A night torn into past !

                  In this life,we part,depart,mostly with sadness.The only candle,

which lights up our hope,is that there will be reunion!                                  

                                                   
                                                   "The train penetrating into darkness
but moving towards,or,from destination!
I wonder.

With the surroundings
marching fast towards you,
I intimately feel,still,
                                                      the shivering of two lips of thou,
                                                      which scarcely could say---
                                                      G'bye to me!
                                                     when we parted.

Throughout journey,i
have been haunted
by those two sentimental and teary

eyes of thou,
silent and vociferating
at their top---
don't go!don't go!don't go!
 How humiliating!

I am going through
a cruel night,whose
laugh deepens,when
lovers suffer separation,
and,which
absorbs all the colors
 giving blindness to
all the hopes.

Oh!Oh!
Roars in my heart
a sea of pain.

                                                  My eyes stick with the Sun
emerging out of night,
with the shining
only your eyes reflect
whenever we meet.

O my love!
The effervescing morning
whispers in my ears-
You two would meet again
                                                                           and soon"

I observe with relaxed
heart---
The night was tearing into
remote past!"

एक पपीहे की तलाश [In Search Of a Cuckoo]

समय किसी की प्रतीक्षा नहीं करता और न ही किसी अवसर के लिए ही रुकता है. हमारे लिए क्या शेष रहता है-केवल कुछ यादें! ऐसे में पपीहा की याद  आती है जो चाँद की ओर देखता ही रहता है,कभी थकता नहीं!

"हर रोज 

    सूरज अस्त होने के साथ ही 

मेरी छत से 

एक पक्षी उड़ जाता है 

                                                 अँधेरे के पार.

कभी कभी वापस भी आकर 

बैठ जाता है 

मेरे  छोटे से आगार की 

खिड़की पर.

          उसके पंखो का हल्का कम्पन

      कभी तो मुझे रिझाता है ,

        कभी रुलाता है.

        उन छणों में ,मैं 

     उसका प्रतिबिम्ब 

     पलकों से ढक लेता हूँ.

                       तब गालों पर
                       कुछ अश्रु 

                            ढुलक आते हैं, प्रायः 

                              किसी पपीहे की तलाश में "

[Updating with communication in English language:
The time does not wait for any one nor for any moment specific.Then what are we left with? Such moments remind us of the bird Cuckoo which keeps watching for the Moon!
   "with every sunset,a bird fly off my home's roof across the night.
Sometimes it does come back to sit on the window of my small room!
The vibration of her wings flutter my thoughts,some time with tears or pleasure.
Then i close my eyes to save her reflection.
And tears roll on my cheeks as looking for a cuckoo!"]

My Belief!

There are times when emotions inspire us to do impossible.But it is a challenge to accept for our beloved!

"I walk with my eyes

And emotions

Set forth on the horizon.

Because,

O my love!

I know-

Thou shalt meet me

Across the horizon,

      the will-o-the wisp,

But,silver linings of the dark 

 clouds

Inspire me walking

Towards our Rendezvous."

Her Strength

      The sunset sets in a gloomy feeling and depression.The emotions get down.
But a companion may change an evening,a life!

"Only me
standing by the river,
a bit gloomy.
She,
standing before me
with firm lips & a
bland expression,
asked me,
'why i was so serious!'
I pointed to the setting Sun.
She smiled &,
made me look
into her dark eyes!
Those reflected
red-gold of the Sun.
Ultimately tempted
she embraced me.
I extolled with joy
and, the evening
lazily
grew on darker."

वो तुम्हारा 'समय'...

What a life is it?You meet someone,love n like each other...and then this is changing time which brings life upside down!

"स्मृति के पट

 खोले 

बाहर देख रहा हूँ. 

इतने में 

धीरे से वर्षा आ जाती है,

 सब दृश्य अपने में  

समेट  कर 

एक पर्दा

 मेरे आगे तान देती है-

एक धुंधला जोड़ा 

दूर कहीं दूर 

दृष्टिगोचर होता है,और

 कुछ पीछे 

माध्यम गति में जाता   

एक झुके कंधो वाला वाला व्यक्ति;

दृश्य स्पष्ट होता है-

जोड़े मैं स्त्री 

'तुम' हो, 

तुम मुस्कराती हो. 

तुम्हारा साथी हँस  रहा है,

वो 'समय' है. 

झुके कंधो वाला 'मैं' हूँ. 

अपितु कहो-

मैं झुक कर देखता हुआ 

तुम्हारे उन पद चिन्हों से 

अपने पद 

मिला रहा हूँ,

जिनसे,कभी अपने पद मिला कर 

न चल सका था!"