TechYukti blog - Technology & Reviews in Hindi

A cold wind blowing from China, Whispering the first doom of the third millennia. As it seeps through every stronghold, Fills every lung with gloom, invisible stranglehold. Winter comes for Europa. From Atalanta to Valencia, It freezes Germania. New bane of Reino de España. Not-so-Great Britannia, Au revoir Republic of Francia. Midnight falls in America As the ships sailed to California,

An old movie playing in your head. As your are humming, and missing what you had. A scenery of abandoned bed. A ghost is sleeping, dreaming among the dead. Then cut to scene, to a rundown shed. Something is dancing, shivering. A vague dread. A letter and broken pencil lead. Unfinished writing, spilled ink, colored in red. A history, story, filled with regret. On your cheek, rolling. Falling,

Empty, an empty city. An assembly of vanity. Hungry, yes I am hungry. In your land, your land of plenty. Unfamiliarity. Gluttony, consumes me slowly. Funny, you were part of me. Sadly, a goodbye finally. Farewell, I am so sorry. Before I am no longer me. Sing, let's sing beautifully. This memory, of tragedy. Moving Skyline. Photo by Rohit Tandon on Unsplash Note: Have you ever

An eternal serenade. In between prayers, it resonates. Angels' hearts, it captivates. Near the heaven's gate, reverberates. And yearning for an alternate, but no match against cold fate. Dripping at an alarming rate, then your sadness, dissipates. Soul Mnemonic. Photo by Tim Umphreys on Unsplash Note: It is a poetry about remembering lost loved ones. In the grand scheme of things,

An inverted bravery, perhaps I was not meant to be. As far as I can not see, with me in a quandary. An unhappy scenery, abruptly I am so sorry. My life in your memory, but an old tree, you stand firmly. On your horizon shiny, a colored thread, silvery. Flying beautifully, your leaves scatter infinitely. Travel east, the air heavy, with your worries beyond the sea. On the horizon faintly, a

Hello, I couldn't help but overhear that lately you've been feeling hollow. Routine feels empty, you fizzle, disappear. Perhaps days move too fast and you can not flow. You have them around, companions without ears, perhaps you found them too dull, too shallow. You ask me what should you do? Well, honestly I don't really know. Will it get easier? I think so. What I did do, burst of

Stand there, with your hand against your face, under the teak tree. Count to ten, I dare you not to peek while we seek refuge, a place you can not see. As you count from one, then two, then three. We disperse away from you, in a hurry. Try to not make any sound So we will not be found easily. Four and five, and six. And loudly you asked if we're ready. Chaotic, we flee from your voice of

It was the last day of May that you told me to wait and for me to have faith, that one day, a reverse goodbye. Back then I asked why did you have to be away anyway? I questioned if we would be okay. Asking a compromise, perhaps just until next Sunday? I pleaded that you'd always stay. But alone, you need time to retrace your own way. Despite your absence, I promise that I will not sway. Today

A beauty, buried underneath layers of mystery. Far down below unnoticed, undiscovered, Her life is a history and now her body merge slowly With the earth, resting peacefully. A beauty, among the deep dimmed galaxies. Up above million miles, beyond unreachable, She shines endlessly, carries on carrying ancient memory, And a wisdom, only for me to see. A beauty, scattered in the air, floating

Glory to your brain movie, Imagery vividly, playing backward, beautifully. A green backyard and a little creek, wet air, so fresh and so clean. Yellow sunflower enjoying morning sun shower and pretty fence in between the trees and the fallen leaves under a tiny pond with countless ripples. And your lover, with you, happily kissing. Yet blurry behind the watery screen, a figure, a scene from

Evening passing Orange T glowing One eye shining - Two eyes piercing Tires shrieking Braking - Braking Left turnings - Right crossings Red yellow green Lights fading Black thickening Bodies crashing - Heads spinning Horizon sparkles - Big Dipper glitters And then nothing You're whispering I am listening Your voice's waning And then nothing A traffic accident memorial somewhere near my home

Inconvenient ambiance, ever since you give me the silent treatment. My soul is turning foul the longer I cannot hear your howl. Trickling time, passing listlessly, stabbing pains, I'm dying slowly. Looking through your rhymes, seeking for hints of when you'll be returning. Restlessly checking for the phone to ring, only to find nothing. But I'll be waiting. Mazed. Photo by Victor

Chirping under the mango tree Reverberating, the distance sea Syncing then forming a glee I screamed yet you still couldn't hear me? Stopping suddenly The crickets, how quickly do they flee No trace of lights, the sky is empty Please don't go silently? Slowly turning the key Stepping in, in harmony The floor's creaking almost too quietly She did hear me, didn't she? Do you like this poem