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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Wedding Vows - Poetry for my love!


सुगंधित पुष्प वर्षण
हे सुगंध! तुम दिव्य वस्त्रालंकृता ।
साथ देने को में तत्पर हूँ खड़ा ।।

हो कमल नयनी औ' कोमल सुरूपा ।
आओ तुम तो फैल जाती उषा पुंजित लालिमा ।।

कुलबुलाता हृदय यह जो तुमसे कहना चाह रहा ।
इस मुग्ध केशी स्पर्श से है अंजु को ठहरा रहा ।।

मग्न हो इसने दिया है सौंप खुदको बस तुम्हे ।
हो युक्त अनंतानंद से मेरी शिरायें चेतना ।।

दीप्त स्वाभिमान उठ उठकर बोलता है फिर यही ।
स्वार्थ मेरा हो तुम्ही उन्माद हो इस प्यार का ।।

असहिष्णुता उपेक्षा औ’ व्यंग्य-वचनावेग से ।
रह सकें हम सरल निर्मल ईश का वरदान लें ।।

इस विभा ऐश्वर्य को रख मैं सकूँ स्मृति में सदा ।
जो पास मेरे प्रियतमा तो कुछ नहीं फिर चाहना ।।

स्नेहित रखूँगा हर्ष और निनाद से मैं कह रहा ।
हो प्रेम का वर्धन हमेशा यह है मेरी कामना ।।

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Swarupankha - A Poem

I saw this article a few days ago on Facebook titled "The ‘dirt’ in the Dirty Picture" which inspired me to write a poem about Shoorpankha who had been called 'Swaroop-nakha' in those days. A philosophical poem, it talks about how this famous story could well have had some really different origins and how apt the considerations are in modern world. So here goes the poem, please let me know how you like it...

स्वरुपण्खा

दंडक में रहने वाली थी वो उत्तम मंजू सुरूपा थी
वो असुर जाती की ज्योति थी और मीनाक्षी कहलाती थी

यौवन में होकर बेवा उसका दुनिया से परित्याग हुआ
फिर राजपुरुष आया एक दिन जीवन में उसके गाज हुआ

क्यूँ स्वरुपण्खा ही इस जग में हर पल लक्ष्मण से हारी है
क्या नहीं समझ पाई दुनिया सौमित्र ही अत्याचारी है

एक नीची जात की अबला के संग उसने ऐसा काण्ड किया
वन की कन्या का अंग भंग करके उसने प्रस्थान किया

जब जग में फैली बात भाई के सम्मुख वो दौड़ी आई
लक्ष्मण नें कहलाया की वो कामुक थी जिसकी सजा पाई

क्यूँ उच्च समाजी सीता ही भारत में पूजी जाती है
क्यूँ स्वरुपण्खा ही इस जग में हर पल हर क्षण क्षति पाती है

Sunday, December 07, 2008

The Anupras

Hi!

Well I promised long back to post my other poem, and here it is :)

THE ANUPRAS
Variant violet vas                     had the
Gruesome green grass    in which the
Beauteous burly boy                put the
Soggy sauce soy      which turned the
Gruesome gallant grass         in to the
Bruised beaten brass               so then
Jived jubilant joy                   with the
Beefy bulky boy                          so he
Cut cute cake               and dipped in
Lovely large lake            and then the
Grimy galling goon             became a
Lovely little loon

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Imminent World

Hi, Well I thought to post a couple of my favourite poems (which I have composed ofcourse), which have already been published in the famous children's magazine "Children's World" or CW. I had written these during my school days and very amusingly during Monday Tests as we had it :) after I happily finished the test 1/2 hour before :D


THE IMMINENT WORLD

The world is sitting on a mount,

That may not be safe and sound.

It’s the atom bomb that lay,

Makes the world grieve and gray.

 

People do not have feelings,

Never ever in their dealings.

Everybody of this kind,

Serves the Mammon in his mind.

 

People love to kill and slay,

Thinking no God will come to play.

But when their end comes near,

They swear to God and swear.

 

Greed is so much in the man,

He will destroy his social LAN.

And when need arouse in him,

He will go from kin to kin.

 

The world is starry night sky,

The stars are spiritual guys.

And the Moon is God of all,

Who may give deserved to all.

 

At last when end is gonna come,

The world light is gonna shun.

It’s the God, who will prevail,

Leaving his mighty trail………………

Nica naa!!!! Well, I'll post the second one in my next post.....

Monday, September 01, 2008

Sweety Pie

I have been writing this poem intermittently for few months now and it is finally completed in the humor genre :)
Sweety Pie

The Tingle in the Sky,
The Jingle in the Air.
I wanna eat a Pie,
But don’t let it Smear.

The jest lo’Behold,
Has filled my Life.
The pie is so Cold,
It makes me Strife.

Thou art my Love,
In the words of Shakespeare.
Flew away a Dove,
When the pie cut ma’Dear.

We’ll meet at the Cross,
And don’t be Discreet.
The blueberry pie Was,
A super tasty Treat.

Let’s tingle every Day,
Let’s jingle all Nights.
Let’s make a pie Tray,

Let’s have it all Sprites.

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