Thank You ! 🙂
Thank You ! 🙂
Dark was near to some but not,
And light was stepping slow,
Called in high, the stirred dusk,
In heaps of all the ardor.
Smiled love, and tangled aside,
Grinned the troubles, which after,
Dive thee to the drop,
In still of all the dither.
Myth is in the shades of day and dark,
Dread not the mind for so but long,
In the notch of words played so hard,
Be the seer in the dusk of call.
The shades of soot, in sight,
In eyes of close, or of foes,
Weaved words veiled or not,
To hide the truth but not.
Sway and sore the deep of much,
From thy words of verb of each,
And then thee fear the sense of pith,
Till the end, of the arc of sledge.
The shades of blue, insight,
In eyes of mine, and thee soul,
Weaved runes of my fair thoughts,
Of all good deed of the times.
Tale it and tell it, and stay it firm,
From all odds of the shades of soot,
Know thy words of all the troth,
To the long last of all shades.
Shines of sun upon those blues,
Like small pearls hanging in yard,
Scattered across, around my sight,
In a vineyard, in a row.
Picking-up each from the winter shine,
Slowly filling up in the barrel,
Some were covered, of the frost,
Some were up, on the climber.
Of all the happy men, around me,
Taste the good of mine chosen,
Drink and dance and merry around,
Of each blues, from each barrel.
Heading my head, towards the row,
Silently I work, on those fruits,
As this winter is not for long,
As my soul, is sure to lost.
दो माटी के हैं हम ढोल,
या अपनी कहानी के बोल,
पर रहस्य ते ना खोल,
कौन हूँ मैं?
बूँदों की बरसात में धूल जाओं,
चिंगारी से आग में उभर जाओं,
कुम्हार की बातों में ढल जाओं,
पर फिर भी पूछे मन, कि कौन हूँ मैं?
अस्तित्व क्या जो मेरी है?
पहचान वह जो तुमने मुझे दी है,
गूँथ के इन सभी को सवर जाओं,
और कहूँ की वह हूँ मैं ?
मिला जो मैं खुद से कभी,
जैसे मिले हो भूमि और गगन,
निकली शितिज से जैसी किरण,
बस वही हूँ मैं I
Those silent times, drenched,
Pretending it doesn’t matter.
Following after, gulping,
Down with all the emotions.
and was ripped, and morose,
for the days looming close.
Remember, you miffed,
Fate silently tells a tale.
Summer shine in walks of roads,
As I glance across those panes,
Ink, and paints and hence the muse,
Indulged in fabrication of the art along.
Waved those glassy eyes together,
Or was the glass which dazzled?
Shy and smile masked it all,
Or was that the love, sober?
Smile did cross those innocent coat,
And eyes did greet from the distance,
Ah ! What makes the world crude to him,
As, love blushed only for the art around.
Love was crafted, one to him and for him,
Words spilled, some with him and for him,
Fairing his love to him with all my love to him,
I glanced back onto those glassy roads, again.