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Hello all; Here, I post some forms of poetry, poems, and short stories. Imaginations and observations have been the reflections of poems. Welcoming all of you here to read such poems. Enjoy. Happy Reading It's Tanuj Singh.

Thursday 28 December 2017

'SRKism'

Never conceived a King can be a most loving criminal,
To whom we offer to steal our hearts blithely.
Extremely hard is to glean the super eminence being noble,
Hardest is to cultivate the same superstardom steadily.(1)

Piety isn't thine definition though thou are the rendition of emotions.
Guilelessness persuades thou to apex of idealism with glorifications.(2)

Endearing charisma with dainty 'dimple' in the facetious cheeks,
The love loves to love that 'signature step' & lovely peeks.(3)

In our life, your stint is greater than the Almighty.
Thine witticism & presence of humor is mighty. (4)

In front of your aura, everybody seeks 'dwarf' & keeps mum.
We're the 'fan' of your brilliance & proud of your global stardom.(5)











Monday 6 November 2017

Ode To Birthday! (To beloved Subhash).

Oh awaiting Birthday!
Just once in an year,
You buzz for getting feasted.
Savor of Ice creams,
Rejoice of Bergers.
Oh awaiting Birthday!
One step up to life,
I love to love you.
Patch up with new ideas,
Live life with more combat.
Oh awaiting Birthday!
Facial of cakes,
Of various flavors,
On your face.
Joy of bright days.
Oh awaiting Birthday!
Time to rule over Time,
Not just on studies but,
Over our hearts too.
Along with struggles.
Oh awaiting Birthday!
Oh awaiting Birthday!







{Congrats to brother like figure for me. Happiest Birthday to you Darling. Prepared this one for you. LOVE.}







Friday 13 October 2017

HINDI COUNTING in ENGLISH WAY.

Let me tell you HINDI COUNTING in English way,

ACHE din - 1 day
DO din - 2 day
TEEN din - 3 "
CHAR din - 4
PUNCH din - 5
SHY din - 6
SAT din - 7
OATH din - 8
NOV din - 9
DASH din - 10

Thanking you all.
My shortest post till now!

Monday 18 September 2017

Defects Of Technologies.

Relations segregate with the imminence of gadgets,
Appliances keep alluring us as irons attracted by magnets.
Powwows of parent's affections evade by teen.
Intensionally we're living in a dreamy terrene.
Off to reality, we're letting us to move towards darkness of life.
Our kinships with 'social media' are like a husband and wife!
People cuddle with Cellphones & ruin their precious time,
Now computers rule over people, mostly to spread grime & crime.
With the improvement in technologies, immorality grew.
People addicted with gadgets as hell apart from a very few.
Forgetting can effect moral values & can cost a lot,
New crimes born, futures in dark for every tot.
But people considering the genuine meaning of this.
Technologies act as blessings for them & they really bliss.


[Composed this poem for one of my unseen friend, Badrinath Chapke.] He knows this reality too. Thanks]

Tuesday 11 July 2017

"Hastened To Be Saleable"

The moment we annexed with our desired Passions or the Passions knitted for us,
All these bits demand an expansion of flaunting & to be  'hurriedly' famous!
They lyric, they compose and even the poems they use to rhyme,
But for what they're oblivious,  dreamy and unfamiliar is the exact Time.
They'll be an established writer as they finish their poetries or novels,
In such a 'quick' sitch, they ponder creations as Palace instead of hovels.
Might be it due to ignorance, less experienced in a green age?
Or the lack of notions imprisoned and terminated in brain's  Cage!
The weird power of being a saleable one becomes more extreme,
And the 'taste' of creations by writers shifts as the reality turns into dream.
                                                        ~Tanuj

[It's 11th July today 2017!]

Thanks,
  


Wednesday 4 January 2017

'Fading Infancy'

"Begotten to feast & pass through every ages of our life.
            As the beauty of childhood evokes,the school days begin.
That 'Educative' way to spoil kid's infancy by the hidden knife!
       Which is literally like any child with pens or pencils holding."

" Now,we've just a nostalgic cue for childhood to miss,
That when,our smooth chicks fulfilled with mother's kiss.
           Can our days of First Age be get back for our sake?
In this way,we anathematize ourselves on birthday cake!"

"Playing in soils,with soils & the fragrances of soil(Nation) are rarely seen,
Perhaps,not in the manner as we washed with soils before the age of teen."

But,every naughtiness involves Education signifying the living style,
            And we trap ourselves in a self made traffic of life & clear after a long while.

Now this seeks,the children are living without childhood in a way,

And their infantry effulgences have dimmed in a dark ray. ||

[I've noticed so far the childhood of kids are not treated elegantly. The past kids played in soils but not get polluted which really make a sense!!So,a simple sonnet consists of 14 lines I've prepared this on my birthday.]