Saturday, March 26, 2016
Thursday, August 26, 2010
A POEM
My Paintings.
How can I show you
My inner self ?
How can I see you
Full of feelings ?
My poetry require words
But I want to keep calm.
My music require tunes
But I have no strings.
for my paintings
I only need
Your eyes and
Your heart.
How can I show you
My inner self ?
How can I see you
Full of feelings ?
My poetry require words
But I want to keep calm.
My music require tunes
But I have no strings.
for my paintings
I only need
Your eyes and
Your heart.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
INTZAAR

Kitna sajaya ghar ko
jo kaam kabhi na kia
voh bhi kia
Kharab paint , toote pluster,
kitabon par jammi dhool
ast-viast parhe gamle
tasveeron ke frame
sabh ki khabar lee gayi
Chamkaye gaye farsh
badal deeye galeeche
samvaar deeye parde
masheen me dho dale
naraaz se parhe tady -bear
saja deeya darvaza
ek phool latka deeya us par
likha" Swagatam"
Aise hi kayi din lagataar
chhote chhote kaam karte hooye
ban gayi ek tarteeb
chamak utha sara ghar
sab kuchh mekaya
Par
jis ka Intzaar tha
Voh na aaya.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
A POEM
Hava mil jaye hava vich
jal
jal vich.
Mitti mil jaye
mitti vich
Agni
Agni vich
Mil jaye khalaa vi
Khalaa vich
Par aie Kavi
kite tere shabdan de kan
Na mil jaan
murh shabdan de thal andar...
jal
jal vich.
Mitti mil jaye
mitti vich
Agni
Agni vich
Mil jaye khalaa vi
Khalaa vich
Par aie Kavi
kite tere shabdan de kan
Na mil jaan
murh shabdan de thal andar...
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Black Purse
I don't know
How many times
I took my purse out of my pocket.
I don't know
How much money
I spent from it.
I saved and spent
thousands of rupees.
It kept carefully
many postal stamps.
My I-Card
My identification
My loose papers
Addresses of my friends.
A long piece of time has passed
I don't know
How many times
How many days
How many months
How many years.
But today,
I remembered suddenly
that this black leather purse
YOU bought for me
with a great love.
When it got in to my mind
I shivered
and the black leather purse
also shivered.
The non-living black leather purse
came to know
the language of love...
How many times
I took my purse out of my pocket.
I don't know
How much money
I spent from it.
I saved and spent
thousands of rupees.
It kept carefully
many postal stamps.
My I-Card
My identification
My loose papers
Addresses of my friends.
A long piece of time has passed
I don't know
How many times
How many days
How many months
How many years.
But today,
I remembered suddenly
that this black leather purse
YOU bought for me
with a great love.
When it got in to my mind
I shivered
and the black leather purse
also shivered.
The non-living black leather purse
came to know
the language of love...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Jiven (A Poem)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
MY SUN (A Poem)
You are like a sun to me
Very far from me
Very hot and rich
Shining beautifully
Giving me the life
Proctecting me from freezing like ice
But , what will happen
If I hug you?
I will turn to ashes.
Very far from me
Very hot and rich
Shining beautifully
Giving me the life
Proctecting me from freezing like ice
But , what will happen
If I hug you?
I will turn to ashes.
DEATH (A Poem)
A tree on the bank of a river
Shivers with fear
As it sees
A large,heavy,ugly,black stone
Rolling down in the river....
Shivers with fear
As it sees
A large,heavy,ugly,black stone
Rolling down in the river....
Saturday, August 15, 2009
MAN ANDAR (A poem )
Jiven lehran sambhdian raat bhar
dhundle sitararian de aks.
jiven sambhdi koi sippy
saagar di khari boond.
jiven parbat sambhde maun
te seene vich bhabkada lava
jiven phull sambhda trel nu
har sawer,
uven sambhi hai teri yaad
mai apne man andar.
dhundle sitararian de aks.
jiven sambhdi koi sippy
saagar di khari boond.
jiven parbat sambhde maun
te seene vich bhabkada lava
jiven phull sambhda trel nu
har sawer,
uven sambhi hai teri yaad
mai apne man andar.
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