LAKEVIEW

Sitting on the chair,

In my balcony,

With the cup of tea,

In a chilly weather,

Watching the birds,

Playing in the lake,

Reading the poems of Blake,

Giving the stunning pleasure,

Remembering the day,

When every sorrow was away,

When you were mine,

And I was yours,

Enjoying every moment of life,

With your beautiful presence,

When all weathers were awesome,

Since then, I, still waiting for you,

For your arrival,

For my survival,

Being so optimist,

I still think, you would come one day,

Since, my love keeps on increasing,

As the waiting period is increasing,

When the days are becoming too long,

And yet I am becoming more strong,

With your joyous memories,

And again waiting for the moment,

When you and I, alone,

Sitting in balcony,

Watching the great lakeview…

On a Lonely Beach

Walking on the beach,

Still thinking of you,

Remembering your footprints,

As if you are here,

Following your path,

Breeze is still calm,

Hoping of your arrival,

Feeling your fragrance,

Roaming with some emotions,

Diving deep in your memories,

Consoling myself the best,

That you would come one day,

From the beautiful white clouds,

From the world which is called heaven…………….

THE OLD MEMORIES

Things happen in life,

And they become memories,

Whether good or bad,

Whether sweet or sour,

Can’t be ignored,

Sometimes, it makes us cheer,

Sometimes makes us dismal,

It reminds us of love,

It reminds us of hate,

It tells the truth of relations,

With or without satisfactions,

Memories are the daily soaps,

Reminds us of some fairy hopes,

Whatever happens in  present,

Does not look interesting,

And when time goes by,

It becomes nostalgic,

What we called as memories,

The old memories….

Without You

Without you,

There is some emptiness in the air,

The world is nothing,

When you are not here,

It looks forlorn,

When you don’t smile,

Without you,
My heart is a mechanical device,

I feel alone in the markets,

I see great darkness,

Without you,

There are no colors in the festivals,

All seasons are without life,

All flowers lose their colors,

Without you,

All gardens end their seasons,

Without you,

All weather is dry,

Without you,
Moon looks dim,

Be my motivation,
Be blissful,

Be in my life,

Be  my soul forever, forever.

सूखे पत्ते

पतझड़ के मौसम में ,

पेड़ों से  विदाई के बाद,

सूखे पत्ते पड़े थे ,

सड़कों पर ,रस्तों पर,

पगडंडियों पर,गलियों में चौराहों पर,

उड़ते थे,हवा के बहने पर ,

कभी इस गली,कभी उस गली,

ना कोई उम्मीद,ना कोई बंधन,

अपनी ही मस्ती में मगन  रहते थे,

ख़बर सबकी रखते थे,

कभी चौपाल में,कभी खलिहान में,

सुनते थे सभी की,कभी इधर की ,कभी उधर की,

कभी प्रधान की,कभी किसान की ,

कभी जवान की,कभी आसमान की,

कभी माँ की, कभी एक बाप की,

कभी शिक्षक की, कभी विद्यार्थी की,

सभी की सुनते थे वे,

कभी हँसते,कभी सोचते,

सभी की है मुश्किलें,

पर चलना है,चलते ही जाना है,

सूखे पत्तों का भी सफर,

तब तक है चलता,

जब तक वे जला नहीं दिये जाते,

और ये क्रम चलता ही रहता है,

बसंत आने तक,

और अगले साल ,

फिर वही कहानी,

फिर वही पतझड़, फिर वही सूखे पत्ते........

EYES

Eyes don’t speak,

Neither do they boast,

Eyes are not  fake,

They don’t took or take,

They only show the truth,

Showing only emotions,

With lots of relations,

Without speaking, they speak a lot,

Without a single word,

Lovers get message delivered,

Students get scolded by teachers,

Only with the blink of eyes,

Servants get orders from their masters,

Children know the intention from their parents,

Proposals get rejected,

Lovers get affected,

Candidates get selected,

With the movements of eyes,

Eyes do have nature,

Some show happiness,

Some show sadness,

Some show naughtiness,

Some show cruelty,

Though they have all colors of life,

They are the boon to the humans,

Without eyes,

An infinite darkness prevails in the life,

Without any aim, without any sight,

Hoping to be the sight right,

Thanks to our Almighty

God,

For giving this special gift,

Our eyes………

PAIN

Sometimes pain is important,

Sometimes just for change,

Sometimes comes out from memory lane,

Pain may be good,

Pain may be bad,

It always tests the men,

Physical pain is volatile,

Though  mental pain is long lasting,

Until comes some good days,

Sometimes pain is explicit,

Sometimes given by others through their words,

Their acts or their continuous inattention,

But is equally fruitful,

Whether a loss occurs or not,

A lesson is always taught,

Never be too close associate with anything,

Nor do expect much from anyone,

Whether living or physical,

Living with some proper distance,

Will get you chance of getting less pain……..