English translation in Comments section …
अपने दिल को कलम बनाकर
तेरी यादों की स्याही से
लिखता हूँ मैं कुछ आशार
शायर नहीं हूँ मैं
हो जाए न रुसवाई तेरी
डरता हूँ सब कहने से
नहीं करता सब इज़हार
कायर नहीं हूँ मैं
चूम न पाता अधरों को तेरे तो
पड़ा रहता क़दमों में तेरे
हो जाता तुझपे निसार
झाँझर नहीं हूँ मैं
तुझसे ही था वज़ूद मेरा
तुझको खोकर अमित
किसका करूँ इंतज़ार
मयस्सर नहीं हूँ मैं
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 61
Wisdom of thought .... by Eugenia
PROMPT Here is a complex thought for you to decipher. Choose a part of it, if you so desire, and use it as an inspiration to write your piece. In the immensity of consciousness, a light appears -- a tiny point which moves rapidly and traces shapes, thoughts, and feelings, like a pen writing on … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 61
angst of fire molten lava dripping shapeless stinging tears I blow candles and sing a song Happy Birthday ….. cakewalking another year feet battling porcelain bases I spread sweetness around the core gets eaten away Reena's Exploration Challenge #Week 60
The chill in the air is symbolic of the underlying fear. The horizon will turn dark earlier than usual. The Sun may become a rare visitor. Who will uphold the truth? The starkness of branches is a reassurance. It represents the bare truth, shorn of all foliage – frills and fancies. Lack of warmth may … Continue reading To blossom again
“Is this your plan for the public meeting I’m scheduled to address? I don’t see chanting slogans, music or dance anywhere.” “Why do we need that for a speech?” “Synchronized sounds or movement align a person’s mindset to the crowd. Is there anything better than music to lift spirits up, up and up … as … Continue reading Synchronization
intensity of red, infinity of blue dwarf myriad colors of Me green envy interrupts the purple that I want to be Three Line Tales
Dressing up was always a passion. She won fancy dress competitions in school, and grew up to become a couturier. Now this … her heart bled, but she knew there was no escape. She was fully ensnared in the trap. Tonight, she had to dress up the guy who would masquerade as President, and issue … Continue reading Masquerade
We won the game long back. The reflections in the floor, and the underground sounds bother me at times. Not everybody knows that we used to play the game on marble floors, with human pawns. Those who fell are now buried in history. I see a pair of eyes, a fallen King, an army of … Continue reading Till….
