एक स्याही थी खोई सी
शैलाब उठा चंचल मन में
This blog is dedicated to the poetry from my tragedies, experiences, these events have let flow my emotions into the stream of poetry...
I could plough the field and sow the seed all day long,
And there were no days that we could count.
I could wait here all the years and
See how the flower in the field grows and blooms,
'Cause there was no tiredness, just lil' satisfaction—
Seeing it blooming, and the aroma
Would give the meaning to the shine—
Shine of blue-purple, which was purple and hazy?
The oceans we depart don't know the distance to the other shore.
All I know—I got a boat, and I could row all day long.
And the days would never be long enough.
And there is no night there, in the clear pearl shine.
The shrine was in the wilderness, and 'twas the most civilized manner,
Where I lay waiting, drifting slowly but surely.
I'll reach that shrine most beautiful,
And escape the crystal shine of that blue pearl,
That was a lil' purple, a lil' hazy.
ऐ मोम की लाली, थोड़ी गर्माहट दे,
इस तन्हाई में थोड़ी राहत दे,
पिघले तेरा तन जो सरिता बन के,
उस खोए तन से मेरे मन को राहत तो दे।
ऐ मोम की बत्ती, थोड़ा धीरे जलना,
हवा के झोंके आएंगे, पर तुम न बुझना,
अंधेरी अश्कभरी ख़ामोशियों में है मुझे जीना,
ऐ बुझते मोम, है तुझसे यही कहना।
हवा, पानी — दुश्मन मेरे बहुतेरे,
काश! हो जाते वो मेरे सवेरे,
इन गुमनाम अंधेरों में हैं हम अकेले,
मंज़िल है दूर, मिल जाए जो तू थोड़ा और जले।