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December 18, 2017 / Nikhil Jain


इस बारिश की तरह बरसने को मन करता है,
टकराती बूंदों  की तरह थिरकने को मन करता है,  
गरजते बादलों से ज़्यादा, आज इस दिल की धड़कने  हैं… 
अक्सर इन आंसूओं को गवाने, भीगने को  मन  करता है। 

इस हवा की तरह मग्न होने को मन करता है, 
उड़ते पंछियों सा आसमान छूने को मन करता है, 
उठती लहरों से ज्यादा बड़ा, इन आँखों का तूफान है…
अक्सर इस आग को लिए , कभी कहीं दहाड़ने को मन करता है।

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September 11, 2017 / Nikhil Jain

Stories under my Pen…

Numerous emotions

Some carved memories

Amidst the bunch of Thoughts

Deep inside a Story buried


Coming up via ink

Filling the paper blank

Pouring down the heart

Stories under my pen…

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September 3, 2017 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “Days which are not coming back…”

Promises promised not to be broken

Relationships’ root assured to un-shaken,

Holding the chains of mistakes in the hands

Or the situations that I failed to understand;

Those precious moments that I left behind

Or the emotions which remained un-expressed,

Love or Hatred what I found in previous days

are those days which are not coming back.

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May 23, 2017 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “Lost and Found” 

That was the day I always remember

My lost heart found in some chamber,

Love was not in any way, his companion

Burning that innocent as fast as camphor;

The dreamy eyes and the mighty mind

both were doomed and deemed blind,

Still a light of hope sparked by your side

My whole world lightened and shined;

Dreams never come true, it’s been said

What is this feeling the heart ne’er had,

You appeared then as an angel to me

When my devil turned me almost dead;

The lost fate desired to be shaped new

Though where I found myself, I lost you

Tell! Should I return back to my darkness

or take another decision to move on too?

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May 1, 2017 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “Mother Earth” 

Once I used to be green
covered by oceans blue, 
But, now my humans
what happened to you?

Why still unheard is my voice?
While I scream now among noise,

I have cared you from years to years,
Gifted you plants and beautiful trees,
Fed you food, gave clothes to wear
and to sail on, gave you wide seas,

But, my beauty’s burning into trash,
Still unending is your greed for cash,

My children, how changed you are! 
Now what can melt your hearts? 
The mighty land is sinking down
by bricks, plastics, and iron parts,

For you’ve snatched my everything, 
You are misled to be my empire’s king,

Flood of my tears if not wiped
The end will play on its crest, 
And, in this whole act of insanity
You will burn your own nest;

Lest that someday, no humans take birth, 
that day when you lose your ‘Mother Earth’. 

This is an updation of Poem: “Voice of Mother Earth“.

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April 12, 2017 / Nikhil Jain

Poem : “Alone” 

Should I consider it my strength
or Is it a weakness? 
A great confusion! 
and a faith in self, 
Can it be the bright side 
or is it the opposite one? 
There are times, I have the choice 
and few times, I am chosen;
Fear might have taught us
to gave our hearts to solitude, 
Or, might it be our so-called greatness
that took up the reins of all lives by self;

Does happiness come
when you are with someone? 
or is it a feeling? 
maybe a reflection
of so-called satisfaction, 
Alone! A Word or a Question?
maybe ’tis the decision, 
That write the destiny for all
based on different reactions;
Always its definition is judged
While checkpoints are crossed, 
Choose it as a strength rooted in self
or accept it as the symbol of sympathy. 

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March 31, 2017 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “A New Beginning”

Nothing costs more than those school days golden
Those joys we felt, those faces beholden,
But, having lived in that blest garden, School
We, friends entered the competition’s rule;
Helping friends who completed me puzzled,
Every lost piece of me found and settled,
Are today all lost in the success’s crowd
Nobody finds nobody if shouts loud;
For we are sent to discrete directions
Friends, maybe Life will teach us great lessons
I have my faith in God, the Almighty
May this farewell gift us maturity;
Someday we will reach to the stars twinkling,
Its not an end but a new beginning.

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February 14, 2017 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “Conscience”

Depends what is held within
Is it globule of air or droplet of rain?
Ne’er the shades of bright-dark colours
does the flight of a balloon abstain;
Success possess lust to masses
while the warrior prepares for his call,
Inside there his burning desire
decides whether he’d rise or fall;

How can a vessel filled once
dream of carrying holy water?
My friend! The mind is everything
As if it is clay, you’re the potter;
What you were searching outside
found ’tis underneath you,
Ne’ er let your fears grow behind
while the opportunity rests for a few;

Neither ropes can tie his desire
Nor obstacles can divert his way,
Until he fights, Victory will await
but, with a price for him to pay;
Maybe you get tired someday, Soldier!
and leave it all on the hands of the Lord,
Trust me, nothing will ever change
believe yourself and pick up the sword;

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October 14, 2016 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “The Winner Inside…”

Always! There’s a winner inside
in those who believe and inspire, 
Looking up fearlessly at the sky
while walking over the high tides;
Dreaming the impossible with belief
He’s the one who present it live,
brave enough to chase his fortune
always stands by his heart’s side;

Always! There’s a winner inside
Defeat surrenders on his smile,
And, fear retires as he steps ahead
While Sky watches all with the pride;
No difficulty ever stopped his feet
stays unflagging till the goal is reached,
Whoever listens his conscience
Victory fights only for his side.

August 31, 2016 / Nikhil Jain

Short Story: “Reward is for only those who deserves” 

Once there was a time when miracles were no big deal. Some distance away from a holy river somewhere a young and hardworking boy belonged to a poor family. He used to work in other’s fields for earning his meal. He was known for his kind heartedness and for helping every single person in trouble.
One day while working in the farm, he found a piece of glass shining under the hot sun. It was well cut with beautiful finish.
The city was mesmerised by its beauty and the riches offered him the highest price for it. But, greed couldn’t change him and he refused to sell it.
When he came back home and showed the shining glass to her mother, she touched that piece of glass and suddenly its another replica was created at the same moment. They both were amazed to see this replica which was same in all properties to that of original one except that only the original piece can create its other replicas.
He started gifting the replicas to the needy people to free his village from poverty. Whenever poor people showed him, he let them touch the mighty glass and give them its replicas. They sell it for money and fulfill their all needs. 
After working in farm for many years,  one day the young man felt that the piece of glass weighed heavy. He took it out of his pocket and saw with surprise. That piece of glass was not glass anymore.  It turned out into gold.
With great excitement, he came down village to see the happy faces of the villagers whom he helped. But he was disappointed when he found out that there was no one in this village whose glass-piece turned out into gold and most of them lost it. He sat down beside a river and started thinking and talking to that piece of gold, knowing that it would not answer.
But all of a sudden,  a voice touched his ears answering his questions. He turned behind and looked at everywhere but he was the only person sitting there with that piece of gold alone.  He noticed that it was that gold’s voice which was trying to teach him a very important lesson.
The gold revealed him that none of the villagers were happy with the gifted replicas. They were wholly dependent on it for the fulfillment of their needs and forgot their spirit of hard-work. But, appreciated the boy as he was very loyal to his work that even the greed couldn’t delude him. That was the reason for the piece of glass rewarded him with gold and the villagers were left cursed.

Moral“There’s no shortcut to Hard-Work.”


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