Tooth-Ache

That day, I was hardly able to breathe,
When I had that ache in my last two teeth.

As I opened my mouth,
The words weren’t coming out.

I, truly, was in great pain.
More importantly I had to catch the evening train.

I had to go for an interview, I had applied for a job.
As I wasn’t interested in reaping my father’s crop.

The pain was rising in my teeth,
I regretted having that extra sweet.

She warned me not to have it,
But, I couldn’t change my habit.

I went to the doctor, and told him my grief.
The story was long, I told him in brief.

He gave me a pill and told me to go.
It was still paining, thus I said no.

He said, “It will be alright”, and called the next patient.
But, I was still a bit impatient.

I looked at the watch, it was three o’clock.
I knew I required a quicker walk.

The train was at seven, I had to leave by six.
So, quickly I had to make my bag fix.

I was getting late, so I avoided lunch.
Just decided to have a mouthful munch.

I couldn’t afford a sweet now,
‘Cos I knew from where the ache came and how.

I reached the station in time,
About to leave, was the train of mine.

I entered the train, and took my seat.
And with me sat, the pain in my teeth.

Doc said that the pain would be gone, but it was still there.
I even felt it was a bit more than it was earlier.

The dusk was over, and the moon did rise.
And with it rose, the ache of mine.

I knew I couldn’t sleep with that ache in my teeth.
“Shut the lights please”, said the man on the opposite seat.

It was dark, dark as the best quality of coal,
I knew not what to do, with the night left almost whole.

I had had some sort of a dinner,
Which was followed by a much needed pain-killer.

The pain-killer didn’t do any magic,
The situation to me, seemed the most tragic.

I lied down at last, and suddenly my mind was filled with cricket.
Never in the world of mine, had I taken so many a wicket.

I think it took me hours to sleep, but I did sleep at last,
And when I woke the next morning, the ache was already a past.

I was merry, and said, “Why shouldn't I be?”
But, as I rose, I dunno how, the pain was back with me!

A poem by – Nisheeth Agarwal

Lost

A poem-a little inspired by the happenings in the middle-east...from a different perspective though...
It's about a man, a soldier, who once fought against tyranny and became the leader of the masses. He did good but was slowly succumbed by power. And eventually,after years of his rule, he was overthrown by his people and a foreign army. So, he fled...

I had lost it all,
And had nothing to lose.
I had no options,
Had nothing to choose.

I had no one with me,
No one to blame.
With such defeat and sorrow,
Can a man ever be the same?

I was grilled with pain,
And overburdened by disgrace.
Still, a few supporters I had
Did give me a chase.

But, no one knew my location,
Neither did my heart know where was I.
The tears had already left me.
Leaving those eyes sad, yet dry.

I knew not what to do
I had lost my kingdom.
My palace, my people,
And all, of whom, I thought seldom.

Even I had heard of stories
Of the rise of the lost.
But to even think of going back,
Was not that easy a thought.

I thought and thought
I thought hard and long.
Thought of today and tomorrow,
And also, of the times that are gone.

At last I made a decision.
I didn't know if it was right or wrong.
Still, I had no choice
But, to end the song.

The song of my breath,
The song of my life.
It was the end
The end of all strife!

And, the last I did
Was to my people, write.
I knew they wouldn't forgive,
Still, my heart would be clear of black and white.

"Just one last wish...
If you can ever fulfill.
I know you have reasons, not to.
But I hope you will try, still.

Tell your children about the good times we had.
The times we, together, laughed and cried.
Tell them about the times when there was this one man,
Who, with all his heart, tried!"

- A poem by Nisheeth Agarwal

Fall From Grace

his mind in a tempest

his thoughts forlorn

unmindful of the rain

he walks through the streets

he lurks in the shadows

hiding from the eyes

of his judging brethren

whom he'd fed nought but lies

those who once trusted him

now cringe at his sight

those who once loved him

cannot sleep at night

he once had the fortune

he once had the fame

he threw it all away

when temptation overcame

they watched as he sank

ever lower into the pit

he was losing the battle

with every match that he lit

helpless as they witnessed

his self mutilating crimes

they could only wonder

when he would run out of time

it was inevitable then

that they left him alone

one by one they gave up

as he slowly turned to stone

he still remembers those days

when he was on cloud nine

when all was glorious

all was divine

the world was his to conquer

the riches his to reap

as he lies on the cold floor

he can do nothing but weep