Chicku-my Baby


While going away from you
These thoughts came impromptu
I love you my lovely Chicku

Your purity and purity of Holy fire are akin
You are the most cute and innocent face
I have ever seen

I can listen to your jabbering gibberish
more attentively than any discourse
You are my happiness’ unfathomed source

From now on I will breathe in two bodies
One is mine and another is yours

In stories, I have heard that some
wizard had her life in a parrot,
but my life is in you
I love you my lovely chicku

I am a poet
I can untangle the most sophisticated
subjects without destroying its efficacy,
but I am unable to understand the
analogy of this bonding and intricacy per se

For which all words are insufficient
Going away from you means-
Subterranean trickling tears, pangs in heart,
an uneasiness ineffable.

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Lokendra Singh hails from holy city Ajmer. He is, an aspiring writer and a poet, a postgraduate in English Literature and a central Government employee, a spiritual seeker and an ardent reader, currently based in Lucknow. He had been in Bangalore from 2009 to 2014. He loves reading novels of Amitav Ghosh, Jhumpa Lahiri, Mahesh Dattani, Girish Karnad, and Manju Kapur and his favorite poets are Sri Aurobindo, Rabindra Nath Tagore, Swami Vivekananda, John Keats, William Wordsworth, A.K. Ramanujan, Arundhati Subramaniam, Tishani Doshi and Chandrama Deshmukh. He was inspired by poetess Arundhati Subramaniam to write a poetry. His poems and write-ups also published in several print and online publications, including websites like WWW.POEMHUNTER.COM, WWW.POETRYSOUP.COM, WWW.FORWARDPOETRY.CO.UK and magazines like Inspiration Unlimited" and "Nachiketanjali". One is the number one inspirational magazine and another is one among the top twenty spiritual magazine of India, according to speaking tree. Besides that he is having a personal blog- www.svlokendrasingh.blogspot.com and also writes blogs in speaking tree. He has done his schooling from an Arya Samaj school- Dayananda Bal Niketan Sr. Sec. School, Ajmer. His father's name is Ranveer Singh, who is a government employee in Agricultural department and his mother Prem Kanwar is a homemaker. His mother has a wonderful talent of composing devotional songs. His brother is Yogendra Singh, who is an aspiring entrepreneur, a writer, a mind trainer, a yoga practitioner and a memory guru. He also has a best selling book entitled 'Awaken The Great Potential Of Memory And Will Power' to his credit. He is a prolific writer. Her Sister Kusum Rathore presently lives in Oman. He loves his family a lot. He gets support from his family aw well for writing. He wed locked with Poonam Shekhawat on 08, May,2014. She is also a postgraduate in English Literature. She is also a blog-writer. Her Blog is- www.poonamshekhawat.blogspot.com and www.poonamdakshina.blogspot.com. She also inspires his husband to write a poetry. She also helps him in editing and rewording his poems and write-ups.
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