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“The Poets O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfil? Yes; for the gift and ministry of Song Have something in them so divinely sweet, It can assuage the bitterness of wrong; Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.”

“A Poet wrote this poem for me in 2017. Whenever I read this, I feel happy that I could touch someone deeply! "It has not been long since he came to my life He came like a soft wind He made me feel like a king He showed me who i am He made me believe i can No not just a simple man A man who is so deep Emotions feelings are in a heap His mighty head high to keep Though strong and hard His heart is made of gold Love kindness are decorated in folds He holds the capacity of changing others Making all the sisters and brothers Feel that they are worthy His words are so simple yet strong Commanding yet soft High pitched yet so serene He smiles and makes the world smile He feels the unfelt He touches the untouched He sees the unseen He takes care of all without showing He shows without pretending His eyes sparkel with light He is fearless no fright He lightens up the room when he enters And when he speaks is like a melodious symphony That touch you deep down He will inspire you He will teach you He will lend u a hand And make u stand He will be the eye for you to see Thorough ur own heart He never hopes bad for others Neither does he bothers About the negetivies He is the positive man The mighty happy soul And if i talk about his soul It the most beautiful soul How can anyone feel so much? And he has the capability of being himself No matter what He takes good care of others And makes sure he is fit too He wants smile in evryones faces And he will make you smile You meet him once And here you go! You have a changed life Do you kno who the magic man is ? He is the passionate writer”

“The Himalayan Sonneteer Anybody can be extraordinary, If they are born into privilege. But only the ones with no background, Can exude the impossible radiance. Some lights are far too bright, For an amateur species to see. Just like we can't hear above 20 kHz, Humanity fails to fathom impossibility. That's why they idolize artificial lights, Because the sun is beyond comprehension. If they ever stare straight at the sun, They'll go blind for sure, there is no question. So they celebrate little hills with skin-deep charisma, While it takes the world centuries to fathom the Himalayas.”

“Sonnet of Poetry Poet is no servant of the dictionary, Dictionary is servant to the poet. Poet is no servant of language, Language is servant to the poet. It's poetry that makes the language, Language makes no poetry, my friend. Poet exists not to serve a linguist's whim, But to breathe life into human language. I've said repeatedly, language has limitations, Only with poetry we can surpass some of 'em. Sticklers for grammar make lousy poets, If feeling doesn't surpass grammar, poetry it ain't. Poetry is the most potent of all literary forms. If prose is candle light, poetry is dawn.”

“Poetry and Philosophy (The Sonnet) Good poetry is but philosophy, Good philosophy is but poetry. It is only the majority amateurs, Who insist on a divided duality. Poetry is not about the rhyming, Philosophy is not about profundity. A warm philosopher is walking poetry, A gentle poet is walking philosophy. Poetry is the most potent form of philosophy, As it brings illumination through simplicity. Anybody can make things sound more complicated, Only the best philosophers can write good poetry. In philosophy, deeper we go, simpler things get. Philosopher talks of light, poet swims in it.”

“The Strugglers" He was born on a Friday. And it was raining that day. He still does not know whether the Gods were happy or sad at his arriving on earth. He saw the world. He saw sadness. He saw misery. He saw the struggle of his dad and mom. They both struggled to give a good life to their children. He started becoming serious in life. He started winning awards in academics and in quiz competitions to begin with. Then he tried essay competitions and debates. His sole aim was to win awards to make his parents feel proud of him. He wanted to become an IAS officer to make his family (uncles, aunts, cousins) feel proud of him. He came to Delhi to prepare for the Civil Services. He thought he will do a job and not be dependent on his parents, and still clear the Civil Services. It did not happen. He lost out on becoming a Civil Servant of the people. He tried a few odds jobs. He eventually became a Teacher, Poet, and Writer. His inspirations to writing - his Mom who manages to write Poetry even now along with her struggles of life, Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou, Franz Kafka, Roald Dahl, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, and all the other poets, artists, writers, and strugglers in Life.”