For those, Who seek Rhythm in their Life
Should simple things be done sans reflection,
or poured on 'til they appear crumpled.
Should vexed matters be left in dejection,
or done hurriedly in a state o' rumpled.
Months pass sans matter, Matter passes too,
soon forgotten in the gyre of memory.
till an idle Tuesday night brings it anew,
The musings of mind vanquish the drudgery.
The eternal spring looses upon the mind,
It baths itself in ancient words and new.
Thus poetry is blessed upon man-kind,
The words spread like rays and debut.
For tis true ,no poetry springs from a moment,
but collects itself in a natural catchment.
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| A Pen resting upon paper |
I was visiting my village, after a long,
My mind was singing the childhood song.
I came out of bus, and walked to the village,
but the feet changed the direction, to my amaze.
I was going to the forest, to my old tree,
the one which we all used, when free.
On my way, remembering the good ol' days
playing with my friends, on the tree, we say
'Let's never forget our friendship, and the tree,
will keep it in alive in our memory's sea.
We used to climb it, sit on top;listening,
birds chirping; wind's voice; blossoming flower, water flowing.
But when I reached it, it was not there,
I was shocked, and searched for it everywhere.
Then something caught my eye, A burnt tree,
Struck by lightening, my eyes weep.
How cruel time is, nothing left of my memory,
remembering the good old days, I hugged the tree.
But as I was about to leave, something I heard,
I went in the direction of voice, across the fields of mustard.
What I saw, touched my heart deeply,
some children were playing beneath another tree.
But they didn't see me, I was hiding,
in the memories of past, my heart was gliding.
I turned and went back, carrying all my memory,
It will always be alive in my heart, my childhood tree.
हर ख़ुशी नाखुश मुझसे, साया गमो का घना,
यह रंज़िशे , यह बंदिशें, हैं कर रही मुझको फ़ना।
न किरण-ऐ-उम्मीद यहाँ, न चट्टान-ऐ-हौसला,
सूना-सूना,खाली-खाली, मैं और मेरा घोंसला।
चल रहा हूँ बेबस मुसाफिर, न मंज़िल पता न रास्ता,
बस झलक दिखा मुझे, खुद तुझे खुद का वास्ता।
फर्क भूल गया हूँ मैं, सुबह और शाम के बीच का,
न जाने कब साँसे रुके, और थम जाए यह समां।
जो हो गया, सो हो गया, ज़िन्दगी तुझसे नही गिला,
थाम मौत का हाथ मैं, ऐ 'नादान' अब मैं चला।
Today, I was cleaning my shelf.
Suddenly an old pal peeped at me.
I was startled, 'who are you', i asked.
It replied,'I'm your pal, the Geometry box'.
Remember the time, we spent together.
You threw me here, You threw me there.
And for revenge, I hid your things in me, when you search.
And reveal them after you was frustrated enough.
'Yes, I do remember. And once when you was badly torn,
I ran to my mom to sew you instantly.
She kept saying to buy me a new one,
But i insisted for you, you was my buddy.'
We laughed and I hugged it closely.
Tears came from my eyes, it was time to part.
You have served me enough, my LOYAL SERVANT,
its time for you to take a rest.
And then i packed him in the big box for roof,
And Bid my Best friend Adieu....!!!!!!!
:')
Shar...
