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roaring spring sea
the wild geese returns
on a lute of streams
a nostalgia
Like lone moon fighting with darkness
I wander whole spring searching your marks.Like crisp night resting peacefullyLike candle lights burning the agonyI melt within my skin.Like thunderstorm freezing everythingLike waterfall cutting the edgesI fall for worldly sinsLike rising sun with exuberant energyLike flower bloom under nature’s careI make fresh beginningBy God’s graceBy sheer courageI owe happiness to my friends..
Mai sukoon ki talash me, Aasmaa ke chakkar laga aaya
Jo dekha maine apna dil, Sukoon baitha tha kone meDimag ne ye kaisa shosha chhoda, Badan ko mai ghuma laga
Ay raaste, zara manzil ka pata de
Kya koi bhi kabhiTujh pe chala haiKya kisi raahi ne kabhi tujh ko chuna haiKya hua uska jo tujh pe bedha haiAy raaste bata de zara……Manzil ka mujhe tu bhale na kuch hi khabr karRaah ki takleef se mujhe kuch nahi lenaBus raahi ki chalk a mujh ko bata deTu bhi yahan, mai bhi yahanNa…
चोट लगती रही ज़ख्म खाते रहे
दाग़ लगने दिए न बुराई के हमदामन अपना सदा ही बचाते रहेमुश्किलों से भी तो हमने खेला कियादर्द को भी तो अपने दबाते रहेआप की बेरुखी से न बेचैन हुएचैन से आपको भी मनाते रहेसोच अपनी जहाँ से मुख़तलिफ़ ही सहीमुत्तफ़िक़ी के सबक हम सीखते रहेचोट लगती रही ज़ख्म खाते रहेज़िन्दगी के मज़े भी उठाते…
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जब मैंने दिल की गहरायिओं को टटोला
और लगी खोजने मेरी आशाउन गुलाबी पत्तों कोजो हमारी प्रेम की शाख से कहीं गिर गएउन बर्फीले तूफ़ान मेंजब हमारे रिश्ते जमे हुए थेThis is a translation of the poemLost LilacbySanjukta Nag
Are you in that little paradise,
waiting for butterflies to arrivea kite to fall from sky and run with urchin to catchand you cheering from behind to go get it….Or hanging in the same gardenwhere the shrine of virtue has been placed in your honour,and upon which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?to become larger than life and obey…
hope, like bamboo grass
in thick, thin of life
Those who complain every time that
People are selfish, they are helplessthey are the best yet always feeling unrest.They get bogged by other’s successUnable to accept the facts and digestfor them writing poem is another testSkills are limited yet mouth is farthest.They claim to be courageousbut when comes the situation they disappearthey wait for the correct situation to reappearthey make valor…
We keep peddling the empty promise
to soothe the wounds of the heartHeart respites no mercy until the bitter end.We innocently try to fill our heart with loveEye accumulates tears furthermoreTo relieve this pain of sufferingWe indulge in mindless meditationLife seems totally disorientedWith no understanding just thoughtsIt is kind of waking up from deep sleepWhere the life passes through a distant…
Life is a cruel teacher
The seventy years old manWho does the shoe polishingFor his livelihoodAt the age when people could barely walkAnd Talk he can move so swiftlyThis old man without any teethWithout any hairsYet shine in his eyesAnd scattered musclesWith overgrown skinYet his eventful eyesFilled with tearsCan tell youHow cruel the world isAnd how materialisticHis own kids areAnd…