Stillness of thoughts dispense nothingness
Poetry without essence leads to nothingness
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Sometimes I wonder
Colours like red, blue, green all occupiedYellow, brown and pink all well definedIs it a colour which no eyes have seen!Or is it that mind never perceivedI saw the colour of love in different shadesWhen a mother held her childThe colour was caressWhen father held it became protectionWhen teacher heldIt became learningWhen he went with…
क्या तुम नहीं जानते मेरी मनस्थिति को
एक निश्वर शरीर में मेरे तुमने ही दीप जलाया हैऔर लेकर के फिर इसकोतूफानों में चलने का हुक्म बताया हैकब तलक चलता रहूँ मै इन साँसों के सहारेये ज़िन्दगी मै जी रहा हूँ, लेकिन है ये नाम तुम्हारेक्या बताऊँ, क्या छुपाऊं,कुछ भी तो नहीं है बस में मेरेख्याल भी जो आये, उसे जानते हो तुमऑंखें…
The night cursed me with its power
As I struggle whole night fighting the devilWith the first morning light I realisedThat I am still alive
the mangled lamb must
will infect others
birdsong is sublime
melody conferred
trembling boat of life
reaches the island
Stillness of thoughts dispense nothingness
Poetry without essence leads to nothingness
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A tear silently left
dragged me to the windowto look at the dark night skyI felt her love deeper than everthe breeze brought backthe fragrance of lovedesire blossomed like the winter rosesI felt her love melting on my bodyand a lump rise in my throat,I felt the desire to meet her,I truly understood the meaningof this desire in her…
Who stole my dreams, who did this mischief?
neither the moon attracts me.This was my property, this was my treasureNow life will be difficult without this pleasure.Dream nights were to come by stealth,They know how much i’m waiting,To take me away from this world,Where there is no hatred or jealousyNo small or big by virtues of money.All the same, in thought, in heart…
storm removed the top
i am relived
by the chill dusklight
we plan for campfire
लहरों पर बैठकर आओगी तुम इस उम्मीद में
लहरों की मार खाता रहाजंगल से शायद गुज़रोगी तुमइस उम्मीद में मैं हर दरख़्त के पत्तोंपर नाम तेरा लिखता रहाप्यास से तड़पकर तुम शायदपानी ही पीने आ जाओ इस उम्मीद में मैंनदी बन बहता ही रहाबगिया में शायद तुम फूल लेने ही आ जाओइस उम्मीद में मैं भंवरा बनकलियों को फूल बनाता रहाउड़नखटोले पर सवार…
On the edge of time
Like the leaves in autumnTo give birth to the new onesI wonder on this cyclical processHow the world has evolved aroundGiving birth to umpteen dreamsThe raw one remains hangingTill it ripens and self-processesInto shining bringing the starsTwinkling all around