Haan Baatein To Sabse Hoti Hain...
Par Sab Kahaan Karte Hain Baarish Ki Baatein ...
Aur Un Boondo Ki Jo Patto Pe Theher Si Jaati Hain
Aur Phir Un Patto Ki Hi Hoke Rahe Jaati Hain...
Baato Ki Baatein Bhi Sab Karte Hain...
Par Un Khamoshiyo Ki Baatein Kaun Karta Hain..
Aur Jab... Jab Yeh Baatein Nahi Rehengi...
Tab Un Baato Ki Baatein Kaun Karega...
Aur Phir... Shaayad Yeh Bhi Ik Baat Hi Ban Kar Rahe Jaaye...
Haan Baatein To Sabse Hoti Hain...
Maine Chidiya Se Kaha
"Main Tum Par Ek Kavita Likha Chahta Hoon"
Chidiya Ne Mujse Puchha
"Tumhare Shabdo Mein Mere Paron Ki Rangeeni Hai ? "
Maine Kaha, "Nahi"
"Tumhare Shabdo Mein Mere Kanth Ka Sangeet Hai ? "
"Nahi"
"Jaan Hai ?"
"Tab Tum Muj Par Kavita Kya Likhoge ?"
Maine Kaha
"Par Tum Se Mujhe Pyaar Hai"
Chidiya boli
"Pyaar Ka Shabdon Se Kya Sarokaar Hai ?"
Ek Anubhav Naya Hua
Main Maun Ho Gaya
- Harivanshray Bachchan
प्रेत आयेगा
Keetab Se Nikaal Le Jayega Prempatra
Giddh Use Pahaad Par Noch Noch Khayega
Chor Aayega To Prempatra Hi Churayega
Juaari Prempatra Hi Daav Mein Lagaega
Rushi Aayenge To Daan Mein Mangenge Prempatra
Baarish Aayegi To Prempatra Hi Galayegi
Aag Aayegi To Jalayegi Prempatra
Bandishein Prempatra Par Hi Lagayee Jayengi
Saanp Aayega To Dasega Prempatra
Jhingoor Aayenge To Chatenge Prempatra
Keede Prempatra Hi Katenge
Pralay Ke Deenon Mein
Saptarshi, Machhali Aur Manu
Sab Ved Hi Bachaenge
Koi Nahi Bachaega Prempatra
Koi Raam Bachaega Koi Madeena
Koi Chandi Bachaega Koi Sona
Main Nipat Akela
Kaisa Bachaunga
Tumhara Prempatra
- सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना
I wish I could explain her how difficult it is for me to react when she reappears out of the blue... I wish I could explain her when she left there were many stones unturned... There are masks on each side and between us an opaque curtain... We still try to find eachother thru the masks and the curtain... and each of us depart with a sigh of losing the other. I sometimes try to take off my mask, shout and tell her that its me on the other side but the scare of not finding her the next time, even with the mask and curtain, is enough to stop me. I wish I could explain her all this...
Traitorous Love,
I had thought to know you
ere I grew tangled
in the paths of your dominion,
but you possess a roving eye
and a heart cooled
amidst the ashes
of ancient flame.
O for the wings of a dove,
that I might fly
from your slumberous embrace
into the valley of darkness,
into the arms of my
Morphean lover,
where nevermore might
mine own eye fault me,
mine own heart cool
and live again, a flame,
erring in its passion
for what would be wrong,
were love forbidden.
