Nitin Soni

Silent Clock

A white wall endures the encumbered clock
Decades of decades in critical silence
Needle has its own fascination
Slipped into the harmonious world of virtue!

An intense gawk hypnotized his intrusive peek
Surmounted over fortune, and exploring weed
O’ well laced shoes…of a ghost who haunts from ancient times
And – of a believer glorifying a clock,
Mocking the times of yore, and crowning the white “blemish”
Time! Time! Time…

While inflowing he ponders over happenings and deeds
Symbolizing the humankind – scrutinizing, questioning the “Timing” authority
His shadow trails in the middle of haunting images, cherishing flashes
Disguised past, raucous voices, wounded humanity and celebration of triumph!

He pushes himself to the fore, in the world of clock
One corner of time he flees away to golden era
Brushing up his memory, nostalgic!
Witnessing the verdict of slavery oriented mind, agonizing!
He comes back, shedding tears and debating alone with time!

Another hidden corner urges to be looked at
He crosses the threshold anticipating for some joyful faces
Independence – saffron, white and green!
Celebrations, migrations, seduction, abduction, rapes and
religious riots
Post-independence – it turned out to be the worst time!

There was extreme struggle to banish the brutish British master
Reckless exploitation slashed the innocents into pieces, tears!
Raping the golden bird, time-to-time!
He came back lamenting, the sorrowful time!

Bisected heart! Another corner begs to him –
He goes in – corruption, dishonestly, racism, and caste
Domination, power and things falling apart!
His spirit weeps the distressed moments

He pleads to go back to life
A white wall – Silence in the chaotic world of clock
The same wall, decisive needle – for repetition!

Decades of decades in critical silence
Slipped into the harmonious world of virtue!


In the grassy fields on a mundane evening night I go astray.
A gentle voice, a soft touch of the wind – “Would harmoniously betray!”
Thou, my beloved, would someday come, and I would courteously say…

Thou command I’d obey, lighting a lamp at her heart, and at night
Take off the garments I wear, give my soul and feelings to pray’r,
Adore my gorgeous lady, the air that I breathe, say…

The sun, beaming and burning…the love I have felt for you
All these years has given me “Hope” while I ponder at night,
Moon, shooting stars, Goddess of love, “Wish” and begging

Lush green fields, pleasing wind, fruitful trees,
Melodious song of birds, Asian and European, and a bee vibrating my ears,
A cool mist, smelling optimism and a warming breeze…

Fool – wise preacher – scholar, adolescent – adult
Slave or servant, lover or hater of creation’s lord,
Whose sword is directed by the words of wisdom and judgement…

The books of love, always reminded me of you, rested at my chest filled with of diamond
The saga of love, magical ardours, they have told –
Unlike me, peace, pure love, affection they have sold…

Farewell to my hope, to creations and creatures,
To beloved, with love
To the world I cherished my entire life with…
Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!

“I Saw Her in My Eyes”

My eyes are shining.
I see a smile on my face.

My life is a tray of love
It does not betray.

My eyes are shining
I see a smile on my face

I saw her this morning
With a licking delight,
A bird of vast sky
I caught her, again, in my eyes.

The mirror I saw
It laughed on my face
I couldn’t believe my eyes
As if she wasn’t my fate.

I wasn’t very hopeful,
That –
She would hold my hands
The moment I woke up
I wasn’t well

Still my eyes seemed sleepy,
And –
As I saw her in my eyes
Delightful I would say
It was the time of my life

My eyes are shining.
I see a smile on my face.

Yes you are beautiful
I saw your face,

Yes you are lovable
I cuddled you twice,

Yes you are a dream
Of my monotonous life.

My eyes are shining.
I see a smile on my face.
You are an angel
An unknown virgin of my heart
I saw you in my eyes
Not willing to see you depart.
When I saw you in my eyes
It filled my life with love and hope

You are a stranger
On this beautiful boat.

Nitin Soni ,Known as ‘The Curly Poet’ and honoured with the title of ‘Most 11009970_951481861563599_3281606478821042512_nPopular’ at Delhi University where he studied English literature, Nitin Soni is a poet, storyteller, script writer & social worker whose writings have appeared in many national and international publications. His poetry collection, THE BROKEN BOAT, will be launched soon. Nitin lives in New Delhi, and he can be contacted at