Hitchak ki Vilaasta
(Hitchkichahat ki Aiashi)
sub kuch
bhool chuka hoon
maen
jal jaoonga
jahanum main
maen
shraab ka pyaala
rakh deta hoon
bhavavesh lehmay main
aankhain dhoop k barkhilaaf
kitna khoya hua
yahan maen, yahan se
anjaan tak aur
kushboo bhray, sookshamdhaari
roshni se chupay janglon tak
har insaan
ek dum
beshuck dara hua
gadion ki awaaz aur mujay
koi bhookh nahin
bheed
theek thaak
ho jaaon ga maen
is lehmay k guzarnay pe
^
The Luxury of Hesitation [excerpt from The Proof from Motion]
by Keith Waldrop
things
forgotten
I could
burn in hell forever
set the glass
down, our
emotion's moment
eyes vs sunlight
how removed
here, from
here
towards the unfamiliar and
frankincense forests
against the discerning light
everybody
sudden
frightful indeed, the sound of
traffic and
no appetite
the crowd
I would like to be
beautiful when
written
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