Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

Several questions emerge in mind and invade
It makes me little nervous before they fade
Sometimes it is said idle mind is devil’s workshop
This all takes its shape when you prove to be super flop
...

Why I looked so beautiful in mirror?
Was that indication of grave error?
Was the mirror so furious about my nature?
Was it unnatural for it to forecast my future?
...

हमारी परछाइयाँ

जलाने आये थे, जला के चले गये
खुद रोते थे ओर हमे रुलाके गये
...

मशाल जलती रहती है

वो भी दिन थे जब हम अकेले थे
खेलते कूदते मासूमियत से भरे जवान थे
...

सच बात है यही।

दूर रहकर भी दिल में बसे रहो
बालों को भी युही सहलाते रहो
...

रात कटी गयी रोते रोते
हम सो गए बिलखते बिलखते
कहाँ के नहीं रहे हे किसे बताए?
सोचते है यह दिन कैसे भी कट जाए।
...

We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.

Leo Tolstoy.....
...

Counting dead

Gen is real gem
Genuine in making poems
...

Be good individual
Saturday,14th September 2019

I am no exception
...

Know and love
Friday,13th September 2019

Love yourself first
...