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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Thursday, June 14, 2012
Kyun
Kyun roke hue hu mai swaym ko,
Kyun bandhi hui hu moh ke dor se,
Kab tak swaym ko paraya karti rahungi dusro ke liye,
Kya mera koi auchitya nahi hai.
Kaisi raat me soi hai meri chetna.
Ab to jaago bhor hui hai,
Nadi ki kalkal shor se jagi hai,
Chidiyo ki chahchahat se asmaan bhi,
Mand mand muskura raha hai.
Baheliyo ka ek jhund us oud se aaraha hai.
Parantu,
Swachhand man ke shor se o bhi dara dara hai.
Aaj mera mann bhi abhimani bana hua hai,
Sare bandhan tod,inhi panchhiyo sa gunguna raha hai.
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