Category: Poems

I wanna be there for you!

I wanna be there for you..

I wanna sink deep down in love with you..

Be the voice of your songs..

Cuddle with you in your deepest sleep in the darkest of nights..

Stay close and feel those unsaid words in your beats..

Those eyes, when tangles with solicity,

I wanna dive deep in and embrace you,

to assure you, I am there..

When hearts speak out the feel,

promises in words don’t mean a thing!

Thinking About You …

As I lie awake all these hours in my bed,

It’s just you that has been running through my head.

I just can’t stop thinking about you,

And if only I was near you,

I’d have done something out of the blue .


Your thoughts always makes me smile.

You’re on my mind every once in a while.

I wish you knew how much I really care,

No matter what I’ll always be there.


Tell me how to prove that these are all true,

Including the one, that I’ve fallen deeply for you.

Never ending efforts I’ll put for you,

For me what matters is just you.


To make you smile each and every day,

To make you feel special each and every way,

It’s only words and words are all I have,

To take your heart away …


One of the saddest thing that can happen is when one falls in love while the other wants nothing more than friendship. Well, it's kind of sad and weird at the same time trying to get over someone who you never even dated! This poem "Friendzoned" is based on a love story that never happened. 
Here it goes...

Tired of looking back on all the memories and all the could be’s,

Two decades of our friendship, but still you didn’t choose me.

Everything we had were the only memories I cherished,

But something more than a friend, you never noticed.

Thinking about the past, I don’t know who I was,

Or do I remember for me, when “I” turned to “us”.

My heart yearns to always be with you,

When you asked “Why?” I said “I Love You”.

Since forever you’ve been my only dream,

You said you loved someone else, I couldn’t help but scream.

“We are just friends” saying these, so easily you cut me,

If only you could see the one loving you the most, is me.

Neither could I explain, nor did you understand this feel,

One chance, and I’d prove you all these are real.

I see you with him, letting your romance revive,

With this pain inside, I ask myself – “How will I survive?”

My eyes brim with tears, yet I hold back the deluge,

But behind these false smiles, the pain is huge.

This heart, this friendship, everything is the same,

Expecting you as a lover, you seem far every second.

No smoke, no fire, just this burn in my heart,

Ruined everything we had, all from the start.

As you turned away from me, I stood and saw you disappear,

My happiness all gone and I am just left with tears.


Guys, I know I suck in writing poems but still I can't stop trying! There has been a terrible gap in the posts lately as I have been so busy with my finals, I couldn't keep my blog updated. But I will be back soon with something interesting soon. Stay with me. And yes, this isn't a comeback! :D 
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The Park Bench

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read,

beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,

for the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day,

A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.

He stood right before me with his head tilted down,

and said with great excitement, “Look what I found!”

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,

with its petals all worn, not enough rain, or to little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,

I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side,

and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,

“It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, too.

That’s why I picked it; here it’s for you.”

The weed before me was dying or dead.

Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.

So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need.”

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,

he held it mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time,

that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun,

as I thanked him for picking the very best one.

You’re welcome, he smiled, and then ran off to play,

unaware of the impact he’d had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see,

a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know of my self-indulged plight?

Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see,

the problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind,

I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that’s mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose,

and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.

And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand,

about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.


By a friend.
A poem which changed my life henceforth...

I Vow To You

I vow to you , for you,

your life ever golden,

in a dell of dew.

Let every sad past die,

and glorious altars rise high!

Shimmering along – the lonely moon,

as the world do predict you;

“The enlightened of the world be”

So – rapturing the ideal philosopher

dead to his quack philosophy,

 I vow to you – for you,

to make you a land of joy

amidst the stouthearted;

of happiness arose;

and for the glorious days.

The Sun Will Rise Again

I can hear you cry..

I can see the tears..

I can feel the pain..

I can sense your fears..

But there’s something you should know,

That you’re not all alone..

Standing right there by your side,

I’m your friend, I’m your own..

So let’s hold on.. Let’s hold on..

Let’s hold each others hand,

Let’s hold on.. Let’s hold on..

And together we will stand,

Even the darkest night will end..

And the sun will rise again..

Even the darkest night will end..

And the sun will rise again!

Let's hold each others hand
Let’s hold each others hand

The worlds have crumbled down..

Broken homes .. Broken town..

Innocent lives snatched away..

The sound of sorrow all around..

But the hope will never die,

And the spirits will survive..

Brick by brick we’ll build it all,

If we keep the faith alive..

So let’s hold on.. Let’s hold on..

Let’s hold eachothers hand,

Let’s hold on.. Let’s hold on..

And together we will stand,

Even the darkest night will end..

And the sun will rise again..

Even the darkest night will end..

And the sun will rise again!!


Kahile pachhi nahatne Bir Gorkhali!

कहिले पछि नहट्ने विर गोर्खाली |

Jastai dukha ma jutna sakne Bir Gorkhali!

जस्तै दुखमा जुट्न सक्ने विर गोर्खाली |

Adhyaro ma balna sakne Bir Gorkhali!

अध्यारोमा बल्न सक्ने विर गोर्खाली |

Aai parema datna sakne Bir Gorkhali!

आईपरेमा डट्न सक्ने विर गोर्खाली |

The contents in this post is written and sung by Gaurav Dagaonkar as a tribute to all the Nepalese in the disastrous Earthquake of 25th April, 2015.The copyright of the pictures is not mine either. Credits to the wonderful soul who took pains to put the pictures together :)

केटि फकाउनु पर्दा खेरिको फुर्सद

केटि फकाउनु पर्दा खेरिको फुर्सद,
अनि पछि त्यै केटि फकिएपछि
उसलाई समय दिन नसक्ने त्यो व्यस्तता ।
पहिलो दिनमा जति पछि लागिन्छ,
त्यति नै मिहेनत पछी चाहिँ किन गरिन्न ?
मन नै त हो, त्यही आस गरिरहन्छ,
जुन मिहेनत देखेर मन पराईएको हुन्छ,
बिस्तारै सेलाउदै, हराउदै गएसी के होस् ?
त्यै माथि छोरी मान्छेको मन,
सानो कुरामा चसक्क हुने,
कुन कुरामा कति बेला दुख्छ,
बुझेर पनि बुझी नसक्नुको,
बाहिर राम्रै देखिन्छिन ऊनि,
भित्र के आंधी चलिरको छ थाहा हुन्न,
तर छोरी मान्छेको मन, चाडैं फक्किईने
जति जे भन, कराउ, थर्काउ,
एक चोटी मायालु स्वोरमा बोलेसी पुग्छ,
सारा दुख एक हाँसोमा भुल्ने त्यो मन,
तेस्लाई फकाएर मख्ख पार्न खोज्ने
केटाहरुको त्यो सुरुको प्रयास,
केटि फकाउनु पर्दा खेरिको त्यो फुर्सद
अनि पछि तेइ केटि फकिएपछी
उसलाई समय दिन नसक्ने, त्यो व्यस्तता।

Ah Pity!

The flower doesn’t give happiness,

the thorn has its place in,

happiness alone is not a life,

the sadness mingles in.


Our relation is alike –

the two river banks,

with sad hearts and soul,

going towards where the deep calls.


The temple of trust – you broke,

only thinking it to be a pile of dust.

The dagger thrust on my broken heart,

to find you kneeling elsewhere.


The dawn, noon and dusk,

I yearn to see you.

Changing the words of love,

I feel like talking to you.


Then the sickness turns up,

thinking of you.. trying to understand,

I am in a trance,

with your thoughts and plans.


Shall I sing secretly in your ear;

my heart’s saddest song?

To rapture your soul eternally,

with the sadness of past.


Ah!.such a pity!

to live with your habit,

even wine doesn’t leave me,

only you are my trust.