Pushkar Bisht


Nothing is more beautiful than humanity..
Those who are deeply lost in serving humanity
Nothing is more beautiful than humanity for them…….

It has its own sweet flavour and fragrance to the end,
That drifts upto the sky without any weight……
And fills the world with wonderful colours…….
Then the world smiles to say, thank you…. Oh dear to serve me

They know the value, how each human being is pure
They take birth and die for it,
And never feel what they have lost here......

What I have felt and observed so far
I find my purpose
Not in my worldly-work….
But a beautiful work of humanity lies before me
That holds me in its lovely arms

Almighty speaks…….
Express your thanks to me not in the words
But through the service to the humanity
And this thanks won’t go waste….I promise to you, my dear

I helped a sick man by taking to a doctor…..
What I got a blessing from him in return
And I felt nothing is more beautiful than humanity.
Oh I felt it is the best and above all the things….
And my heart & soul says “Nothing is more beautiful than humanity…..

Tears of joy come in my eyes, who comes to me to wipe? ?
How can my lord see me in all tears?
He leaves the heaven……
And wipe my tears and hugs me by saying…I feel proud of you to serve the humanity
I speak to him, I did what you have taught me throughout my life, ,
Nothing is more beautiful than humanity in this life……

I want to see a world from the window
I want to see a world from the window,
A happy world,
A quiet world,
A beautiful world,

I want to see a world from the window,
A true world,
A holy world,
A bloodless world,

I want to see a world from the window,
A world full of shining colours everywhere,
A world fully dedicated to love,
A world knows only the way of humanity,

I want to see a world from the window,
A world which starts its day with a smile,
A world which ends its days with a thanks to the Almighty,
A world which sleeps at night in a tuneful song,

Here lies a poet dead
Here lies a poet dead,
After going through deep melancholy of life
In the bed of death
Sorrow doesn’t engulf the poet any more,
And silence takes him in its core,

The poet does not cry now,
The world mourns to lose a shining star,
Which always shined in all dark……
Who will come again to love? The sad world ponders
But I must come in the other form again to love
And compose beautiful poems
For my beautiful world that has shed its tears in my memory…..

A man of thoughts,
No more poetry he pens down
But he sleeps peacefully
In his grave,
And the grass grows green, the dew fallen upon
What a beautiful morning
To a poet,
We wakes up with the Mother Nature
The sun shines bright upon that,
And the poet smiles to feel all this
Over his grave
The birds sing their song
In the early morning
And the poet rests at peace for long

The stars like the little drops of rain twinkle,
In the sky…..
With a poet they all mingle
And the night hugs him tight
In its sweet dreams…..

I miss all the creatures,
As they gather near my grave to make a prayer
Their crying makes me sad,
But I can’t touch them
As I know that my soul is touching them…

Copyright © Pushkar Bisht 2013

Pushkar Bisht was born on the 26th of June,1985, in the town of Pithoragarh, the Queen of the Mountains. He now lives in New Delhi (India) , with his parents. Pushkar studies Philosophy, English Literature & Science in college.

Pushkar believes in forming deep and meaningful friendships across all age groups, and cherishes children and the elderly. He enjoys reading biographies of great men and women, because they inspire him and demonstrate how to face challenges of life with courage and determination. He regularly reads poetry and his writings allow him to share his inner thoughts and feelings with others.

Nature is one of Pushkar's most influential teachers. Through his observations of the natural world, Pushkar has learned to treasure every moment and to find happiness in even the smallest things in life. He is an extremely simple man who believes silence is the pathway leading to God. Pushkar embraces the small joys that come to him because they show him how to truly rejoice in the big joys that come unexpectedly.

Pushkar Bisht’s poetry is drawn from his observations of the world around him. He takes inspiration from the simple, and often routine, events of everyday life, and from the relationships he forms with family, friends and casual acquaintances. He is touched by the plight of people who are less fortunate than he, and this is clearly reflected in his work.

Bisht often breaks the rules of poetry. However this is done intentionally, in order to appeal to readers from all walks of life. As with most poets, Pushkar’s personal beliefs and values mould his thought patterns, and he creates a variety of visual images with his carefully chosen words and phrases.