My-Sore...!

And I have let
Paperweights of future
release pages of the past;
memories n' lost dreams
all a-flutter, floating free
clinging to the eglantines of hopes
perched on the shingles of bliss
over-vaulting steeples of ambition
dancing on the cloud of loves
floating on the waters
of a new Jerusalem...
No dead thoughts
overlook my shoulder;
Instead ,I sense
motley shapes, fingers
tingling down my spine
softly soothing stress lines
strumming sounds of silence
soft buzz of blooming blossoms
evoking a luminous halo
a star-lit chimera,
a dancer called 'Now'...

Climbers......

A  smile , a  face
the mirrors
of a warped soul;
a climbing creeper,
the sap-draining scourge
of the darkling Green.
Hope a-twinkle ,evil-eyed
strove upward, arms a-sky
reaching heavenward,
lip-smacking, triumphant.....
The tolerant tree ,a sudden blink,
a moment of  clarity,
like Atlas shrugged.
And there she lay,
grounded , coiled ,all-enmeshed,
useless confetti,
the aftermath of
a moment's celebration...........

My Son........

A lil piece of heaven was mine
the day that you were born
The Laurel tree,the wreath on brow
The Custom and the Horn.

Maybe I was'nt the daddy cool
with elan ,splat, the zoot n' zeep
and maybe my Rudolphs were'nt enough
to put my Riding Hood to sleep

May be I snatched an `everything'
when nothing was the gain
and maybe I put you in a spot
and split a loving heart in twain

Maybe I'd never make amends
that I lost a thing I'd never won
but of this, say I , I am sure
yes , ah yes `I am sorry my son'.

Words....

Woe betide those nighted souls
that bandy with them words,
their `whispering breezes', `speaking trees'
`weeping clouds' n' `larking birds '.
Alack the day I heard them say,
"the milky ways are ours,
with stars a-twinkle in her eyes
ah !  manna will rain in showers ."
Words , words and still more words,
O spare them me oh , please !
they steal the joy of a skewered heart
and leave me with a cruel peace...

और इक जवाब .....

हम आगाह थे ,था मालूम हमें
यह दिल टूटा ही करते हैं
यह सागर हैं ,रेज़ा -रेज़ा
सरे -महफ़िल बिखरा करते हैं ;
ऐसा ही हुआ ,कि इस दिल में
कोई शिकवा न मक्कारी थी
हर अश्क था मोती अपने लिए
हर जफा से पर्दादारी थी ....
ना कोई मुखोटा था अपना
न अफसाना गुमनाम कोई
न शर्मना दिखलाने को
न झूठी सी मुस्कान कोई ;
अब दोष नहीं धरना हर सू
अब कोई छान ना करना है
बस ख्वाब ही था अपना जीवन
यही सपना ले कर मरना है ......

यही सपना ले कर मरना है ........

इक सवाल ...

इस इश्क की बाज़ी में हमने
जब अपना पासा फेंका था
थी किस्मत अपनी मुट्ठी में
इक ख्वाब सुनहरा देखा था ;
यू लगता था बस नज़र मिली
और वोह अपने हो जायेंगे
कुछ सिमटे से लज्जाये से
इन बाँहों में सो जायेंगे ...
ऐसा ना हुआ,उन नज़रों में
चंद मीत पुराने बसते थे
थे हम भी कुछ अनजाने से
कुछ टेड़े मेडे रस्ते थे ......
अब जिस पर चाहे दोष धरो
अब चाहे जितनी छान करो
बाज़ी भी वही मुठी भी वही
क्या अब किस्मत से डरना है ?
अब तुम्ही कहो क्या करना है...

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Amol Kaur- I still remember the first time I met you, Sir... Day of admissions... frenzy, confusion and amidst of it all, a kindred spirit... a completely lost, unwell and flustered girl who din't know what to do, where to go... He took one look at th...e girl and knew something was wrong...so He reached out and took her under his wings...



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February 27 at 8:01pm · LikeUnlike · 8 peopleLoading....Zinal Singh suprlykd it amol......:) and d gleaming eyes wd wrds he sd.....M.A. eng. wale bche mere sath aa jao........:)

4m d heart wana say.........sir......v wana b wd u ever.......

THANZ 4 DEFINING SUCH A MARVELLOUS TEACHING......

hw 2 live lyf......

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