GRATITUDE

[On the first rain at 7.30 today…..]

The generous drops of rain

Give us gladness galore,

That’s HIS way of saying

“I care for you more

than you really think!”

The potholes filled to the brink

with water from the skies.

The caressing coolness lives ,

The horrible heat now dies.

Yes! We will have more hope

 to celebrate this day,

Let GOD shower more love

Let’s drench in every way.

The air is so much fresher

The plants are so much green

O ! Welcome the first ever rain

Each  face has a happy sheen!

The heart fills with gratitude

To the one who cares for all,

No words can thank you GOD!

For the bounties big and small!

--Sunita Rajiv

KYON?

Humsafar humkadam na ho,

to haath mein ho haath kyon?

Jab taal mein koyi sam na ho

To sukh hai kya ? to saath kyon?

Hariyaala man sukdha hua,

Khadha kyon jaane thoonth sa?

tha pyaar sach jo kal talak

Lage kyon jaane jhooth sa?

Nazar ghuma loon har taraf,

geheraate itne sawaal kyon?

Chala tha khojne kiran,

to andhiyaare ke bawaal kyon?

Nayee subah ki roshni

Deti hai phir dhokha naya,

Bikharta taash ka wo ghar

Koshish naakam kar gaya.

Jis ghar mein dekhoon ashq hain,

Jis ghar mein dekhoon aag kyon?

hamsafar hamkadam na ho,

to haath mein ho haath kyon?

SHABD

Shabdon ko kabhi saadh kar,

shabdon ko jhel kar,

yash bahut kamaaya

shabdon se khel kar.

Shabdon ne bandhi seema

shabdon ne saadhi taan,

shabdon ki taal laya mein

bandh kar khinchi kamaan.

Shabdon ne dard samjha

shabdon ne di zabaan,

Jo ankahi thi ab tak

usko mila unvaan.

Shabdon ne di sahej kar

har aas, har ummeed,

shabdon mein dhaleen ghazalen

au' badon ki taqeed.

Ik shabd rooh ka bhi,

wo shabd jo sun paaun,

shabdon ke mayajaal se

shayad mukt ho jaaun.

A POEM IS BORN........

A poem is born

from the womb of pain,

When the heart is torn

from sufferings and strain

The soul sizzles silently,

The face hides patiently

Behind a serene smile......

The thoughts thicken

Coagulating emotions

Feelings ferment ,

Strangulating commotions,

Of the restless soul!

Oh, the duality of this role

Sends shivers down my spine.

Seething sparks

In wrinkled eyes,

Age stealthily

Creeps like spies .

Time lashes blows again

There is no loss, there is no gain!

When the heart is torn

From sufferings and strain,

Then poems are born

From the womb of pain.

ek hasrat.......

Ik khwaab ko haqiqat mein

badalne ki hai himmat.

us khwaab ko taabir dein,

itni mile fursat.

Lamhon ko karein qaid

aur hasraton ko aazad

to aasma muthhi mein ho

aisi hai zurrat!

Why is it that those you love ,

are the ones who cause you pain?

you want to walk a mile with them

but you feel you're just chained

to an utter hopelessness.............

Aankhon ke gird maine

Umrein batore lee

Aur bech ke kuchh khushiyan

Yeh Zindagi mol lee.