Ritesh Nair

Ritesh Nair Poems

1.

Winter is here, I can tell
The lost stories forgotten echo
They speak of us,
the stream flowing down the road reminds me, of you.
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You said something, I didn't hear
You complain that the love seems gone
I shall not react, ask why or feel
I am gone somewhere, far into a land unknown
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If the broken could not mend
shall I bid time
even when i know now that time lies
shall i ask for an alibi
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When i look back at the path trodden bare feet,
i try to recollect what reminds me
will it be the smile, or the flower bloom
shall it be the redwood tree
...

5.

When you sleep, what would you dream of
Shall you dream of the beautiful fire place
Before which we lay together
And forgot the world lost, in each others eyes
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Lets walk in the rain
And let me hear u sing
And look into ur eyes
Feel the water against your skin
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I have waited to find, how would that earlobe feel
How would your breath feel on my skin
when you would call my name into my ears
Held close, when the flesh shall be undistinguishable
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The sun calls me, as it sets distant,
I seek no assurance of its return, its wish is its own
I seek no arrangements, I am now awake, , free of desires
I shall never be what I don’t wish to be
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I often bask in the thought
Is it that there is no self left in me
have I given it up to a mortal being who wants her way
Shall I now believe and know that my end has arrived.r
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Ritesh Nair Biography

Mumbai, She is my First mother, She often hides me in her veil when I am running to hide from something. I have been here for 30 years and she has without a complaint done that every single day. I am Just some guy who is loud at times, sometimes dead silent. Gets the job done no matter even if it kills me. I sometimes write what comes into my mind.)

The Best Poem Of Ritesh Nair

Cold

Winter is here, I can tell
The lost stories forgotten echo
They speak of us,
the stream flowing down the road reminds me, of you.
Of all that I wish to forget, maybe this heart shall not know
For it forgets ignorance is bliss
On some hung tune of the winter wind
come to my window, look through,
watch me lay awake in my bed
wide awake, in thoughts of you,
Sleepless, like a forgotten fire, in embers, about to die
and death only makes me wait longer
maybe you shall never come visit
if you do, do draw those funny faces on the frosty panes
bless the ground with your shadow,
gently tread on my porch and whisper through the keyhole
let me writhe in your pain, make me think its a dream
so that i can fool myself of sleep
Swirl the air, let your locks enchant it
and then when you have cast your spell yet again
vanish as the melting snow, on some warm winter morning
only to grip me in its cold again.

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