जो चौखट लाँघ परिंदा आज यहाँ से जाएगा, फिर झूठी-जूठी खाने को वापस न आने पाएगा, समय-समय जो आँखें खोले मूँद नहीं फिर पाएगा,
Few but all things will change, after this night of nightmares ends, the way we looked at the world and now we do, the death that seems new normal will haunt; the path we mustn’t have taken, the dread of death must have been stopped.
Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well being,She recitesAnd sole responsibility of hers,She believes,To seed happiness into lives of loved.O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birthIn human form,To set free the… Continue reading IF I POETISE A MOTHER..
The way she passed the bridge of my memory,I lost my way out of the senses.The lights of courage in me was diminished,Flaunted by the winds of first love. Her gaze of glitters stared at me,Like she holds secrecy of wings,A breath that dissolved in me,felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life. I hated being… Continue reading FIRST LOVE | REPOST
Flowers in the garden of god,the aesthetic, elegant mankind,flourished from one to the other,an infinity of beauteous nature. Somewhere, bestrewed with heavyLeaves of cruelty, sits some flowers,Covered in Bosky roots of hungerand poverty. In the brume of misery,they ask for nothing,but a mere questionof blooming,at odd time,at odd place,in odd conditions,is this life is given… Continue reading The Dirty flowers in the garden of God
For the regeneration of life,A nap in the lap of nature,a medicine, a therapy it is. For all of our worries,For a frustrated, an irritated mind,a disturbed soul, and a fast beating heart,A nap in the lap of nature,Is the cure, a medicine, a therapy it is. For a life, you beg for,The calmness,the peace… Continue reading Poetry Repost | A Nap in the Lap of Nature |Environment Day
These mountains, a solid architecture,a life with the green canvas, all over it,like a bold green flesh, raised by the sun,the summers, winters and spring passing,it stays still, never complaining, about anything. In summers, Sun melts him, like fire vomiting dragon,his little trees and plants die due to illness,lack of water causes death to beloved… Continue reading The beauty of Life