SONNET #1

"When my days were dark,
She came in with a piece of heart.
When I needed her,
She was there forever.
                            People did scare me,
                            But she was there to comfort me.
                            When I was filled with hate,
                            To fill me with love, she was all set.
When I was all alone,
She was the dog and I was the bone.
When I was discouraged,
She was the one who encouraged.
                           Oh Mother!
                           Now that you ain't here, it does bother!"
                                                            - Dhananjay Shitkar.

"Love."

"I love you from the bottom of my heart.
No, I am not exaggerating.
Neither, am I on any drugs.
I felt like pouring my heart out today, and i am.
                            You have been with me every time.
                            In my sadness providing a shoulder,
                            While in my happiness carrying me on your shoulder.
                            If this isn't pure love, than what is?
The world has grown crueler,
But you haven't.
The world failed to make me smile.
But you didn't.
                         How much I love you,
                         Can't be expressed in words.
                         My love for you,
                         Is far greater than the points on a circle."
                                       - Dhananjay Shitkar.    

"If You Forget Me." ,This Is My Inspiration Folks!

"I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is;
If I look
At the crystal moon, at the red branch.
Of the slow autumn at my window,
If I touch
Near the fire
The impalpable ash
Or the wrinkled body of the log,
Everything carries me to you,
As if everything that exists,
Aromas, light, metals.
Were little boats that sail
Towards the isles of yours that await for me.

Well, now,
If little by little you stop loving me,
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly,
You forget me
Do not look for me,
For I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
The wind of banners
That passes through my life,
And you decide
To leave me at the shore,
Of the hearts where I have the roots,
Remember,
that on that day,
On that hour,
I shall lift my arms,
And my roots shall set off,
To seek another land.

But
If each day,
Every hour,
You feel that you are destined for me,
With implacable sweetness,
If each day a flower
Climbs up to your lips to seek me,
Ah my love, Ah my own,
In me all that fire is repeated,
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
My love feeds on your love beloved,
And as long as you live it will be in your arms,
Without leaving mine."
                           - Pablo Neruda.

#Respect?

Al Capone Beautifully Personifies ,"You Don't Need A Reason To Help People." 

#SMILE - Once Again.

"Life is as hard it looks like.
Filled with stones, pebbles and spikes.
But even for once you are to smile.
That'd make people happy within a mile.
                              A smile is the curve that changes people.
                              It is a weapon deadlier than the Beagle.
                              And a curve that sets everything straight.
                              You need friends? Use it as a bait.
Smile, and the world shall bow before you.
Feel the power felt never felt ever by you.
The smile affects,
And we can witness the effects.
                             Smile like never before.
                             See some good after not before.
                             Never let your smile die.
                             Or lose all of your color dyes."
                                             - Dhananjay Shitkar.

My first attempt at a short story .. Help me with the title!

"I entered the house through the creaking door. They said that it was going to be a spooky experience. I bet it was. My footsteps were the only sound that was heard. The wind whistled in my ears. It was a old, dusty and creepy house. As I stepped forward, dust flew in the air. The old wood below my feet creaked. A random cat from maybe behind the house screamed and my heart skipped a beat. Sweat ran down my face. My torch light flickered. "Dang. Should have charged the batteries." and saying so, the torch blacked out. I stood lone in the dark house. Now, I could even hear my own breathing which got heavier each passing moment. I started walking, taking the support of my surrounding. But where ever I touched, all I found was ugly, sticky spider-webs. I felt disgusted as i shook my hands. As I was, I hit hard something soft ... something flesh! I quickly turned around and no sooner I did, that "thing" ran. I followed him. He kept running and breaking stuff where ever he ran. Who was he? Or it? Human? Or Spirit? Such stupid scary thoughts ran through my head. While I was lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the wires below my feet and i tripped. I tripped and stumbled into what seemed like falling off a mountain cliff. I was supposed to hit the floor hard and probably die, But instead i kept falling. My heart raced as I fell down the dark void. I couldn't see anything and the wind rushed through my face. All this ... made me faint.
                    I woke up sweating. Bright light hurt my eye. I tried to touch myself, but i couldn't. My hands and legs were cuffed to the bed. Surprised, I looked around. Doctors, patients and the regular screaming and screeching. My doctor came near me to sedate me. I realized. I was back ... back in the Voltas Mental Asylum!"

"Her"

"She was very cute,
She loved my flute.
She was with me all day,
In the grass, mud, dirt and hay.
                            She had beautiful blonde hair.
                            She was the one who used to care.
                            She was quite playful,
                            So was she thoughtful.
She was with me in my ups and downs,
Once, she even wore my mother's gown.
She was seen around with me everyday,
In the summer vacations of May.
                          But alas!
                          She'll just be in my dreams.
                          Truly the best friend of man.
                          This story is of Glee, my Doberman!"
                                           - Dhananjay Shitkar.

These Are For My Friends! The Best.

To The Bulky Character,
           Aashay Desai ...

"In the darkest part of the town,
Was born a bright new light.
He was very respected,
And so was he appreciated.
                         This dude is into cars.
                         He is my fantasy warlord.
                         His road doesn't need to be tar.
                         Because he is going to be a throttle god!
Some call him the Hulk,
Or simply just Dominic.
Due to his extravagant bulk.
But did you know? This kid is fantastic!
                          He may seem hard as The Rock.
                          On the insides, he is soft as hay.
                          He wishes to write a book.
                          Because, he is Aashay!"
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To The Accident Prone Friend,
               Bhavesh Khadye ...

"In the small city of Thane,
Born amongst sugarcane.
He lead a life lavish,
Who was christened Bhavesh.
                              A kid full of will,
                              Who could easily climb a hill!
                              He was the victim of a terrible accident,
                              Brings me the shivers, that incident.
He is a Pewdiepie fan.
Oh yeah, he is Khadye-san.
That kid is a born gamer.
The proud PS4 owner.
                              He can beat you in any game.
                              But yet he is so tame.
                              I hope he scores a good dame.
                              And the best of fame!

"Death"

"You fall into this deep trench,

Blood and sweat you drench.

You didn't want this,

Neither did you expect this.

This comes,

And you go.

                   You keep falling,

                   Like there is no stopping.

                   This place seems like hell.

                   Held like a prison cell.

                   You don't think,

                    You don't move.

This feels great for some.

Feels wound up for some.

You can't hear.

Can't see.

Can't feel.

Because ..

This is when Death hugs you!"
                      - Dhananjay Shitkar.

Not Mine, But Here's A Shakespearean ...

 "Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one
Spake, might the word be said that might speak thee.

Streams, winds, woods, flowers, fields, mountains, yea, the sea,
What power is in them all to praise the sun?
His praise is this--he can be praised of none.

Man, woman, child, praise God for him; but he
Exults not to be worshiped, but to be.

He is; and, being, beholds his work well done.

All joy, all glory, all sorrow, all strength, all mirth,
Are his; without him, day were night on earth.

Time knows not his from time's own period.

All lutes, all harps, all viols, all flutes, all lyres,
Fall dumb before him ere one string suspires.

All stars are angels; but the sun is God."

                      - William Shakespeare.

P.S. - No, I Can Never Beat This Guy. I Don't Know. Maybe I Might.

#SMILE!

"Excuse me,
Do you have a second?
Or probably a minute.
Because all I need,
Is the time that you'll take,
To appreciate,
The wonderful you!
                               Thank you for being,
                               And thank you for trying.
                               Though you are the laziest sloth.
                               Because now,
                              What matters most,
                               Is that you be,
                              Who you be best!
Be a narcissist for a day,
Be positive for a change.
Do something to award yourself
And keep that smile on your face.
                              Thank you for listening,
                              Thank you for giving me your time.
                              You know?
                              You look cute when you smile.
                              How do I know?
                              Because I bet,
                              You are smiling right now!"
                                                       - Dhananjay Shiktar.

"Is It Ever Too Late?"

"Once upon a time on Earth,
I met a fallen angel once.
But then I was a mere shadow,
So our sight never crashed.
                                           She was one among many,
                                           But i was the many in one.
                                           For me, love was a joke,
                                           So our sight never crashed.
She was the rose,
While I was the thorn.
She was free when i was bind.
So our sight never crashed.
                                           We grew old.
                                           She leaped in a direction,
                                           I jumped in another.
                                           So our sight never crashed.
Death caught her,
But didn't chase me.
I attended her funeral,
as she knew me.
That's when,
I met her, I saw her ... I ...
I fell in love with her!
But wasn't it too late?
Or was it simply just my cursed fate?"
                       - Dhananjay Shitkar.

Just A Piece Of My Thought ...

"The integrity of my current subject shall be highly focused and addressed towards the human race and it's existence. People tend to exist in this mysterious dimension without questioning their very existence. But there are a few exceptions unlike the monotonous crowd that I am surrounded by. Give it some thought. There are a lot of results to this Google search. Can't we just be the probability of a possibilty; A symbiotic anomaly; A elegant masterpiece of someone of a superior race; A marvellous painting; A sculpture of a snobbish snob; A past-time Lego model or A sheer Sims' world!?
       The sarcastic simplicity of this subject sums up pretty much like a object ruled by elasticity."
                                                                                                 - Dhananjay Shitkar.  

A Written Tribute To Tigers Everywhere.

"There is this one creature,
Whom we call the Tiger.
The symbol of pride and honor,
But neither of fear nor horror.
As one comes foreth,
Inferno seems purer.
It giveth you that one look,
And that one look is just enough.
Power rests in his paws,
While dignity flows in his body.
It is full of strength and valor,
And so is a picture of a million colors.
It comes in red, orange, black and white,
But the personality remains the same.
When faced,
Even the predator becomes prey.
Because,
If you see one some day,
Be known,
The one that stands before you,
Be the bravest and the mightiest of all!"
                        - Dhananjay Shitkar.

"The Lady In The Sparkling Silk."

"The lady in the sparkling silk.
Sweet as sugar,
        Pure as ice.
She is the path of light.
As she comes nearer,
        So does the calm of mind.
She weareth a white robe,
And the attitude that of a queen.
Elegant, Picturesque, Wonderful;
She is the master of her own mind!"
                       - Dhananjay Shitkar.

"The Girl Of My Dreams."

"Her eyes,
     bright up the darkest nights.
Her hands on mine,
     make up my world.
Her very existence,
     never fails to dazzle me!
Her powers of charm,
     bewitches me.
Flora and Fauna,
     enliven her.
For she is,
     Aphrodite in herself!"
             - Dhananjay Shitkar.

"Hello World!",he said with a soft and timid voice.

Hello World!
Dhananjay Shitkar here.
A 15 year old atheist who loves the language English.
I write stanzas and paragraphs in my lone time which "I" call poems and pieces of art.
I don't know how fluent my linguistic abilities are, But I hope they are good enough.
So people ...
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