Jallianwala

A poem about Jalianwala Bagh massacre. From survivor’s point of view.

mamihlapinatapai

A poem about girl I saw in traffic

A memory of days gone by

The kite, ensnared and motionless,Caught in the jacaranda tree’s grip,Amidst the spring’s vibrant blossom,Frozen in this moment, time’s slip. Beneath, a non-functioning fountain,A rusted testament to days gone by,Its silence speaks of memories once certain,Now lost to the ebb and flow of time’s tide. Here, a stillness lingers in the air,As the kite and tree

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.

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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)

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