Take me to the library

Take me to the library,let us watch the words smile.that conveys what our hearts carry,watching sad phase beguile. Take me to the art gallery,hold my hand in the longer line,wait and judge if art is satisfactory,while I’ll admire what’s mine. – Mahesh Mali

Blessing

The starry night looks down on us,It blesses me with its magic,As see my love flaunting her cute smile,Hiding her wildness, behind traditional attire,Knowing what we share is beyond words, I’m afraid,will my words do justice to what I feel?It is not just passion,Nor the simple vanity of our hearts,It is a divine fire within.

undecipherable

If someone meets me,They will find me calm,But there are storms of emotions they can’t see,they can’t even hear this atheist chanting psalm. There is a silent war without swordsbut guns loaded with shardsof a heart that is now obsoleteForgotten how to beat. But I’m good at hiding,keeping things perfectly encrypt.Though I share everything and

लापरवाह

A Hindi poem about Covid Catastrophe | written by Mahesh Mali

Lovestory

प्रेमकहाणी – A marathi love poem (with english translation)

My YouTube Channel

I have started a new YouTube channel

Just another dying rose?

A poem about the emotions you feel after facing an existential threat to your relationship

Stay by my side

Ask me if I’m okay.When I say I’m fine, Ask me again.Because I’m not.I am breaking inside.I want you to be the anchor of my sanity,Stay by my side. I know it’s getting late and you should go,But I want you to stay,I know you love me,But I want to hear you say.I need you

Prism

poem about LGBT community

Real Men

They say real men don’t cry,Growing up I heard real men don’t ask, they take,I kept hearing this, but never got any answer when I ask ‘why’.Boys like me learned to be fake. Real men don’t blah blah blah,the list will keep going on,Raising us right or bringing us down? Molding us into Kings,With a