Friday, August 22, 2008

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पिछले कुछ हफ्ते
लिख नहीं पाया था मैं कुछ
जो कहा
वोह दर्द था
कागज पर उड़ेला हुआ
डर गया था मैं,
कुछ लिख भी पाऊँगा कभी?

पर कल घर जाते हुए
जब तीन कविताओं ने मेरा द्वार खटखटाया
मुझे लगा, अंततः
कविता ने जड़ जमा ली है मेरे अन्दर

अब अगर वसंत हो या पतझर
कुछ भी हो जीवन का मौसम
ये पेड़ मरेगा नहीं
कविता फलेगी-फूलेगी मेरे अंतर, हमेशा


for the past few weeks
i had not been able to write anything
whatever was said
was pain
poured on to paper
and scared i was
will i be able to write anything ever again?

but, yesterday while going home
when three poems knocked at my door
i felt, that indeed
poetry has taken root within me

now if it is spring or it is autumn
any season it is in life
this tree won't die
poetry will continue to flower within my soul, always

7 comments:

How do we know said...

आमीन!!

Vi said...

As long as you're here to write it, I'm here to read it. :)

adi said...

howdy: :) how's he now?

vi: thanks buddy

oceanic mirages said...

m d f b w u.

Shubhajit said...

poetry is in soul..thats right..poetry is not just words but expressions of our soul..who think deep and trying to recognize it,got all words automatically!

starry nights said...

I think poetry is is your blood and will never die.How are you doing.

human being said...

oh yes... this tree never dies... interesting ... just a few moments ago i saw you as a tree proliferating...

loved the image of poems knocking at your door...

dreamt before

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