Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving.

The pond,
the lake,
and the little lotus,
Everyone has a story,
some untold, some are weaving.

these stories are real,
like us,
but, they never share us,
like we never share ours.

They play,
they love, and they get hurt,
they feel broken and fight for their survival.

महसूस होती है ।।

वो जो इश्क़ में महसूस होती थी,
है कहीं जो जल रही है,
महसूस होती है ।।

अपनी अदालत में खड़ी होकर,
अपनी सजा की गुहार लगाती,
एक तड़प की तपिश भी,
महसूस होती है ।।

मैं के पत्थर तो नहीं शायद,
फूल का महज़ काँटा ही सही,
अपनी ही दिल में अपनी चुभन,
महसूस होती है ।।

रंगों बदन में मंझ रहा हूँ,
फिर भी दर्द से आहत हूँ,
वो एक टूटने का ग़म भी,
महसूस होती है ।।

फिर हम चलेंगे अंगारों पर कैसे,
इन रातों के अंधियारे में,
वो हर तरफ़ की आबोहवा,
जला रही है रात दिन,
महसूस होती है ।।

रिस रहा हूँ हर पहर,
अपने पाने की चाह में,
भिंग के जो तर हो जाऊँगा,
फिर बह चलूँगा राह में,
ये सोचता तो हूँ मगर,
हर सुबह भी रात सी,
महसूस होती है, क्या करूँ ?

©nawaab

Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving

The pond,
the lake,
and the little lotus,
Everyone has a story,
some untold, some are weaving.

these stories are real,
like us,
but, they never share us,
like we never share ours.

They play,
they love, and they get hurt,
they feel broken and fight for their survival.

The love story of pond and lotus
was famous until someone plucked off the lotus.

The toad and the lizard were good friends,
but they fought on eating an insect.

The walleye fish and the catfish,
in the lake, were in love,
until they were separated
and put in different aquariums.

African lily, in the garden,
was like a mother, for Camellia,
they got separated, for forever,
as Camellia died, due to lack of water.

The Juniper,
the Sequoia,
were oldest friends,
they lost each other when cut by the forest department.

They tell their stories,
they’re broken,
some stories never ended,
some are still weaving in the lap of nature.

Everyone has a story,
some untold, some are weaving.