Hemant Shesh Poems
|1.||The Declining Minar||4/6/2012|
|3.||Empty Boats In Yamuna||4/6/2012|
|7.||The Sixth Sense||4/6/2012|
|9.||On Not Remaining, As Before||4/6/2012|
|10.||The Very Same Dream Everyday||4/6/2012|
|11.||What Should Poets Do, With A Word Like 'Love'…..?||4/6/2012|
|12.||Salutations To Sun||4/6/2012|
|13.||The Pretty Woman||4/6/2012|
|14.||A Poet Departs||4/6/2012|
|16.||Ashudhha - Saarang||4/6/2012|
A Poet Departs
And ultimately a poet unsung
Leaves the world silently
And shatters nothing, anywhere!
The world snoozes in slumber and wakes up with eternal ennui
Trudging on beaten paths planets and the Universes revolve!
Waves brim all seas
Flora breed on the plateaus...and thus the scenes grow old & older.
A mute scream like a lump
Plugs into throats
When sons aspiring to prosper
Leave our homes without bidding any one a good-bye and
Daughters falling in love, just fleet away
Thousands and thousands board trains to earn their daily bread
Buses carrying ...
Everyday the things are recorded to have gone away.
Barges of moments reach banks and return answered.
Someone somebody ascends the stairs unknown tethered the finger of terror
Everybody the things are recorded to have gone away
Only the leaves and trunks turn pale
The landscapes change color.
The morbid tales are throne up retting shelves of experience.
Doleful stories of life are discarded down from the high opening