Tuesday 26 July 2016


5 AM

5 AM
Is a bad time
To pause and reflect.
To look yourself
In your dead,
Tired eyes,
And consider the
Utter meaninglessness
Of all your work,
Of all your blood
And sweat
And tears:
Your time invested
In a mediocre masterpiece
Slated for a
Most imminent
Destruction.

Yes, 5 AM
Is a bad time
To realize
How much you care
About yourself:
Your grades,
Your life,
Your ambitions,
Your momentary,
Unimportant
Experiences
In this vast,
Vast world.

To wonder
When you became
So self-absorbed,
And to wish
It were not so,
That it wasn't late,
And you weren’t tired,
And life wasn't so
Unreasonably difficult.

Then again, 5 AM is a bad time to be awake in general.
You should go to sleep.



Saturday 30 April 2016






Bumblebee





See the world like a bumblebee,

where everything is small.

Fight the world like a bumblebee,

get back up when you fall.



Act as fast as a bumblebee,

counter those birds which try

to eat fellow bumblebees,

sting them and make them fly.



Don’t lost hope like a bumblebee

when badgers eat your nest.

Work your way through like a bumblebee,

and build it back with zest.



Learn to fly like a bumblebee,

Don’t let them pull you down.

Ignore their taunts just listen to

your own buzzing sound.



                    -Neel Jitendra Sattigiri









What keeps me alive?



The flame in me has turned to ice.

Cinders have turned to dust.

The will to go on seems to have

Gone with the racing gust.

Why do I feel, again and again that,

There will be no tomorrow?

And I will have to live today   

Shackled with chains of sorrow.



Even in this necrotic plague

 I am not yet dead,

I’m still looking ahead,

What’s keeping me alive?



In this mist, I’m standing still,

I’m losing my sight.

It’s taking everything from me,

Because I’m weak to fight.





It’s time I leave behind the pigeon,

And rise like a hawk,

Gain my strength back, become myself,

Whom no one dare mock.



Even though I am poisoned,

I am not yet dead,

My blood is still red,

What’s keeping me alive?



Life is just like a sine wave,

If you really do see.

There will be troughs and crests,

The latter is where we want to be.

Maybe, knowing that I can get back up

Is what’s keeping me alive.

So, instead of just thinking

I should start my strive.







So, now that I know that I am

Not yet dead,

Let me get up from my bed,

And work hard towards staying alive.



                                                    Neel J Sattigri







TEARS OF HAPPINESS







I know I’m happy, but I don’t know why,

there are tears in my eyes when i want to smile.

My heart beat has risen and it just won’t drop.

I don’t want to cry but these tears won’t stop.



There is nothing in this world that does scare

As much as the thought of you not being there.

I can’t control this thought no matter how much I try.

Sends chills up my spine but doesn’t make me cry.



When I think about all the arguments we’ve had,

I know I’ve been harsh but it wasn’t that bad.

Thinking we might fight does light a fear,

but I know we’ll be fine so I don’t shed a tear.



Sometimes I think about the lies I’ve told.

The weight on my heart increases tenfold.

I know though, there is nothing that I’ve tried to foist,

So I don’t cry even though my eyes are moist.



And then I think about us being together.

Living happily in our nest full of feathers.

I have your face right in front of me.

It’s blurred though as these tears won’t let me see.



The happiness fills me so much, it leaks through my eyes

Like small raindrops falling from the skies.

My heart beat has risen and it just won’t drop.

I don’t want to cry but these tears won’t stop.



                             -Neel Jitendra Sattigiri

Saturday 6 February 2016

With the River it goes

With the river it goes

On a cliff, in the mud, a small rock stands
Mocking the chasm behind, in which many fall.
The rock doesn’t know that it will soon stall
For there is something that fate itself demands.
The rock falls too, in the chasm below, beneath which a river flows.
Knowing not the path, knowing not the end, with the river it goes.

 Inside the river, caught in rapids, the mud is washed away
Accepts there is no way back, so it doesn’t yell
The rock doesn’t know how and why it fell
But there is something that makes it want to stay
The rock is down, with water around, inside the river which flows.
Knowing not the path, knowing not the end, with the river it goes.

The rock sees now, the fall was rough, it has broken apart
Shredded by the pain, all it can do is moan.
The rock doesn’t know that now it’s a stone.
But there is something that gives it a fresh start.
 Slow at first, but speeds up fast, through the river that flows.
Knowing not the path, knowing not the way, with the river it goes.

Amidst the wrath, of the river, it moves like a wraith
Neither floats nor sinks, thinks it may drown.
The stone doesn’t know if the river will lown,
But there is something that makes it keep its faith.
The stone hits the ground, jumps around, within the river which flows.
Knowing not the path, knowing not the end, with the river it goes.

Not a rock, not a stone, it’s a pebble now.
Has become streamlined, the currents now do no harm.
The water is soothing, the river feels calm,
And the pebble now knows exactly why and how.
The fall wasn’t rough, the rapids aren’t strong,
It’s the rock which has been rough all along.
That something which kept it going was love.
Which wasn’t there in the world above,
The pebble is at peace and loves the river with which it flows.
Knowing not the path, knowing not the end, with the river it goes.
-Neel J Sattigiri

It Froze Before My Eyes

It Froze Before My Eyes



It’s always winter where I come from,
And always darkness where I live.
Light, I can’t get in this storm.
Warmth, I can never give.
I was used to the dark,
The frost was fine with me.
Light, I never tried to seek,
Nor did it ever find me.
Then one night I saw a spark,
Such a beautiful sight.
I ran and ran through the dark
Towards the glowing light.

The closer I reached, the more I felt,
Both its heat and glow.
All the ice started to melt,
And my heartbeat went slow.
Reached at last, where it was lit.
Saw something I never desired.
Yet could not take my eyes off it,
Such was this warm fire.
Spent all my time in its warmth.
The best time I ever had.
Would talk to it for hours and hours,
And it would answer back.
Then suddenly, saw it freeze.
Went out without a shimmer.
Couldn’t see the light anymore,
Not even a single glitter.

Realised then, it wasn’t the flame,
But the frozen one was me.
Never was I meant for the light
So I should let it be.
Darkness is where I belong.
The frost itself is me.
Though bits of warmth I still can feel,
The flame I will never see.
Neel J Sattigiri

Sunday 11 October 2015

Instigation Of A Friendly War

Instigation Of A Friendly War

Ingressing a new group in my section divide.
For them information and treats was all I could provide.
Forgetting the services they were extracting from me,
their friendship and popularity were the things I would see.

My mind turned atrocious,
as worse as it could be.
For my friends oh so precious!!
a puppet,to repay their friendship fee.

I followed their wide feet toes.
A bodyguard with whom they would defend.
Couldn't last as friends but foes,
until the very end.

My mind still runs in past,
where I danced on their finger tips.
Couldn't break the ropes as fast,
till I cried to my miserably dried lips.

I am left alone Alas!!
In the very empty corner of my class.
In desperate search of the personality my body lacks.
Right next to a row full of their school sacks.

The thoughts of their oppression.
My heart,not wanting to go in depression,
crawled to my parents with complains to be filed.
But their answer was not more than just,
"that is peer pressure my child".


-Swara Sattigiri