Monday, November 26, 2012

पानी आसमां से भी गिरता है
और ज़मीन से भी फूटता है
सर्दी की सुबह लॉन को ओस की चादर से धक् देता है
और पत्ते भी कुछ बटोर लेते है इससे

कुछ कुँए बहुत सहेज कर रखते है इसे
जैसे कोई पुराना राज़ हो इस में
बस एक अजीब सी महक आती है
और अन्दर झाँकने में डर लगता है
कभी कुछ बोलों तो अपनी आवाज़ भी भयानक लगती है

कभी पलकों में थमता भी नहीं
बह जाता है , बहा ले जाता है
कभी काजल  के बाँध से बंध  जाता है
हौले हौले तेज़ाब  बन कर अन्दर ही अन्दर रिसता  है

पानी आसमां से भी गिरता है
और ज़मीन से भी फूटता है


Anonymous said...

Hi Stone,

Your poems have simple and earthy a characteristic to them. Its always wonderful to read your poetry.

I dont know who you are, where you are or what you do, but the your poems are reflection of your feelings which seems to be natural and untouched.

Keep it up....

Stone said...

Anonymous - Thank you for the kind words, your comment really lifted my spirits.

Anonymous said...

I am sending you Byron's famous poem, which strikes the chord, just like your (hindi)poems do. Enjoy!

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.


Stone said...

That's a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing.