A student of Sanskrit and Philosophy.
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Rishit Desai Poems
Life in the city is an awful hustle, We make no time to look around; Must complete a task to start anew that second, Even the comforting bed is now a battleground.
The Fluvial Mind
If the path before you is clear, It may be your eyes but definitely another's mind; If you know what you are looking for, Then that is all you will ever find.
You and Us
You gave us legs, we trampled the earth, You gave us hands, now we kill since birth; You gave us eyes, but not the sight, You gave us speech, now we speak to fight;
Why Did I Fall In Love This Time Of The ...
It is January now and I hate the dryness, Her dove-like eyes entice me with their shyness; I hope and pray this month to be dear, O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?
Stars Of Fortune
The day I was born was not just another night, The stars were all aligned, neither bull nor scorpion put up a fight; What better beginning than to let the moon govern your tide, It is not good enough to just have one’s mother by his side.
Beyond the Law of the Jungle
Scorpions bite Without a hiss; Some bugs bite Along with a kiss.
Destiny's Children - A quatrain
Thetis held Achilles by his heel and dipped him in the Styx, Gandhari's vision made Duryodhana impervious, but for his Fix; A Mother may try all to shape His destiny and fate,
Teardrops from Heaven
In adversity and for pity I can see her drops appear; But why use them for deceit
Ignorance: Virtue or Vice?
The one thing that makes me proud Is my Ignorance, That I don't need to fake; The more I read, the more I learn makes me certain, That no one can take.
The Supreme One
Aditya marched Several hundred of them two Followed their king or was it the beat Of the golden drums that played
With the sun shinning I could see no stars, no bodies, not even my beloved moon, Have they been eaten by this vulture, beast, is this the day of doom? No! not at all, they're all right there, albeit this distraction between them and me,
Fire melts iron with iron, So also discerns the taint from gold; May it merge with me my love, Isolate the evil which keeps me cold.
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Life in the city is an awful hustle,
We make no time to look around;
Must complete a task to start anew that second,
Even the comforting bed is now a battleground.
This morning was like all the rest,
Who but cares for the cuckoo's nest;
Heart was just another muscle today,
Didn't vex nor pain for the grieving breast.
Eager to catch the first train out,
A push and a nudge bereft of a bout;
Time is a treasure never found in abundance,
To steal a moment is ever the key essence.
In some such days I did find success,
Found a few seconds ...