Poetry is, above all, a singing art of natural and magical connection because, though it is born out of one’s person’s solitude, it has the ability to reach out and touch in a humane and warmly illuminating way the solitude, even the loneliness, of others. That is why, to me, poetry is one of the most vital treasures that humanity possesses; it is a bridge between separated souls. So,let it fall on our faces and let us feel its sensation on our souls...
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Saturday, April 24, 2010
Teri Yaadein
Takiye ke tale ,chhipakar rakhe hai ,kuchh unkahe jajbaat
maine,
Thaam lena aakar kal ,pahli kiran se inhe,
Pahar hain,kb talak saath denge,
Beshudh pade palo ki tarah ,chupkese gum ho jayenge,
ki,
Waqt se ab haalat sambhalte nahi hai.
Bikhre hue kuch sapne mere,unko abtak sanjo kar rakha hai,
Jistarah, tumhari yaadon ke... tale lipti padi,os si komal kuch meri
shougaate.
han,istarah intejaar ko bhi panaah dekar rakha hai ……..
Chand shabdo me
Ham Mohabbat ko afsano me bataya nahi karte,
Chand shabdo me piroya nahi karte.
Ye to shabab hai jindagi ka,ae shaaki,
Ham yunhi tanhai ka lutf uthaya nahi karte...
Kaise kahde logo ko,ki ham tanha nahi,
Unhe ham mehfil mehfil sa najar aaya nahi karte.
Ham to deewane hai,dhup bin saaye ke,ki;
Mehboob mere sang sang hai,
Sare aam ye jataya nahi karte.
Umar hai,aur kuchh hamari aadaye bhi,
Mehfil me kuch najre jati to hai,
par kaise samjhaye un gair najro ko,
Har najar ko apna ham banaya nahi karte.
Aadtan Ishq hai,bada naasur,
Har zikar par unke shushk nam ho jaata hai,
ki,
jise samajhte hai apna katil,
khuda usse milaya nahi karte....
Chand shabdo me piroya nahi karte.
Ye to shabab hai jindagi ka,ae shaaki,
Ham yunhi tanhai ka lutf uthaya nahi karte...
Kaise kahde logo ko,ki ham tanha nahi,
Unhe ham mehfil mehfil sa najar aaya nahi karte.
Ham to deewane hai,dhup bin saaye ke,ki;
Mehboob mere sang sang hai,
Sare aam ye jataya nahi karte.
Umar hai,aur kuchh hamari aadaye bhi,
Mehfil me kuch najre jati to hai,
par kaise samjhaye un gair najro ko,
Har najar ko apna ham banaya nahi karte.
Aadtan Ishq hai,bada naasur,
Har zikar par unke shushk nam ho jaata hai,
ki,
jise samajhte hai apna katil,
khuda usse milaya nahi karte....
Easily Swayed
Whirliing memories,
Innocent lively
smiles,
Colourful sizzles,
And you,again Deja~vu.
I am easily swayed,
again and again.
Part of me compact from outside,
parted
and separated inside,
More than infinite times,
Whenever I thought
you..
That Death like pain swirled across,
Pain of
separation,
Inching me closer to death,
as time passed,
Ya...,I
am easily swayed,
again and again,
in your memories,
Feelings
irrevocable,
Love unconditional,
and Life unbelievable.
See,I
am easily swayed,
again and again....
like a ripple taking shape,
after
each fall of something hard,
but swallowed inside,at each
transformation....
ya guess I am easily swayed
again and again....
Friday, April 23, 2010
Space between life and sanity..
Water was flowing and I was struggling,
Between the space of life and sanity..
Suddenly, I sensed some touch of rain on my face…
Relating it with the time when I was in myself,
A Smile spread across my lips,
It was not so tough,
To smile today,
Not so tough to hide something,
It seems so easy, I was left alone , independently,
And I flowed like a liquid so swiftly…
Clouds of emotions were so clear today,
Sky seems to hold me with its warm touch
I left myself free to catch its fume,
And I can’t express ,
I was so softly letting myself
Dissolve in that aura of smile,
It makes me remember of that day,when,
I was lost in woods ,and
My father forwarded his hands
I hold his hands and ,
An innocent smile bloom on my lips..
Today the time has repeated itself,
But there were no more woods ,
There are just cobwebs of emotions
Which made me lost again,
and then a catch of raindrops
Wokeup me,as if inviting me to
Walk some steps wid them
And the rest followed
And again cloudless sky s here to hold me
And I smiled again,without any pain…
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