Bob Fired Bob!

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Bob Fired Bob!

Hey Bob!

Would you care

To see through this binocular?

I was told that it can

Convert your parochial view into a broader one.


Splendid, isn’t it Bob?

With the kind of development in technology!

But, what do you care?

You have this magnifying lens

For a ‘never-understood’ philosophy of astrology.


Aren’t you the happiest man?

Your wife became a nun,

Your children died.

Sad, but look at the brighter side;

Now, you can flourish your joy in a full solitude,

Thanks to peculiar belief!


Bob… Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob!

You seem woebegone?

Take a dip of Smile,

Have a little life!

But before that, you have to choose –

Want to be conservative

Or will have an open mind?

This is the ninth poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. Finally, I am getting a hang of everyday poem writing and Bob saved me.

The song of the day is Bob Dylan’s Blowin in the Wind. Give the free bird inside you wings with this song.

Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. Which Bob are you? Let me know your thoughts in the comment section.

I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).


Freaking Fat, Ferociously Failed!

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Freaking Fat, Ferociously Failed!

A nice cheesy look

Of that creamy little pie,

Calling me by its name,

A temptation to attempt the sin and try;

A big fat birdy, sweet tooth – they called me.

That’s my old dumb life!


Now, I am on a path of change

To achieve the BNA (Brand New Attitude),

Running all around and trying not to stare at my waist.

“You need to lose your waist, dude!”

Thrashed my cinnamon green tea.

I stirred my anger in the peaceful rue!


I tripped on the highest tower,

Winged my body for the most difficult Yoga position.

If I had a fake nose now

I’d be called a clown or a magician.

That’s not what I wanted to infer,

But apparently, it’s the beer talking to my intuition!


Let it all come out in a big case of donuts,

A yellow cake and some alcohol!

“Focus, buddy, focus!”

My small-talk friend held me and made me whole!

She looked right at me and said,

“I am sorry. Do you need a compliment, you big fat bore?”

This is the Fourth poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge.

The song of the day is a little fun one (Maybe, you won’t like it) Do you love me

Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. Perhaps, you would relate to the hallucinating part! If yes, feel free to comment on how. If no, then let me know why!

I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).

An Advice from a Lonesome So-And-So

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An Advice from a Lonesome So-And-So

Call me whiskers of thoughts

When you habitually fuss

About the little thing

In your life;


Call me the joy of melody

When you pray to God

For every little problem

In your tribe;


Call me randomly assorted

When you lost your way

During the undesirable and burdensome ride

Of your daily-life-routine cycle;


Call me an abstract simile

When you patiently wait

For your turn to come

Instead of the pathetic cry;


Call me the divine tango

When you push the red shining door

And after the thriving years of struggle,

You uninterruptedly fly!

This is the first poem in the series of this year’s NaPoWriMo challenge. I have been successfully participating in 30-Day poetry challenge since 2014.

Let’s give you a song link which I like very much and it could be related to the struggle of creating a song or of life. The song is A Big Bird in Small Cage

Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. Perhaps, it would lay the possible picture of your life and song! If yes, feel free to comment on how. If no, then let me know why!

I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).

Stupid Adam & Eve

30Apr- Stupid Adam & Eve

Stupid Adam & Eve

Adam and Eve

Went up the hill,

Loosen up their feet,

Lied down to chill;


Isolated from the world

To ignite the new relationship,

Work out on their problems

Dancing their heart out until they flipped;


They roll down to the ground.

Poor funny souls!

Want to be illogical,

And often laugh at each other’s faults!


They are mysterious not so grumpy.

Childish as they were before;

Now, who’s going to tell them

That they are in love?


Completing NaPoWriMo 2017 challenge with the 30th poem. It’s been a pleasure participating and even successfully completing the poetry month challenge four years straight in a row. I am sure that with this, I will get back enthusiasm and energy back for writing more and more, not just poetry but stories and even, a novel (ahh… a long time procrastinated dream)

If you have any thoughts share it in the comment section. I would love to hear and reply to all.

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Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!

Nightmare Of A Summer Painter
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Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!

He was afraid

The pitch was going to be drained

Where time became irrelevant,

Vision had lost its lifetime fuel,

Lyrics of the prime song became insignificant

Bounded by explicit or maybe, implicit rule


The summer painter wondered all night

Thinking about the winter road,

Discoloring the substantial amount of ride

Just to sleep in the dream store

What to catch, where to hide

Struggling with overflow of ideas at the universe core!

I Want to Follow the Rules

Last day of NaPoWriMo2015 Challenge and the score is 30/30. Challenge’s Nailed! 🙂

I So Want to Follow the Rules

Day 30

I so Want to Follow the Rules

What if

You go to top of the mountain

Take a sip of cranberry juice

And pour the rest on you to make a stain


What if

You go to office

Take ten grams of marijuana

And dance over your shit


What if

You go to some federal office

Take out some weird book with candles

Read out some black magic


I remembered

Those people told me to follow the rule

Then they went back to their strategy

And manipulate the terms with money-boom!

National Poetry Writing Month

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