यह कविता एक मरते हुए व्यक्ति के आखिरी विचार हैं, जब वो ये चिन्तन कर रहा है कि उसने जीवन में आख़िर क्या खोया और क्या पाया ।
बीता हुआ जीवन
नूर
The moon has no light of its own and merely reflects sunlight while the stars we see have their own lights. Still, the world celebrates the moon owing to its bigger size as compared to the twinkling stars. Sometimes, this happens with people too. Continue reading “नूर”
कलम
कलम is the Hindi word for a pen. This poem is about my state of mind as I constantly look around for stories and yet when I write something, I don’t know how it came about. It’s almost as if the pen and paper had a mind of their own 🙂 Continue reading “कलम”
यूँ ही कभी कभी
Sometimes, I write about how much I don’t want to write. Sometimes, I am unable to write because I have just finished a beautiful book. Sometimes, it’s just the good old writer’s block. Confused?
धर्म के अर्थ
This poem is about the increasing violence in the name of religion by people who probably do not understand the concept of religion in itself.
जीत और हार
हर खामोशी के पीछे एक सैलाब उमड़ने कॊ है खड़ा,
पर दुनिया के इन सवालों में कुछ तेज़ाब हॊता है ।
इंसान सोचता है कभी मिलेगा एक पल सुकून का
पर कुदरत का खुशी से कुछ इंतकाम होता है ।
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