Marvel at the moon. Who guards the night Exudes peace and solace A testimony to silences Encompassing Humanity,Nature, beings Spreading silvery shine Seeking sleep.
Paves the way to meditation In trance When one plays with 'swaras' Like a poet with words, Turning mellow, frenzied, Aggrieved Or in glee Displaying inimitable Shades of connoisseur A surrender to Lord In supplication As a morning treat!
जो उसने पढ़ा और पढ़ा भी नहीं क्योंकि निरुत्तर रहा मजमून तो किया आत्मसात पर किया ना उसका विवरण गुस्ताख़ी ऐसी कि खत को रखा भी नहीं, ना संभाला खत हुआ जीर्ण जीर्ण दिल हुआ टुकड़े टुकड़े।
When the hearts are warm When the spirits are high Let's celebrate Shakespowerana! When April is the month When spring is the time Let's celebrate Shakespowerana! It's the birthday of the bard With the promise in our hearts Let's cheish him all along Let's celebrate Shakespowerana!
There was a man named Shakespeare Through his bald head he created king Lear I wanted to marry one Just like him someone But to marry a bald head, Oh dear!
Forgiveness for mistakes Known and unknown Done inadvertantly and Deliberately. As a child and when I grew Needless to say We are never aware of Our mistakes.
Warmth of awareness Not winterish coldness For my humble poetry. // // Sincerity of heart Contentment of soul To nourish my efforts Not silence and Disapprobation.