Sleepless Times

*Helpless As I Stare At The Fan
*And The Wall Clock Ticks 3AM
*I Go Beyond The Philosophy Of Books
*And Into Reality I Look
*How Energies Have Conspired My Fate
*And The Positivity Is In a Bad State
*A Not-So-Shining Tear Rolls Down
*To Accompany Me In My Frown
*As The Heart Aches Into Failure
*And The Mind Demands a Savior
*I Agree With The Thought That I'm Going Through a Test
*But Its Tough To Carry Failures On Chest
*Is It The Lull Before The Storm Or Its The Storm Itself
*Being Capable I'm Helpless
*Life To Me Has Become a Known Stranger
*You Meet Everyday, You Greet Everyday
*Yet Unaware Of Each other 
*I Retreat From The Bed To Take a Sip Of Water
*Every Moment Wishing For Better
*I Take a Deep Breath As I Sit Down
*Tik-Tok, Dark Room And a Lonely Clown
*I Presume To See Dawn In My Life
*Along With Sun I Will Also Rise
*With This Hope Into Night I Weep
*As In The Corner Of The Room I Fall Asleep
*This Is The Story Of My Insomniac Nights
*Before I Wake Up To The World And Fight

-Kartik Tewari

The Joker Of The Moment

*Look Through The Glasses Of a Novice
*The Person Who Doesn't Have a Choice
*Who Opts To Relish This World
*Who Wishes To Fly Like a Bird
*The Lad Who Grins And Bears It
*The Happiness He Holds, He Shares It
*The Man Who Is The Joker Of The Moment
*Man Who Is Docile, Cheerful And Decent
*What Happens When He Faces World's Incredulous Facts
*He Realizes The Quality Of Selfishness He Lacks
*He Is Jostled To The Core
*He Double-Checks To Make Sure
*Becomes a Laughing Stock Everyday For The Values He Holds
*Sees Human-The Follower Of God In The Blind Fold
*Follows The Path Of Truth To Reach The Destination Of Lie
*As a Good Man Finds Hard To Survive
*Every Opportunity That Knocks His Door
*The Act Of Betrayal It Adores
*Away From The World He Sits In Silence
*But In His Head He Experiences Immense Violence
*He Sits Near The Sea-Shore With Moist Eyes
*Not Able To Control His Emotions, Hard He Cries
*Questions The Almighty Whether He Can See
*How Unfruitful Has Gone The Goodwill Tree
*How The Culture-The Values Are Being Degraded
*And How a Good Human Here Is Ill-Fated
*In Silence He Sits, Grudges He Holds
*Thinking Hard Over The Choice
*Ill-Fated Joker Or a Blind Fold
*Or a Blind Fold....

-Kartik Tewari

The Confusion

*I Got This Pen In Heredity
*I Thought Of Transforming The World
And Continue My Legacy 
*Now I Sit In The Dark
*Scribbling Hard On This Pad
*In The Essence And Presence Of Tears And Thoughts
*I Was Told To Distribute The Goodwill Of Love
*And Diminish The Arrogant Vengeance
*But Today I Question My Identity 
*I Question My Existence 
*Is It The One Values Taught Me?
*Or The One Situations Have?
*I'm Sure Confused
*Its When You Go For A Handshake 
*And The Other Slaps You On Your Face
*When Your Friend Promises Love
*And Betrays You Instead
*Or When You Believe You Can
*But Others Don't
*Its When You Become a Stranger To Your Every Known
*It Is Said, Often Seen
*That God Resides In Every Human Being
*I Ask The Immortal Whether He Knows
*How Thick The Layer Of Selfishness Has Gone?
*How Half The Mortal Replica Of Yours Is Busy In Betraying 
*And The Other Half Is Just Busy Praying?
*Maybe I'm Thinking Things
*Maybe I'm Shattered
*Or Maybe I'm Confused 
*But My Question Still Holds True
*What Actually Is My Existence?
*The Ignoring Friend Or A Lonely Station?
*The Confined With Values Or Made By Situations?  

-Kartik Tewari

The Incomplete Poetry

*Ever Wondered About That Unfinished Business
*The Undying Urge To Attempt
*But Not Achieving The Required
*The Last Up Over The See-Saw
*When Someone Actually Helped You To Rise
*Now That You've Survived Enough
*You Know How It Feels
*Not To Have a Stick With You
*While Climbing The Mountain
*Its Difficult Though
*But Never Impossible
*Its Like Chasing a Blind Man
*In The Darkest Streets Of The City
*You Believe Your Eyes
*But You Don't Believe The Dark
*You've Been Pushing Your World Without Joy
*Finding Happy Go Lucky Diamonds
*In The Well Lit Mine Of Coal
*You'll Be Tired Enough By The Dusk Of Life
*That No Other Sun Will Come Up The Next Dawn
*So Rest, Catch Your Breath
*Be Stupid, Be Foolish
*Make Mistakes And Learn
*Fire Up Your Passion
*Stay Raw And Stay Satisfied
*Be The Driving Force Of Your Jolly Good

*Either Bring Revolution Or Be One 

*Live Your Dreams, Live Life
*Like There Is No Tomorrow
*Just a Never Ending Today
*Just Today
*Think Today

-Kartik Tewari

Tears Of The Clown

*The Clown Of The Freakish Circus

*The Sweat Out Of The Workers

*Blood Of The Soldier

*Blank Pages Of a Folder

*The Query Over An Unknown Station

*Restless- About To Mention

*Lonely Bone In The Jungle

*Justified Patience In Trouble

*Running Down The Road

*Closed Window About To Load

*The Mountain To Be Climbed

*The Poetry To Be Rhymed 

*Read Between The Tensed Lines Of My Forehead

*Believe The Said And Unsaid

*Its True That I’m a Colourful Clown

*Red White Yellow Green And Brown

*Its Not Just Word, Its Tears and Rain

*On The Freeway, Drenched In Pain

 -Kartik Tewari

So Close Yet So Far

*I Feel That Pain In My Chest

*The Pain

*Pain Of Seeing You With Him

*I Feel Suffocated

*Despite Of The Deep Breaths

*The Way He Holds Your Hand

*I Used To Hold It

*I Mix My Feelings With My Wine

*And Drink It

*Weddings Are Supposed To Be Happy

*This Has Been Killing me Ever Since I Got Here

*You Look Beautiful

*You Look Happy

*Maybe It was For The Best

*I Was Still Watching You

*When You Introduced Me To Him

*A Prompt Handshake

*The Comforting Eye Contact

*I am Still Living With You

*In My Poetries

*I am The Murderer Of Every day’s Truth

*I am a Visionary Of a Dying Dream

The Girl

“The worst part about old age is, life reminds you of the sorrows more than the happy moments, more of regrets less of rejoice” I say as I place the cigar in the ash tray, and offer some wine to the young interviewer, scrubbing hard on his notepad, preserving every word I say, the enthusiastic man shook his head. “Please sir, tell us about the girl, our readers want to know about that girl” he says, I smile and chant “Patience, son, patience” as I stretch out my hand and expose it to rain, droplets of rain touching the human skin, I start counting them, “That day also, it was raining” I say dominating the sound of rocking chair, he listens more carefully with a curious eyebrow and a furious pen. “Around midnight we were sitting in the balcony of room 531 of Jashan Hotel, Shimla, we had a little trip together” I complete my sentence smiling-thinking about that time, “It was raining, it was cold, we were warming each other, I had her in my arms, my hands were wrapped around her waist and I was brushing my cheeks to her comparatively softer cheeks, she looked beautiful that night, we had our dinner, she was wearing a shoulder less black dress that was totally complementing her body, she was wearing 6inch stiletto just to cope up with my height, I looked at her eyes through her hair, they were busy-busy with the view, when I got curious and asked her “How much do you love me?”, she pulled a broad smile and said “a lot”, I asked again “How much?” , she stared at me for a while, she took my hand and supported it into the rain, “How many raindrops do you feel on your hand, Count” she said,” Infinite, I can’t count them, they are too many”, she plants a kiss on my cheek and whispers to me “I love you that much”, that moment of joy is unexplainable, I went on smiling all the time, I was happy. After a while she said “I wish we were astronauts, so that we can go away from this world, away from all the boundations, formalities, so called relations. We can go into the skies, get married in the presence of stars , celebrate our love and togetherness in the moonlight , away from the world, unidentified, where nobody cares” she completed as she rested her head on my chest, I kissed her hair and promised “don’t worry Shona, everything will be fine, we’ll end up together, don’t worry” with that she slept in comfort and I enjoyed our presence. That was one hell of a memorable night” I finished with my story as the rain stopped and we had a clear sky in no time, the young man was still taking notes, its nice to see young people use pens unlike Laptop-MS word nerds. “What would you like to have for dinner my friend” I asked him, “nothing sir, I will ask you few more questions and leave, I don’t want to bother you much” he replied, “Sir, you are such a sensation in the world of writing- poetries, stories- people love you, especially for those betrayal stories, never dying- love stories- But they want to know about the inspiration-your inspiration behind all those stories, they want to know about that girl, that girl you just told me about, did she betray you?, did she marry someone else?, her parents forced her to marriage?. What happened sir? What happened to that girl who is behind your million-sold out copies?” , I was hurt with these bullet like questions but I didn’t show, I lowered my eyes, smiled and answered “Yes, she got married to someone else!”, the interviewer was about to fire his how? When? Why? Where?, when I continued "That less bright star stole her from me before I could make her mine” standing up from the chair-pointing at the sky, “The most bright next to it, that’s my Shona”. The pen stopped and eyes got wide, a tear came out of my eye to accompany us, “Betraying me would have been far easy for her, but betraying death, Impossible, she alone became an astronaut” I wipe off my tears as I complete my sentence. He went motionless, it was understood there were no more questions. “Its late my son, you should have dinner, come in I will make you some pasta” I said opening the door-entering the house.
-Kartik Tewari