A red sphere is sliding down
birds chirp to say goodbye
and retire to nest,
misty air over river
...
The tranquility of night
will melt gently,
gradually birds will chirp
on the branches of trees
...
One morning million suns rained from sky
enormous glow
then deepest darkness
...
A water body
round and deep and olive green
in the heart of stones
live with flutter of blind wings
...
Look at the beauty in the sky!
a wide arrow-head piercing wind slowly silently,
flock of birds sailing through space.
...
Who is lying there silently
in the darkest nook of a soul?
A desolate entity in tatters
brooding over a time
...
They sing song of sadness
they sing song of pai
they sing song of wingless bird
they sing tattered lyrics in broken rhythm
...
A man is moving
as much as his waning spirit
and his dwindling courage allow
as much as his jammed joints permit,
...
Amid, debris of fallen building blocks
amid, thundering roar of bombs
amid, flames dancing hysterically
on the charred dead bodies
...
Blood soaked arms detached from the body
and blood soaked legs
and blasted ribs and blasted heads
and blasted guts and blasted breasts,
...
Poet, Painter, Architect. Born in Ujjain (India) . His first poem published in 1956. Writes in Hindi and English.11 collections of his Hindi poetry and a travelogue and two collections of poetry in English have been published. His books won national level awards. Poems translated in Japanese, Bengali. Marathi, Punjabi. Three collections of Hindi poems translated in Urdu. Poems published in 'Indian Literature', 'Voice Of Kolkata', 'Bridge- in- Making', 'Chandrabhaga', 'Skylark' and other journals. Contact- DK2- 166/18, DANISHKUNJ KOLAR ROAD, BHOPAL- 462042 (INDIA) mobile - 918989569036)
Dusk
A red sphere is sliding down
birds chirp to say goodbye
and retire to nest,
misty air over river
grows mistier and mystique
and the jungle owls
rise to leave for prey
I, thru' my window am watching
a world sinking into ocean of darkness.
I light up lamp
to drive away that bit of darkness
entering me slowly noiselessly
a sad bird in me still sings a sad song
drawn from stale past,
and alas! the lamp throws
frightful shadows of beasts
hidden in the dark caves of gone days
somewhere inside me.
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