भरोसा रख ऐ दिल ख़ुद पर और ज़िन्दगी पर -- ये संघर्ष के दिन भी बीत जाएँगे । खुल जाएँगी सड़कें एक बार फिर उनपर लोग वापस उमड़ आएँगे । हो जाएगी चहल-पहल फिर से इर्द-गिर्द दोस्तों के साथ मिलकर हम फिर जश्न मनाएँगे । दुनिया में आना और दुनिया से जाना… Continue reading ये संघर्ष के दिन भी बीत जाएँगे
Category: Poetry
I am Life
I am that thought That has not been thought before I am that feeling That has not been felt before The realms that lie above and below-- Unexplored-- To those places I reach Following a path never taken before. Those who expect me to continue to be That which I was yesterday Will never… Continue reading I am Life
Illusions
As far as illusions go This one was deep and strong Despite my thirty something years I wasn't prepared for this to go wrong. What seemed like profound silences Pregnant with feelings of love Turned out to be mere voids of time In search of another joke or pun. What seemed like long… Continue reading Illusions
लगता नहीं ग़म से डर
लगता नहीं ग़म से डर डर इस बात से लगता है कहीं खा-खाकर ठोकरें यह दिल पत्थर का ही न बन जाए देखो इस चमन में यारों हैं गुल भी कई बुलबुल भी कई पर कशिश अब इश्क़ में नहीं इतनी कि वस्ल-ए-गुम-ओ-बुलबुल हो पाए आज गोश-ए-गुल नाला-ए-बुलबुल के लिए तरस गए आज… Continue reading लगता नहीं ग़म से डर
एक कविता जन्म लेती है
जब भी अन्तःकरण में एक कविता जन्म लेती है आकर चुपके से वो मेरे कानों में कुछ कहती है
Like a pebble in my shoe
Your thoughts got lodged in my brain Like a tiny pebble in my shoe And now I can't think of anything else No matter what I do. It's like when you are walking down the street And you know something hurts your foot This pesky little pebble is big enough to notice But small… Continue reading Like a pebble in my shoe
An Ode to My Street Dogs
Oh dear dog on the street Barking away in the dead of the night At the empty space beside that quiet tree Pray tell me What is it that you see That I can't see? When I wake up in the middle of the night To you and your friends Howling at an invisible… Continue reading An Ode to My Street Dogs
The Essence of Things
Very often I find myself Chasing after forms Yet empty handed I always end up Where am I going wrong? A racing Jaguar on the street Makes my my mind run at top speed A beautiful house on the way Makes me want that also for me A handsome face in the crowd… Continue reading The Essence of Things
Skeletons in my closet
Tucked away carefully, behind all my embellishments, are some skeletons from the past, threatening to expose their ugly heads...
Out of sync
How could it be possible for two people to be so completely out of sync...
Nehaan 