Author Archives: Nikhat Bano

About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

An Imperial Ghost

I think it was some ghost of yesteryears,
knocked on the doors of worshippers;
A centuries old, grudged spirit had come alive,
concocted horror and rage to live and thrive.

Carved was the year and the place on his firearm,
that day, the spirit had recalled the dead past,
smeared his hands playing bloody game twice.
With his insane moves put the groups to sacrifice.

For sure, you’re not the Roman, they were not the Ottomans,
we’re mere strugglers in life’s terrible grind, we’re humans;
Following an obsolete book of diatribe,
you decided the fate of fifty poor lives.

Crescent and cross can’t harmonize in a bloodbath,
can’t thrive ensuing mayhem amid unaware stalwarts;
You can’t purge souls as per your whims and fancies;
For the peace to prevail we need to mend our fences.

Copyright © March 2019 DrNikhat Bano All rights reserved

Woman: An Adroit Heiress

Knock softly on a woman’s heart,
it has delicate and simmering walls;
Her heart is a flare in an ice case,
she’s passionate but in wise ways.

She’s neither a frozen lake of salt
not an entity buried in a numb vault;
A proud owner of a pulsating heart,
she’s a pioneer of a predestined task.

Owning or disowning her is out of question,
her existence swipes earth and heaven
Someone who has been created by design,
who are we to laud her or to malign?

Get her glimpse in a placid lake and in a whirlpool,
See her mild and ruffled resonance in each brook
Praise your Lord that she’s in your each strife.
Praise your Lord for a woman in your own life.

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Dear Hope!

Oh Hope! Perch on my soggy bench,
I’m all poised to fly with you,
in the sky of eternal desires,
with the wooly fleece in the vast blue.

Wait a moment, I think……
You doubt my very footing.
Though I was a pushover all my life,
yet I’m honest in staging.

Your stopover might save a soul,
from the swamp it’s struggling with,
you may light a damp spirit,
whose glitter is hidden under filth.

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O My Solitude!

The night has put a halt on each impulse,
in this dark city lane,
all souls are resting at this hour,
in their safe haven;
But this solitude is awake with me,
wandering on this brick lane.
O Solitude! Join me to see the daybreak,
at the end of this pain.

You’re invincible I know
nobody can influence you,
Ieaning against this wall
I’m looking for some solace and pity;
Lemme, walk beside you
in this unfamiliar, exotic city,
as two staggering lunatics
strolling round the city.

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Paint Me Red

Before I knew you, My Love!
Cold and frozen was my soul;
Dawn stayed away from me
and distant sky was my only abode.

In pursuit of your love I roamed alone,
toiling in the time in earth’s zones;
Pray, paint my world all red,
and fuse divine peace into amourous storm.

Be my valentine each day, O My Wooer!
No one can ascertain a day for an admirer,
A true love is just luck and can even befall,
on any eclipsed day from the pale lips of a lover.

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February 14, 2019.

My Days of Yore

In the days of yore,
what else one could ask for;
During those moments of ours
you were just mine and I was yours.

They were neither more nor less,
those days were fearless as well;
Let us stop for a while and ponder,
What was that, that kept us closer?

My advancing steps turn wise,
often gets slow sometimes,
to look back and to see beyond,
hope can move mountain they reckon.

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February 8, 2019.

Man – A Curtain Raiser

A few steps down this thick fog,
an amazing element is waiting for me;
I’m ready to catch you up, O life,
won’t care what’s offered to me.

I’m aware, it isn’t you behind all,
It’s a power unseen behind this clog;
Here, each one is predestined,
you’re just a blockage of my road.

I’ll walk through you to your dismay,
watch my commitment, my obligation;
Will prove a man’s superiority
over all heavenly creations.

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My Three Sentiments


This stoic world seems an end of all pathways wise,

was coerced into this labyrinth by the wily will of mine;

Contemplating in the middle of nowhere, alone I’m,

where do I chime in better, with the veiled passion or shrill stoicism.

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December 27, 2018.

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Pray, don’t open these sanguine shells of annihilation,

the walking dead will ask the reasons of their cessation;

The ledger spirits, howling inside, will tear its readers,

you’ll be wounded by the rain of their shrapnel showers.

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December 13, 2018

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The day is banal, the person is sophomoric,

belongings are basic, concoction is average;

Yet, there’s rareness in this customary existence,

love for kinship has given her lavish leverage.

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December 28, 2017.

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