
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, May 29, 2010
Mere liye hi churai hai

Kuch lamho se chunkar lai hai,Ye jindagi,tujhe mere liye hi khudse churai hai..
Tere saanso ki vo shararte thi,jo tere hotho se hokar mujhe istarh bhingoti thi..
Aaj bhi tera ek khayal,mujhe baadlo se bundo ki tarah girata hai,Najane istarah,kitne sehrao ki pyaas bujhata hai..
Jindagi ki sau parchhaiyo me tera ek saaya,mere sang harpal chalta hai,jo meri aankho me aaine ki tarah jalta hai..
Kisi shaam ka noor ho to khudpar odh lena,kal subah ki pahli kiran se aakar meri madham jindagi ko roshani dejana..
to raat ko sardiyo ki os banker meri pyaas bujha dena,
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