My English Poem On A Blind Person's Emotions - "Dark Nights"

"Let me introduce you my world of nights,

Long, lasting and forever without glowing lights,
Say's my thought with no room to delight,
Each and everyday, my will power fights.

I dont even know how to blink,
Nor can I fathom blue or pink,
A glass of darkness all I can drink,
I feel my life has got a slight shrink.

The sketchy-art I usually draw,
Within my heart letting smile to grow,
Although my emotion swings to and fro,
My life is nothing but the colour of crow.

Who doesn't need silver, blue eyes,
Say's my heart when it cries,
All my stories beneath it lies,
Sometimes my hopes drastically dies.

I comprehend while groping all things,
Feel happy to catch things that jinks,
From here I fetch motivational instincts,
As if my dream started skating in a rink.

I want to witness nature's beauty,
With my own eyes- I heard it's pretty,
Why he dropped in my life a shade of dusk,
In society I feel myself as rejected husk.

My stic works like my eyes would have,
Its hard to live in this dark cave,
Still I respect what my lord gave,
My true joy comes and goes like an oceanic wave."
- Monu Awalla

My English Poem On Reading A Novel- "coffee & Novel @ Night"

While reading a classic novel,
And sipping a cup of hot coffee,
Into the world, there I go,
With pleasure having no boundary,
Me and my elation enjoys quietly and lonely.

In the late night when all got asleep,
To get the meaning into novel I peep,
Trying to know the message so deep,
Sometimes it compels my eyes to weep,
And then I go to a sweet, sound sleep.

With coffee's aroma and flavour,
Gets blend my dreams to endeavour,
The combination I could seldom find ever,
Asks to my euphoria, to ooze, as a favour,
And my adrenaline rushes, as rushed never.

I get drown into each novel I read,
Knowledge in it irrigates my sown dream-seed,
I swim in the pool of words like a fish,
Becoming a good thinker- I always wish,
To serve my desires on a dream-dish.

I feel like a bird with all the liberty,
Flying high as if sky is my property,
Out of the world's face of duality,
Out of the world's face of cruelty,
My flight lands into the world of purity.
- Monu Awalla

My English Poem on controversial social issue- "Nude-Art"

An unsmiling issue of our society,
Is nude-art an art or an atrocity,
Here I tried to display its purity,
To make all aware it's aesthetic faculty.

We ingress in this milieu,
With nothing at hand,
To cover-up the clay,
What god has lend.

A nude colleen when someone draws,
Nature's beauty at-full-tilt flows,
Then why an ire of society grows?
Contemplating at it, I find my senses in a chaos.

Neither the fault of an artist,
Nor any society is at fault,
A true artist finds beauty in nudism.
And societies find it as a vulgarous bolt.

Rapists and lechers stabbed this art,
By playing porn, it has been torn apart;
In turn an artist receives a slam,
Though felons enjoys all the fame.

Mentioned in the holy-books if you have seen,
Sketching a nude-art is not a sin,
Unless you see it as a lusty scene,
It is a beauty with a bright sheen.
- Monu Awalla

My English Inspirational Poem-"Enlightement From Within"

Develop great qualities in your attitude,
Refine your nature while showering gratitude,
Rectify your mistakes done in the past,
Keep the place in your heart so vast,
And You will find the peace surely at last.

Be positive in whatever you do,
Self-confidence will make you through,
Spread ample love with happiness all around,
Try to keep your feet on the ground,
On your nature let people astound.

Work hard to achieve your goal,
Being a failure doesn't mean- it's all,
Never feel exhausted and continue your tries,
Keep-up the spirit before the dream-river dries
And god will give you a wonderful, priceless prize.

Explore your abilities with some vision,
set-up a stage for all your imagination,
Pray the almighty daily for sure,
You will get rid-off whatever you endured,
To make your success bloom more and more.

Being spiritual from our inside,
With more conscience we get power to decide,
Pamper your soul by helping one and the other,
Let the 'rays of hope' penetrate a distance further,
While rejuvenating your soul layer by layer.
-Monu Awalla

My Inspiring Hindi Poem- "Lakshya"

Lakshya nahi bhoolunga mein apna,
Chaahe kitni bhi rukawat aaye,
Har rukawat ko paar karunga,
Dridh rahega mera yeh vishwas,
Safalta kabhi mile na mile,
Lakshya nahin bhoolunga mein apna.

Sikhunga har galti se mein apni,
Aagey badhunga har ghadi mey,
Lamha lamha kahega mujhse-
' Manzil tujhse door nahin,'
Khudd se tay karunga iss manzil ki raah,
Sahara koi mile na mile,
Lakshya nahin bhoolunga mein apna.

Khwaab to haqeeqat ki pahali seedhi hai,
Aur mehnat hai aagey ki daastan,
Haar-jeet toh chalti rahegi,
Haar se na ghabraaunga,
Har waqt dheeraj rakhunga,
Jeet koi mile na mile,
Lakshya nahin bhoolunga mein apna.

Mehnat karunga mein har ek din,
Kaamyaabi kadam chumegi ek na ek din,
Thakk zarooor sakta hun,
Lekin dagmagaaunga nahin,
Har paristhiti mein atal rahunga,
Saathi koi mile na mile,
Lakshya nahin bhoolunga mein apna.
-Monu Awalla

My Hindi Poem- "Kab Hogi yeh khwahish Poori"

Kab hogi yeh khwahish poori,
Bajegi kab shehnai shaadi ki meri?

Uska subah jaldi uthke chaai banana,
Phir pyar se mujhe neend se jagana,
Chai ki chuskiyaan lete huey,
Uske gulaabi honthon ka muskura jaana,
Subah ki taaza hawaaon ke beech,
uska yun khil-khilana..........

Mere office jaane par uska maayus ho jana,
Badi hi utsukta se mera intezaar karna,
Ghar laut aane par baahon me meri lipat jaana,
Aur meri sharaaraton ko dekh,
Uska chupke se sharmana.......

Kab hogi yeh khwahish poori,
Bajegi kab shehnai shaadi ki meri?

Chuttiyon ke din,
Hamara saath me ghumne nikalna,
Corner-seat pe beth kar,
Maze se movie dekhna,
Park me ghumte samay,
Ek-doosre ko chidhana,
Baatein karte huey,
Hamari ice-cream ka pighal jana,
Restaurant mein jaakar,
Candle-light dinner karna.
Wedding aniversary par mera usko surprise-gift dena.

Kab hogi yeh khwahish poori,
Bajegi kab shehnai shaadi ki meri?

Meri takleefon ko dekh,
Uski aankhon me paani bhar aana,
Haathon me haath le,
Hamara mandiron ke darshan karne jaana,
Hamari khushiyon ke liye,
Uska ishwar se duaa maangna.

Aakhir kab hogi yeh khwahish poori,
Bajegi kab shehnai shaadi ki meri?:)
- Monu Awalla

My Hindi Poem- "Hum Anjaan Raahi"

Jeevan ki raah mein bhatak rahe hain hum,
Manzil kab aayegi yeh jaanta hai kaun?

Chalte raho bas yahi hai iss safar ka paigaam,
Raahon mein kitne kaante hain yeh jaanta hai kaun?

Chodte chale ja rahen hain apne pairon ke nishaan,
Jeetenge kab hum yeh jaanta hai kaun?

Naare lagaate chale ja rahen hain hum apne haq ke liye,
Insaaf kitno ko milega yeh jaanta hai kaun?

Himmat se aagey badh bas yahi hai hamara uddeshya,
Kal kya hoga aakhir yeh jaanta hai kaun?
-Monu Awalla

A Thought Directly From My Heart- "A Decent Proposal"

Look into my eyes...
My eyes want to see u without a blink.
Look into my heart...
My heart beats only for you.
Look into my brain...
My brain always thinks about you.
Look into my breath...
My breath contains your name in it.
Look into my words...
My words always compliment you.
Look into my attitude...
My attitude fights for your self-respect.
Look into my smile...
My smile emits happiness in your presence.
Look into my face...
My face has unlimited expressions just for you.
Look into my soul...
My soul is as pure as your nature.
Look into my dream...
My dream wants your wishes to come alive.
Look into my tears...
My tears drop while you suffer pain.
Look into my life...
My life is incomplete without you!
-Monu Awalla

My English Love Poem- "Lovely Love"

Love brings happiness,
Love brings joy,
Spread love all over and enjoy.

Love knows no barrier and religion,
It is the symbol of peace loving pigeon,
Truly understand the language of love,
Love is everywhere with no specific region.

Love is true when feeling is fair,
It multiplies if we try to share,
Smell the fragrance hidden in love,
After all they say- 'love is in the air.'

Love is a medicine which has power to heal,
It is a wealth that nobody can steal,
Create a place in your heart for love,
Just try it once it's not a big deal.

Never compare love with luring money,
It is priceless and as sweet as honey,
Kick your ego and fix your love,
And take your life to happy journey.

Love is divine like a soul,
There is no treaty nor any goal,
Lifelong stability comes due to love,
Love prevents us from a deep fall.

Love generates a ray of hope,
It gives us natural power to cope,
Troublesome situations melts under love,
As drowning man catches the savior's rope.
-Monu Awalla

Patriotic Poem of India- "Flowers of India"

We are the flowers of India,
Blooming all the way,
Across Geographies,
Like Flying Geese.

We spread our fragrance,
Of peace and harmony,
While helping people,
Out of pain and agony.

Our talent is,
No more a hidden story,
Witnessed the world,
With Well-structured glory.

Our heritage and culture,
Is precious and old,
Shining across the globe,
Like a bright sheen of gold.

Yes! We are the flowers of India,
Blooming all the way,
Across Geographies,
Like Flying Geese.

- Monu Awalla

My English Poem- "Stage Fear"

How to bear stage fear my dear,
It's like a punishment very severe.

Spectator's eyes all set on you,
You are the one that they going to chew.

Instead of lifting your face,
You put it down.......
It's nothing but a simple nervous breakdown.

Being first time on stage is very tragic,
You need a miracle with some added magic,
Just be yourself don't be strategic,
You will survive unless you panic.

Don't be shy,
They won't fry,
How would you overcome stage fear?
Until you try.

So be brave and face the thunder,
Whatever the result- A good or a blunder!
-Monu Awalla

My romantic Hindi poem- "Tumhari yaadon mein"

Kab tum bas gaye mere ehsaason mein,
Hokar juda karke mujhe tanha yun,
Muskura rahe ho tum ...
Kisi anjaan zindagi mein.

Nadiyon mein kabhi behta tha jo pani,
Ab meri aankhon me chalka karta hai,
Isi bahaane yaad kar liya karte hain tumhe,
Bichdi yaadon ke pal jo yaad aate hain humey.

Hum to ek jhalak dekh liya karte hain tumhari,
Guldastey me lagey kisi ek phool mein,
Chanchal hawaa me behkar khushboo tumhari,
Mehka deti hai mere iss baijaan dil ko,
Jis dil me na thi kabhi koi jaan,
Ab dhadakta hai to sirf tumhari hi shaan mey.

Zindagi hai meri ek pat-jhad ka mausam,
Thi kabhi jisme bahaar hi bahaar,
Woh mausam firse kyun nahin barasta,
Gumsum ho kho gaya hai kahaan?
Saare jahaan ko dhoond liya hai maine,
Nahin dhoonda to sirf ek tumhara hi jahaan!

Sapna mera ek sapna hi reh gaya,
Laut jaati hain yeh lehren kinaaron se jaise,
Tumhari yaadon se kinaara kar...
Mein bhi laut gaya.

-Monu Awalla

My Humourous English Poem- "During Exams"

During exams we set so many alarm clocks,
But when it rings...
Our ears literally blocks!

Somehow we manage to get-up early in the morning,
And read our books...
With so many intervals of yawning!

Parents always force us due to scarcity of time,
But we feel...
As if it is a compulsory crime!

During 3 hours of our exam,
Our memory gets jam,
And we try to cheat by asking-
'May I go to toilet ma'm!'

What a relief when first exam gets over,
But again our mind gets weird,
Since other exams left moreover!

One by one exams approaches to its end,
Soon we realize that what has happened!
-Monu Awalla

My Humourous English Poem- "Life In A City"

Living in a city is not so easy,
Time travels faster and life is busy.

No time to spare with kith and kin,
We usually put our feelings in a dustbin.

There are ample malls and outlets,
Which strikes heavily on purse and wallets.

Shopping is easy with the help of credit cards,
When bill arrives...
We find ourselves in hospital wards.

Before buying home with sky-rocketing price,
We have to think at least twice or thrice.

We work hard to give our full commitment,
Otherwise you can live temporary not permanent.

Bank balance shows the living standard of people,
But keeping life easy going is not so simple.

You will accompany traffic jam with lot of rush,
And when it comes to pollution and crime scale,
It is better to keep hush-hush.
-Monu Awalla

My Humourous English Poem- "My College Days"

We bunk our classes,
To get movie passes.

We want our date for a lunch,
Which results in our financial crunch.

We wish to get rid of file completion,
During the time of culprit submission.

We wonder to get a nice placement,
But step down watching their criteria management.

We go for a strike at least once in a semester,
And hate to follow the rule of brothers and sisters.

We avoid wishing good morning at all,
Still don't feel any shame and walking very tall.

We do mistakes,
But no faculty have the power to trace,
How could they,
When they don't recognize us by our face.

Watching us in VIVA,
Our HOD gets amazed,
Tell us politely-
' This is the first time you have faced.'

In this way we enjoyed life in our college days,
Just make sure buddies,
It's not less than any period of golden days.
-Monu Awalla
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