इस शहर से लगाव तो था,
कुछ आम सा, कुछ खास सा।
पर अब जो है कुछ जानलेवा सा, जब
मुलाकात होती है हमारी तमाम किस्सों से
इसके कुछ हिस्सों मे...
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Passionate about writing; love drawing.
A nature's worshipper
Jay Shri Krishna
I wish...
I wish I could paint
The fragrance of the moments
That held "us"; the gap
Between the warmth of
Togetherness and the
Deadly adieu.
I wish I could distinguish
Between the hues of
Old Acceptance and New Void.
I wish I could paint them all
In one canvas.
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इक आख़िरी ख्वाहिश
भरी महफ़िल थी
शाम भी इंतजार मे था
दीवाने तो मौजूद थे बहत
मेरी या मेरी कविताओं की,
ये तो उन्हीं को पता था।
तालियों से गूँजती रही शाम
मेरे लफ़्ज़ शायद दिल को छू रहे थे,
जो तुम होते उस महफ़िल मे
समझ लेते डगमगाते उन आसुओं को देख,
वो लफ़्ज़ मेरे महज़ लफ़्ज़ नहीं थे
दिल मे दफ्न उन ख्वाहिशें की
तड़प था, सिसक थी।।
वो आंसू है इंतजार का
ये जो रोज रोज ख्वाबों मे आते हो
दो बूंद मोती बन चुपके से बह जाते हो,
किसी रोज़ हक़ीक़त बन आ जाओ
ज़िंदगी मे नहीं सही, उस महफ़िल की
एक कुर्सी अपने नाम कर जाओ।।
भरी महफ़िल होगी,
और इंतजार भी कितनी हसीन होगी।।
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Blowing a gentle morning
To the wounded souls of the earth,
I wish and pray for their
Wound to heal and soul to revive.
Blowing a gentle morning
To the drowsy dreams of mine
I wish them to fly high to
The reality Opening their wings.
Blowing a gentle morning
To the dark night of sorrows
I wish them to fade with the
Shining rays of joy.
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O' Love!
I set you free for
I read somewhere
About true love..
But in the process I started
Losing You gradually..
Now, I am trying to own you
But quite in vain...-
"ଆଚ୍ଛା! କେବେ ଯଦି ମୁଁ ହଜିଯାଏ, ତୁ ଖୋଜିବୁ ମତେ?"
ଝିଅଟି ପଚାରେ ପୁଅ କୁ।
"ତୁ ହଜିବୁ କାହିଁକି? ଆଉ ଯଦି ହଜିବୁ ମତେ ଠିକଣା କହିଦବୁ, ମୁଁ ଯାଇ ପହଞ୍ଚିଯିବି ତୋ ହଜିବା ଜାଗାରେ", ପୁଅଟି ଆଖି ମିଟିକା ମାରି କହେ ।
ଝିଅଟି ମିଛ ଅଭିମାନରେ ମୁହଁ ଫୁଲେଇ ବସି ରହେ । କିଛି କ୍ଷଣରେ ଉଭୟ ଖୁବ୍ ହସନ୍ତି ମନ ଖୋଲି ପରସ୍ପରର ବିପରୀତ ସ୍ଵଭାବ ଉପରେ।
ହଠାତ୍ ଦିନେ ଉଭୟଙ୍କର ଠିକଣା ହଜିଯାଏ ; ଉଭୟ ପରସ୍ପର ପାଇଁ ଅଜଣା ପାଲଟିଯାନ୍ତି । ପରେ କୌଣସି ଜଣାଶୁଣା ଗଳିରେ ଭେଟ ହେଲେ ବି କେହି କାହାକୁ ନୂଆ ଠିକଣା ମାଗି ପାରନ୍ତି ନାହିଁ।-
Two Different Worlds
Two different worlds
We'll hold.
To each other's
We'll be strangers.
In Your's,
With every charming night,
You'll be enraptured by
Soothing breath of love,
Smiling at two dreamy eyes;
Unfolding love anew
Happy again forever, erasing
All those dreams you once painted.
In Mine,
I'll be sitting in Solitude, all by myself,
Perhaps with a book, a cup of tea-
The steam Turning my sight foggy.
No, no, not alone.
I'll be carrying those dreams-
Painted, all the time,
Not as reminiscence, for I'll
Still be living those dreams
To the end.
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Don't know
How would you discover;
May be through a phone call
From any stranger or
From any acquaintance.
Would you feel a pang of pain
That would run down to your stomach
And reach your eyes through
Your heart that belongs to me
And start to rain like a cloud?
Or, would you turn speechless
And sigh, or just mumble my name
In your shivering lips?
What you might be doing then?
May be making tea, or
Dusting your drawing room, or
Reading MY poems, or
Playing with your kids;
Would it be winter or rainy or spring?
I wish you would discover-
At a midnight,
When nobody could notice
The rain that you would drench in,
In a frozen winter season- that
"Dear, she is no more!"
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रोज मिलती हूँ
उस बारा साल की "खुद" से
जो आंसू छुपा लेती थी, चेहरे पे
परेशानी की निशाँ नहीं रखती थी,
सहमी सी रहती थी पर
किसीको भनक नहीं लगने देती थी
क्यूँ की वो खुद को समझदार समझती थी...
पूछा उसने आज मुझे
"क्या समझदार बन गयी तुम
जो दिल का डर सबको दिखा दी?
आँखों मे आंसू लिए कमजोरी दिखा दी?
कोई समझा?
नासमझ और मतलबी दुनिया मे
समझदारी बेवकूफ़ी होती है"
शायद उस बारा साल की "खुद"
काफ़ी समझदार थी...-