ज़िन्दगी
मोमबत्ती की बुझी लौ से उठते धुँए सी उड़ती
टपकते आंसू सी नमकीन
पसीजे दिल की आह सी
दर्द भरी सी लगती है ।
Saturday, March 8, 2014
The Moment ...
And so it came
unceremoniously
sans reason
sans direction
as naturally
as the day breaks
as a bud blossoms into a flower
as sweet juice fills the core of an apple on the tree
and so without the rooster's cry
without the herald's announcement
it came
the anticipated moment...
the moment most anticipated...
:)
ज़िन्दगी
कुछ फैली हुई सी
इधर उधर
तित्तर बित्तर
कुछ कम कुछ ज्यादा खर्च हुई सी लगती है ।
सिमटने की चाह में
कुछ रूठी कुछ बुझी हुई सी लगती है ।
कुछ फैली हुई सी
इधर उधर
तित्तर बित्तर
कुछ कम कुछ ज्यादा खर्च हुई सी लगती है ।
सिमटने की चाह में
कुछ रूठी कुछ बुझी हुई सी लगती है ।
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Borrowed Self
Search Life: Enter,
Is anything missing?
Shall we flip pages through other's lives?
Let's find meaning somewhere,
or let's cry others are superfluous!
Search purpose of life: Enter,
let's kill masses with thoughts and actions!
By the way, who are we in truth?
Why bother? Others are untrue anyways!
Let's put the self together,
Shall we borrow mortar from others?
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
O' Love!
I should have let you grow inside me,
invisible to the public eye,
unspeakable,
untraceable,
silently,
serenely,
like the silver streams of moonlight
visit the courtyard,
I should have kept you safe there,
like a jewel precious to a goddess,
I should have left you there,
to fill my entire being
with your mesmerizing presence...
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