Monday, 9 January 2017
Thursday, 24 November 2016
On my way to the throne
I’m
on my way to the throne,
Thanks
to several stones.
They
got me stumbled upon, like tides on the shore,
Vain,
wavy soar plunging back to the coast;
I’ve
met many of them before,
Despite
of all those stones,
I
chose to roam on that route;
Cause
I knew there’s something strange,
They’re
not all the same, they got their own shape;
As
I headed ahead, my veins flooded blood,
And
wounded bones painted rocks;
My
blood divulged real face,
They’re
all placed by fate,
Each
one saying to move;
It
was the last hurdle,
Diverted
me on the right route,
The
one I was destined to rule;
Wounds
paved my apt route,
And
led me to the throne;
Thanks
to several stones.
-Bhishmpratapsinh
Dabhi
Monday, 21 November 2016
Wednesday, 16 November 2016
Wednesday, 5 October 2016
Tuesday, 13 September 2016
Regret
Oh dear god...
I regret,
I didn't come to your home,
I didn't embrace your divinity.
I didn't come to your home,
I didn't embrace your divinity.
I regret,
I haven't took a way to your sacred universe,
I've lost in hallucinations of this world.
I haven't took a way to your sacred universe,
I've lost in hallucinations of this world.
I should have came to your home,
I should have lost in your hallowed universe.
I should have lost in your hallowed universe.
I regret.
Oh my lord,
Oh my lord, oh dear god.
Oh my lord, oh dear god.
- Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi
Tuesday, 30 August 2016
Thursday, 14 July 2016
Thursday, 30 June 2016
Thursday, 9 June 2016
Tuesday, 26 April 2016
Quest of perfect pal
Walking under the scarlet sky,
On the quest of perfect pal.
Sun and moon side by side,
Vindicating prominence across the sky,
Walking through the concrete jungle;
On the quest of perfect pal.
Inanimate souls riding galloping machines,
Endeavoring for the desired triumph,
Walking upon the endless curb;
On the quest of perfect pal.
Reverent hands plunking bells,
Venerating the blest of green earth,
Walking by the providential temple;
On the quest of perfect pal.
Blissful vox of twittering birds,
Striving to corroborate cheery presence,
Walking beneath the verdant tree;
Cessation the quest of perfect pal.
Walking under the scarlet sky,
On the quest of perfect pal,
Reminiscing my blithesome soul;
Found myself as perfect pal.
-Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)









