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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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Jamane Gujar Gaye
Halanki,unko dekh kar palti hi thi najar,
Mahsus ye hua,ki jamane gujar gaye.
Ek pal ke liye hamne palke kya jhukai,
Vo kisi aur najar ke kayal hi hogaye.
Jinhe sochte the sabse apna,
Vo pal me istarh paraye kar gaye.
Jab hamne samjha liya khud ko,
Rashte me hamare lautkar vo dubara aagaye.
Chah kar bhi ham unhe mana na kar sake,
Aadat se unki istarh tanha tanha hogaye.
Baaho me bhar liya us phul ko bhi,
Jiski kasak hame har katra chubha se gaye.
Fir bhi koi shikwa na kiya,unke har jajbaat ka khayal kiya ,
Hum istarh mohabbat unse bepanah kargaye...
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first two lines ...kaphi achi h
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