Firefly
Singers, songwriters sing to me
so surreal is a thought of thee,
and there's a firefly set on loose
and it whispers to me to see...
I watch it flying here and there
Though it wants to land nowhere
I try to catch it, I must, I must;
Lest it should burn my Everywhere.-
अपनी कलम के साथ, आज फिर एक बार मैं
बैठा हूं गुमशुदा, अपने आप कि तलाश में
निरंकार लक्ष्य को खो चुके जीवन की आस में
जी रहा हूं मैं, " काश " कि प्यास में
एक अवर्णिया वर्णन लिखता जा रहा
मैं अपने ही मन से भिड़ता जा रहा
मैं कल और काल को कोसता जा रहा
मैं अपने ही आप में खोता जा रहा
मैं खुद की अनुभूति ही ढूंढ रहा हुं
भूतकाल की भूति को भूल रहा हुं
भविष्य की भूभुक्षा नही है मुझमें
बस एक " काश " की आस मैं चूम रहा हुं।
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I'll end this poem, again a lousy one
18 years it's been, did I play the good son?
Did I play the good friend ?
Or am I just going to end ?
I got it all, Life ! maybe some to go
Writting kills time. Is it so ?
There are poems which only rise
If given the push or when the poet dies
Well ! I'm no writer, I seek nothing above
But yes I wish for nothing but her love
I wish for my parents and pals to be
there with me until I can see...
My world so cruel as lovely it is !
Life I've got , what else to kiss !-
Yes ! My love, I know you're reading
in ink with pen, my pen you're leading
My poems can't pen you and I - " we "
I guess it's true I'm not worthy of thee
But how I wish you...how childish it is
I express too much and you hate all this
What to do! What else can I ?
We are friends tell me is it wrong if I ?
adorned you or dreamt of you
Guess we both loved and love just, ' you '
Wished us if we could ever be ' a thing '
But what good to you or me will it bring ?
I think I've said enough, but hey ! darling
Can we still be one? What do you think?
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Friends!
Say, " what good does it bring to you all !
To be friends with me ? It's your call !
You all know what Mummy don't
You all know what Papa won't
My darkest side, fears and tears
I've showed you all, all these years
Thus I hush, push you all when I'm sad
Then the next moment you say -
Don't fu** with your dad
My life is a canvas, you it's hues
No matter how much ...I can't clear your dues-
Hey Ma ! Papa ... May I ask you?
Give me a reason to believe
That whatever I'll be, Whatever I'll do, you won't leave
Whatever happens, you won't leave,
Whatever I give, However I'll live, you won't leave
I ask you all this, but I believe, You won't leave
It's all for you, for you I live
None for none! But for you I live
My love for you In words I'll weave
Your world I'll weave
Until I live, swear I won't leave-
You know yaar , what I've learnt
There are as many writers
as less readers there are
I don't know how many more
Poems in me are left
I've said, confessed, wrote it all
Whatever words that I kept
But now my pen whispers to me...
Not many days to ink are left-
I wallow in woe, that's why I write
On white in ink, I light my plight
I'm no writer, who'll reach some height
I see no future, I've got no sight
But this poem ? Why do I write ?
2019 I gave my pen a shot
See ! What I'm today,
Look ! what I've got !
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Why I write ?
Love, pain, flowers, friends
poems, parents, life and death
dreams, reality, past and future
sweet or wild, whatever that eats me
Every little thing I write .-
Revenge raise flowers of regrets and rage
She that night broke her cage
Human at times can't tame his evil
And so he too can't tame his ill
In pious daylight was she lured and hunt
In cornered shed her skin was burnt
Her brother unaware, out of town
When heard of it he can't more frown
He went blind it became all red
Her culprits next night, were all dead .
He recalled the days of his past
When for weeks all they did was fast
How he toiled in sugarcane farms
For her Dabi, he never begged alms
He sent her there even he was unaware
He was fourteen for him it was fair
Carrying her crips corpse he cursed
Every God he knew, what else to worse
To be continued...-