Khwahish
October 11, 2009 at 4:32 pm | Posted in Unsuccessful Poems | 4 Commentsबचपन से उसे देख रहा हूँ
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तब भी अकेला ही था
आज भी अकेला ही है
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वो कुत्तों का कर्म स्थल है
गरीबों का धर्म स्थल है
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बच्चों का खिलौना है
राही का बिछोना है
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चींटियों का मकान है
फलों की दुकान है
पतंगों का कब्रिस्तान है
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बहुत कुछ देखा है उसने ज़िन्दगी में
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बच्चों को हंसते खेलते देखा है
ट्रक के नीचे आके मरते देखा है
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बारातें आती हुई देखी हैं
दुल्हन की लाश एंबुलेंस में जाती हुई देखी है
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घरों को बसते हुए देखा है
घरोंदों को उजड़ते हुए देखा है
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मौसम बदलते देखे है
मिजाज़ बदलते देखे हैं
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पर वो मौन है, स्थिर है शांत है
वो अकेला है, केवल एक मूक दर्शक
वक़्त का
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उसे इंतज़ार है
किसी तेज़ आंधी का
किसी कुल्हाडी के आने से पहले
उसे अपाहिज बनाने से पहले
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एक इज्ज़तदार मौत की ख्वाहिश है उसे
उसे, जो कभी मेरा दोस्त हुआ करता था
Parallels
October 7, 2009 at 7:55 pm | Posted in Unsuccessful Poems | 9 CommentsTags: congruence, parallel lines, poems, the songs of the souls, you and me
We meet, you and me,
Like parallel lines,
Affectionate yet envious,
Patient yet restless,
We meet, you and me,
Like dots on a puzzle,
Fractured yet complete,
Trivial yet precious,
We meet, you and me,
Like wild colours on a wall,
Congruent yet unique,
Vivid yet peaceful
We meet, you and me,
Like ripples in a pool,
Momentary yet immortal
Perfect yet flawed
We meet, you and me,
In life and in death,
In music and in song,
In dreams and in nightmares
In flowers and in storms
In the mind and in the heart,
We meet, you and me,
And then we part
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Daddy, Buy me a valentine!
August 31, 2009 at 6:11 pm | Posted in Unsuccessful Poems | 5 CommentsTags: buy me love, daddy, daughter, materialism, Relationships, son, valentine, valentines day
I had a lot of trouble with
The last one you bought…
He cared, he wept – the sensitive one,
love is forever he thought…Reality roars, Illusions whine
Daddy, Buy me a ValentineI was hurt, you know,
I want to pass the pain…
I think I am ready, Daddy,
Ready to love again…Something will break but everything will be fine
Daddy, Buy me a valentine…There will be many,
Money is always sweet…
They’ll write letters, send flowers,
I trick them, they’ll treat…You always said, the whole world is mine
Daddy, Buy me a ValentineI want to take a plunge
Am ready for another fall…
I am craving again, badly
I want to try them all…Sometimes, even lust feels so divine
Daddy, Buy me a valentine
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