देर रात में सुनसान रास्ते से दफ्तर से अगर लौटेगी
तो भला, तू लड़की कैसे कहलाएगी ?

सीने पर कपड़ा, आंखो पर कफ़न लिए घूमेगी
तो तू सही मायने में एक लड़की कहलाएगी।

उंगली न जले तो उंगली चाट चाट कर कैसे खाएगी
नहीं तो, तू लड़की कैसे कहलाएगी ?

स्वादिष्ट सब्जी और गोल रोटी बनाएगी
तो तू सही मायने में एक लड़की कहलाएगी।

सैलाब के डर से तू साहिल से दूर भागेगी
तो तू लडकी कैसे कहलाएगी ?

नींद पूरी न हुई हो फिर भी जल्दी उठेगी
तो तुम सही मायने में एक लड़की कहलाएगी।

- सिप्रा

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कितना कठिन है अनुवाद करना
तुम्हारे चुप्पी में छुपी लफ़्ज़ों को
जो प्रेम की भाषा बोलते है
और मैं ठहरी अनपढ़ ।

शरीर के भितर हृदय
अपनी गति भूल गया मानों
ध्वनियों की शिखर पर
तुम्हारा नाम पुकारा गया हो।

पिछली बारिश में बूंदे
जब छुएं थे अंतिम बार
तुम्हारे स्पर्श की आभा लिए
इंतजार में बैठा है मन।

बड़ा विचित्र है ये रंगमंच
जहां अन्य कलाकार
अपने भूमिका में व्यस्थ है
और नायक पर्दे के पीछे खड़ा है।

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Who said it 'novel coronavirus '
Not nasty coronavirus .

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My rotten relic
Is six feet under
Grave is my synonym
And death is my hymn
My morgue is the souvenir
Of the ghosts that live
In my palms.
Beneath my cemetery
There echoes a dead silence.
Proceeding my land
There lies my lies
In artistic mosaic
Ascending the mortuary,
Some are dropped
On the way
Some are kept
Under my Graveyard.

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There are two types of readers :
One who reads the writings
Other who reads the writer

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The midnight

My nib stucked at qu-
Before it could write qu-it
To complete 'I quit'
At sharp 12
The ink got spilled
Over my skin
And caused blemishes
Excruciating epidermis
Capsules of consternation
Got soaked in screams
The ink blots
Were blood clots
The treacherous trenches
Reeked of rotten memories
Inside the heart
And in between this
The urge to write poetry
Became less than
The urge to write suicide note.

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Wickets begin to fall
one after another
The ray of hope
Is about to shatter.

A man walks in
With stars in his eyes
Those roars are restored
On him the victory lies.

Sixes and fours
Hit spontaneous
Trophy is with the one
Who is the most courageous.

- Sipra

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"the moon in her eyes reflect a beam on my retina ", he said.

// Read the caption //

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Who am I ?
I'm a withered page
From a ripped off diary
Which Carries
'Hi' and 'Goodbye'
In the same sentence
& You are a comma
The pause after morshels of mourning
The sigh after a big relief
& When comma and apostrophe
Fall in love
It isn't romance
It is catastrophe.

I'm an introduction
To any memoir
On the cadence of cadaver
& You are a phrase
'to be continued'
When we are placed together
It isn't attachment
It is hope.

I'm a high tide that hits
Your bay
At every fullmoon night
& You are a serene sea
Whenever sea and storm meet
It isn't embrace
It is hurricane.

- Sipra

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To be a part / depart

Trust me,
Those tears were heavier
Than of all the life's loads
With a coating of mascara
'mascara tears'
The splendid suns were
The clumsiest clouds
In disguise
The clouds with which
We made our pillow
And the four walled abode
Reverberated with
The chime of door hangings
And jazz music , alternatively
Those slices of pizza
Were puzzled
To be a part
Or, depart.

- Sipra

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