The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!
Writing on leaves,the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Read the full poem 'The Drops of fog' here.
"Heart whispers through the voices lost in silent winds of solace." "Never heard the Whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones." "In the lost tranquility, i still breath of unanimous trails towards peace." "Writing on leaves, the drops of fog, some poems of life, about smiling and blossoming, love in the eyes." "Written on her…
Writing on leaves, the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Escaping from the arms of clouds,falling to the surface of grounds,it cools the heat all around. Scattered onto the soil,it asks for an another life.a life of time, for a lifetime,nothing it says, but denies.
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And asks quietly,Whether you’re,what you areor not?? When not heard,It stays where it belongs,Like a snail in its shell.
कितने दूर है, न जाने कहाँ है, मेरी क़िस्मत के तराने, किस गफ़लत में गुम है । न कोई आस, न उम्मीद में है, वो दूर कहीं ख़ुद ख़ाक में गुम है । एक प्यास जो इधर लिए बैठा हूँ, जिस तड़प में मन हिरण बन फिरता है । क्यूँ रात भी…
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.
Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,
Staring, the filled sky with grains,
Glittering in the nights.
He beseeches for a masterpiece.
Stays somewhere, little ashes of thoughts, dawning in the middle of some stray stars, alone but surrounded, by meaningless bushes of burdens.
अब कहाँ विकट अँधेरे में,
उजाले ढूंढ़ा करते हो ।
फिर आश बढ़ा उन लासों में,
इन्सानियत ढूंढ़ा करते हो ।
बुनियाद बानी थी फूसों की,
महलों को ताका करते हो ।
फिर आज घने अँधेरे में ,
राहों को देखा करते हो ।