Shyari.....4. Mehmaan Barsaath Ki! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
Shyari.....4. Mehmaan Barsaath Ki!
Tanhayee aur gum ka koi kaaran nahi hotha
Woh to humari zindagi mein
Bin bulayee mehmaan ki tarah
Aaa he jaathe hain.
Aur tab tak rehtein hain jab
Tak hum unhe apni dil se nikaal
nahin fekthe.
Aakhir Mehmaan nawazi ki bhi
Koi hadh toh hothi hai.
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Baarish mein bheegne ka maja..
Kuch aur hi hai
Yeh toh Unse poochiye,
Jo baarish se maalamaal hokar
Aapne kismath per roh rahein hein!
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Aankhon se aasoon yunh hi baras pade ki
Baarish itni tej thi ki
Pata he nahin chala
Kae yeh aasoon kae barsaath thae
Ya barsaath kae aasoon.
Kabhi kabh Shukriya toh adaa kijiye!
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Short poem....1. Guest of Rain!
Solitude and sadness were the un welcomed guest
They will stay till they want.
But for how many days?
Till we do not throw them out from our heart!
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Becoming wet in rain
Is something amazing
But ask the one who is flooded
With rain,
Which drained them away
And left them to their fate!
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Tears rolled down my eyes
And it was raining too heavily
One couldn't guess was it rain of tears
Or tearful of rain.
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© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
Very realistic bilingual write. Very powerful and refined language in both the cases have been assigned here. Thanks for sharing. Regards. +10
For every dark and troubled night, there is a day of sunny rest A day comes when uninvited guests like solitude and sadness go back and joy comes in suddenly. A touching poem, very impressive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Tears rolled down my eyes And it was raining too heavily One couldn't guess was it rain of tears Or tearful of rain. ........................................ loved these lines. Here it is metaphorical presentation with touching depiction. The beginning of this poem is a attractive arena of welcomed guests. Let me quote... Solitude and sadness were the un welcomed guest They will stay till they want. But for how many days? Till we do not throw them out from our heart! Wonderful imaginary. Beautiful poem.