Endless grief buried deep
Shapes of dreams got a flip
Asked for an autumn, but got a Loo.
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I have no words
No words to condoleno words to utterto reveal the intensityof painful wavesthat surge withinon hearing yoursad demisebefore one could imagineor apprehend ofa farewell unwanted.
Kal se
pata nehin kyun…Isse pehleAisa kabhi nehinhua karta thajab suraj nikal rahathaaur panchhia chun chun kargaane ga rahe the,tab mujheSone ko ji karta hai.Jab chand aasmaan parubhar ta rehta thaaur kumud yahan nichebar bar sadiyan badalti thitabhi mujheronaa aa raha hai.Pata nehin kyunAaj aisa ho raha hai..Kisse puchhunye mujhe hua kya hai?kisse jaanuye mera kaisa halat…
ତୁମ ଆଖି, ଓଠ,
ଗୋଲାପୀ ଚିଵୁକ ଧାରେ-କେବେ ଭରିଥିଲଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁ ରରଙ୍ଗ ସେ ଆଇନା ରେ ।।ସବୁତକ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନମୋ ଛାତି ତଳରଯେଉଁ ଠାରେ ଲାଖି ଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେ କବରୀସମୟ ଝଡ଼ ରଆଘାତ ରେ ଖୋଲା ଖୋଲା ।।
Like most powerful kings
Our king had a linenfor dialects foreign, alienbut spoke native on special days, to bless.His courtiers were wiseHe need not be.They thought for himand planned or did decideeverything, kept Him free.He had all that to fostera dose of marijuana each hourto keep him actively forgetwhat he must not do or have soughton this mundane life,…
Here is the holy moment,
to render joy of colour.
The darkness wears a wicked gaze
lurks panicked heart to wince.