नया सवेरा
April 25, 2021 at 12:06 pm | Posted in Poem | Leave a commentTags: Poem
नया एक सवेरा ज़रूर आएगा,
क्यूंकि वक़्त ही तो है, कट जायेगा ,
रात लम्बी है और काली भी,
उम्मीद का तारा नज़र आएगा ,
काला यह बादल बरस जायेगा ,
क्यूंकि वक़्त ही तो है , कट जायेगा,
अँधेरी इस रात में , अपनों से दूर
डरावना ये सपना , टूट जायेगा,
गम का अँधेरा भी छट जायेगा,
क्यूंकि वक़्त ही तो है , कट जायेगा,
थोड़ा जो ठहरे हो , ज़िन्दगी की दौड़ में,
जी लो इन पलों को आज अपने साथ,
कुछ दिन में पहिया फिर घूम जायेगा,
क्योंकि वक़्त ही तो है कट जायेगा,
फूलो को देखो, चिड़ियों को सुन लो,
बच्चों की मस्ती में , बचपन ही बुन लो,
जीवन है जितना , जी तो लो उतना,
छोटी इन खुशियों को मुट्ठी में भर लो,
नया एक सवेरा ज़रूर आएगा,
क्यूंकि वक़्त ही तो है, कट जायेगा.
Wish it had not rained that night..
May 3, 2019 at 2:29 pm | Posted in Fiction, Poem, Rain, Rant, Society, Women | 1 CommentIt rained that night,
her eyes
her cries
her pain
It rained that night,
her wounds
on her body
on her heart
It rained that night,
with thunder
so deafening
and light
so bright
If only, it did not rain that night
May be someone, would have heard her cries
May be someone, would have seen the monster
who scarred her body
who scarred her soul
May be, May be not
But, but it rained that night
Thirty years down the line
She is scared of rain and thunder and light
Because she can still remember that night
That gross touch
The pain
The plight
And her helpless body in the lonely night
Thirty years down the line,
She is scared of talking about that night
Because she can remember the following day
The hate in words
The mock in the eyes
It was her fault is what they said
She played in the rain
She jumped in the puddles
It was her fault
Because, though its her life,
Girls don’t play with rain at night
Wish it had not rained that night
विरह
June 15, 2018 at 11:16 am | Posted in Poem | Leave a commentअधूरी सी एक रात में बस चाँद खिला था,
सन्नाटो ने पूछा क्या वो मिला था,
मिलना क्या था उसे जो दिल में बसा था,
रात को क्या मालूम कि वो हमेशा यहीं था ।
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उस दिन जब कहां था उसने, कि जाता हूँ मैं,
दिल ने सुना था कि, रुको अभी आता हूं मैं।
फूलों वाला कुर्ता पहन कर अब तक,
उसी मोङ पर खङी हूँ, राह तकते हुए
रास्ता भूल जाने की तो आदत है उसकी,
वादा पर वो नहीं भूला करता।
My Random attempt to hindi poetry !
Sometimes I wonder why !
January 23, 2017 at 12:10 pm | Posted in Poem | Leave a commentSometimes I wonder why!
Why do roses grow with thorns,
Why do skys show shades of dark,
Why do birds who touch the sky ,
come to ground to feed them why ?
Sometimes I wonder why !
Some times I wonder why !
Why does moon has a scar,
Why does peacock has feet like that,
Why do you sweat most,
on days that are bright,
Sometimes I wonder why !
Life and death are sides of coin,
Beauty and grace may not be friends,
The things that look perfect are sometimes not,
Hearts have scars that ache and pain,
Smiles do hide them, in several ways,
Sometimes I wonder why!
P.S : This is random work of fiction, all is good in my personal life.
Also , I started my baking tryst in 2016, baby steps though.
Wonder!
April 23, 2010 at 12:10 pm | Posted in Poem, Sunday scribbling | 18 CommentsYour little hands that curl up my fingers,
Your tiny feet which tickle with a tap,
Your bright smile with tinkle in your eyes,
My heart melts with your kisses wet,
Your non stop chatter , with curious what and why,
Your ways to need me , to hug me and to snuggle,
The things that you do and the child that are YOU,
All make me wonder , if this is true!!
My little wonder, I love you !!
P.S :My submission here.
Time Flies!
March 17, 2009 at 5:33 pm | Posted in Poem, Sunday scribbling | 8 CommentsThen I was what HE is now,
and then SHE was, what I am now.
I was careless and sometimes naughty,
And I used to cry over things very petty.
SHE was patient and sometimes angry,
But I knew she would forgive, before sun sets.
Then I was what HE is now ,
and SHE was , what I am now.
HE is my child and SHE is my mom !
Time just flies, before we know.
I know some day, HE will grow up and go
And I will wait like SHE does now,
To see him when his time allows.
** This is my contribution to Sunday Scribblings.
When I think of friends…
July 11, 2008 at 7:01 am | Posted in Mummy, Papa, Poem, Sunday scribbling | 19 CommentsWhen I think of friends,
And of the oldest
Can’t think beyond two, the best.
The ones who have seen me grow,
And have stood by me in the highs and lows,
The ones who have spent those sleep less nights,
To see smile all the while,
The ones whom I have let down a thousand times,
But who say I am wonderful and nice.
The ones whom I told my deepest fears,
And the ones whom I will think of when death is near,
Do I have to say , who are they ?
I think you know and so do they.
Thanks Mummy and Papa.
P.S : I saw oldest friend on Sunday scribblings. I thought of all my friends who have been with me for long. I thought my husband , who has been by my side for 3 years. But then when you say oldest , by age or by time ..no one else qualifies 🙂
Thanks for bearing with my horribe poetry 😉
Through the eyes of a child
August 17, 2007 at 12:05 pm | Posted in Poem | 1 CommentRead this poem in Mad momma’s comment window and could not help recording and sharing this.
If I could see the world,
Through the eyes of a child.
What a wonderful world this would be.
There’d be no trouble and no strife,
Just a big happy life.With a bluebird in every tree.
(If I Could See The World Through)
I could see right, no wrong.
I could see good, no bad.
I could see all the good things,
In life I’ve never had.If I could see the world,
Through the eyes of a child.
What a wonderful world this would be.
If I could see the world,
Through the eyes of a child.
Smiling faces would greet me all the while.
Like a lovely work of art,
It would warm my weary heart,
Just to see through the eyes of a child.
I could see right, no wrong.
I could see good, no bad.
I could see all the good things,
In life I’ve never had.
If I could see the world,
Through the eyes of a child.
What a wonderful world this would be
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