है!

    ----उत्कर्ष
    ©utkarshpandey

  • utkarshpandey 55w

    One Who Saw The End Of War

    With all these laughing barrels,
    and groans,the wind passes by.
    As the suns too tired ,
    to rush off from the bloody sky,
    And the darkness falls off ,
    laughing at this chaos in the light,
    Fire brightens up the results on the ground,
    The quest for being human is not erased nor drowned ,
    As dead land under starts moaning a cruel sound,
    There is not a bit of life , but fear and enough wound,
    The man laying here are not brought but bound,
    To their rusted guns and those shells of bullets,
    Only life found is on those smoked cigarettes,
    Which once lighten by a living soul,
    and dissolved in his breath,
    Or on the packet where he packed the last three left,
    Like he was willing the sun to shine different sides,
    Or it may be packed for some other life,
    As if he knew there's no escape
    from this hell, this homocide,
    For the sake of boundaries ,
    and couple of human rights,
    Cause the hands of leaders are quite short to climb otherside,
    Which ended very well with the picture in his right,
    Drowned in blood
    pretty hard to recognize

    ©utkarshpandey

  • utkarshpandey 56w

    Weak Skin

    Grinning scars of the wound,
    carved in my flesh ,
    Laughing long since the fall ,
    By the edges of the crest,
    not the burst of the rage,
    nor the tears down the cheek ,
    Little me down the curves
    may not be what they seek ,

    They are laughing they are yelling,
    they are out to build a frame ,
    Of the courage to let them laugh,
    And moan out the pain,

    From an old dent down the bump,
    That's been smiling from a while ,
    And trying to fade off , from the skin,
    laughing a lopsided cry !!

    ©utkarshpandey

  • utkarshpandey 88w

    I wasn't very wise to understand,
    Untill it all passed, torn apart,.
    While i was mending the flawed pieces,
    And was searching the missing parts.
    There was one, which when use to blush,
    I knew I existed!!

    Still I am just as lost as that part,
    Though centuries have passed.

    ©utkarshpandey

  • utkarshpandey 97w

    One of the greatest lesson life has tauht me is,
    there will be absolutely few things for which we will feel like never give up is nothing but just another cliche and we were definitely destined to fail like a loser.
    All that matters is how we handle that loss.
    We either accept it and make a hero out of it or we don't accept and destroy ourselves with sheer agony of our fate.

    -theAgogUtka

  • utkarshpandey 114w

    Once you realize , how awful your attempts to control things really are , every thing changes from wide length on a haywire to a short pitch on the uni codes , and it is only then everything is bloomed out to be green and submarine
    This free will of ours is not at all letting us be free!

    ©utkarshpandey