Abhishek Kumar Singh
Abhishek Kumar Singh a.k.a. Poe'94 is best known for his mystical poetry & graphical illustrations also is looking ahead to develop his interests in Hip-hop/ Rap genre.
An aesthete who comes from middle-class family, born in a small city Satna, Madhya Pradesh. His father at the time manages the production department of Jaypee Cement, Sonbhadra, Uttar Pradesh & his mother is a ... more »
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- THE END OF HOLIDAYS
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Abhishek Kumar Singh Poems
The time swiveled the clocks, the clocks swiveled the time; for sake of another rhyme.
A MYSTERY POEM
I often wonder about, the first second & the last. Where are the answers? Of these unasked questions that I ask?
A BEGGAR CHILD
He yawns a scream, alone, in a lawn of no dreams God, why? for these tempting dawns your sun did beam?
dheere dheere jo ye hawa aai hai, is zameen mein ek sard lekar wo phool jo mene thaa chuna in haanthon mein, wo khoon sa beh raha hai mujhe dard dekar
AN UNHEARD CAROL
They meet at the temple & gather to go, in the little light of dawn when the domes didn't glow Marching slowly on those vacant roads & streets,
WHISPERS ON MY SKIN
I sit in this corner, with no thoughts. Quiet, bored & numb.
THE END OF HOLIDAYS (rewrite)
This holiday was long, longer than expected and now; it's about to end. I'd leave my house and it would leave me home sick, for a while.
MY FIRST POEM
Tonight, I'm writing down my first poem, my first verse, a strange scribbling begins with similies & metaphors Unaware the pen is flowing with tense,
I dream & I dream rare, but for hours i be there in It's all dark, in its own color,
THE END OF HOLIDAYS
IN THIS DUST
I'm silent & i'm quiet, my tongues are tied. I'm unuttered & i'm mute, a tight lipped flute.
I'M STILL THERE
Should I begin or not? Where should I begin? I began moments ago, I'm still there, at the first lines.
REVENGE & JUSTICE
Would you raise a flag against? Would you stand in this pollution? When cruel laws doesn't bail, And an honest crime you commited has led to the revolution?
Awake & away, my long limbs walk; with the rising dust, in the darkest shadow of light. And O! the silence! Lip-less I talk thee,
Quotationsmore quotations »
'''I started to write i became a reader, i started to read i became a learner, i started to learn & i became a writer. '''live, experience, die.
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The time swiveled the clocks,
the clocks swiveled the time;
for sake of another rhyme.
The mysteries whistled the blinds,
echoing deep into their chambers & tunnels;
from their minds to their hearts &
from their hearts to their minds.
Amidst of their shadows & the light;
leaving them riddled into the moment,
the moment passing by.