किसी ने की कोशिशदो कदम चलने कीउस नुक्कड़ पर फिर से मिलने कीकोई कदम पहुँचे ही नहीं किसी ने की कोशिशलिखे ख़त को पड़ने कीपन्नो पे महके अल्फ़ाज़ समझने कीकुछ ख़त लिफ़ाफ़ों से निकले नहीं किसी ने की कोशिशदबी आवाज़ को सुनने कीअनकहे लफ़्ज़ों को समझने कीकुछ शोर अनसुने ही रहे किसी को सुनाई दियाकिसीContinue reading “Koshish”
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Let’s paint the fence
Fence separatesthe insideFrom what liesOn the outside What stays within it’s boundOr What lies outsideIt’s not for the fenceto judge or decide It stays on the fringeIn touch with either sideNot the one to connectOnly built to divide It’s one fenceWith two sidesOne is with the insideOne faces the outside One side restrictsThe other sideContinue reading “Let’s paint the fence”
Closer to Core
Spinning like a topConstantly in motionedges moving fasterSlowly moves the core If I would stopI would fallFearful of not spinningAfraid, of being ‘me’ no more On pointed endI hang in balanceForever in pursuitdrilling through the floor Force of the chordwould eventually expireinevitable would happenSpinning top would spin no more With the last wobbleThe top fallsItContinue reading “Closer to Core”
Soaring Above
In the clouds Lost Wings fly serene I live in the clouds I fly free
My heart needs a bath
I need a bathSoap and frothSpray of waterA scrub and wash Body wearyFull of grimeHeart ladenWith hate and crime Some I likeOthers I hateCage of destinyBind of fate Happy momentsBrings a smileSad ones followAfter a short while Full of anguishString of regretsMissed opportunitiesAnd some lost bets I carry the burdenMemories from the startFurrows on theContinue reading “My heart needs a bath”
कुचले हुए घास के पत्ते (trampled grass blades)
घास के पत्तों को कुचले जाने की आदत है मेरी खवाइशों की भी कुछ कुछ ऐसी ही आदत है औस की बूँदों ने हर बार सम्भाला है ख़्वाहिशों की मौत को कई बार टाला है ज़मीन से जुड़ा हूँ मैंने कहाँ जाना है कुचलते कदम गुज़ार जाएँगे मेरा तो यहीं ठिकाना है किसकी जुस्तजू हैContinue reading “कुचले हुए घास के पत्ते (trampled grass blades)”
Equally and Fair
the morning comes The day begins Some asleep, some are awake Some step out Some stay in bed Everyone has their stake It belongs to everyone Equally and fair The sun, the clouds, the lake
Who does it belong to (कौन है मालिक)
ड्रॉइंग रूम में सजी हर चीज़ जो किसी कारीगर की नायाब कारीगरी थी जिसे मजबूर हो कर बेचा गया था जो कभी दुकान के कोने में धूल से लथपथ अपने गले में अपनी क़ीमत लटकाए बेज़ुबान पड़े थे आज मेरे घर की रौनक़ है मोल दिया है अब वो सब मेरे हैं शायद ये एहसासContinue reading “Who does it belong to (कौन है मालिक)”
Beyond Myself
I started to move The motive was clearer Sped up tried to catch up The thrill was fun I stepped on the pedal Crushed it to the floor like a ravenous hungry beast The nozzle sucked the gas I accelerated Faster and faster Wind gushing through the hair Flapping the shirt In a mad frenzyContinue reading “Beyond Myself”
My own ink
Life passes in a blink Living it always on the brink Take a pause and think script life with your own ink This poem in 22 words is in response and inspired by the prompt word ‘ink’ https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/06/26/weekend-writing-prompt-215-ink/ Do read other wonderful expressions of ‘Ink’ wrapped in 22 words. Do share your comments. Share yourContinue reading “My own ink”
My Tales Within 