कल…

चलते चलते कदम नहीं थकते ठहर जाने से थकते हैं यह सोचकर परेशान नहीं दिल की कल की सुबह आज सी नहीं होगी पर इस सोच में डूबा रेहता है की आज की शाम कल सी हुई तोह क्या डर इस बात का नहीं की कल अपने मुँह मोड़ लें फिक्र इस बात की होती... Continue Reading →

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Ruins

when I returned lost and beaten through the woods to reach where I belong no one was there to welcome me except the scorching trail and the ruins beyond ~~~~~ Asha Seth

बसेरा…

चुपके से दबे पाओं आकर मेरे घर में तुम्हारी बातें कुछ ऐसे बसेरा कर गयीं की आज मुझसे ज़्यादा कहीं तुम हो झलकती उन आइनों से जिनमें मैं कभी खुदको तलाशता था की आज मुझसे ज़्यादा कहीं तुम हो छलकती इन पलकों से जिनसे मैं कभी खुदको तराशता था ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

सुनहरी यादें…

सूरज की लौटती किरणों के संग हताश तन्हाईयाँ वापस लौट गयीं सुनहरी यादों से लिपटी यह शाम एक बार फिर हमें ज़िंदादिल कर गयी... ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

The Pen’s Plight

the night grows curious as soon as she lights the lamp she moves the chair in place with a groan and a screech it obliges she picks up the pen the ink resists the flow refuses to let go a violent jerk forces it to action half-hearted, the pen gives into submission but only to... Continue Reading →

The Morning after Christmas: A Poem by Asha Seth

The lights on the tree shone yellow and bright and smiled cheerfully as the parents hid the Xmas gifts with secret strides 🎄 The night before the children were exuberant after all, it was time for wishes laid upon the heart of Santa’s pride 🎄 Chloe and Bryan slept how peacefully knowing Santa riding around... Continue Reading →

Christmas Begins with Christ: A Poem by Denise Poole

A velvet sky, a starry night, Blankets of snow, twinkles of light. Sounds of music fill the air, Gifts of love, wrapped in care. Love ones gather from far and near, To celebrate this time of year. Behold each one face to face, In all their wonder, all their grace. Bubbles of laughter, echoes of... Continue Reading →

Requiem For Christmas: A Poem by Jim Milks

It is Christmas time again, The time when family and friends congregate But on the table is kept an empty plate A space that is kept bare For a mother or father that is no longer there Ribbons, bows, and other pretty things Can never replace the joy that a person brings Although they maybe... Continue Reading →

Are you ready for Christmas? – A Poem by Ernestine Northover

Are you ready for Christmas? To decorate the tree,  The sparkling baubles that shine with glee,  The shops are filled with Christmas galore,  But the people are shouting, 'We want more',  Each and every leaf, is covered in snow,  We're still waiting for Santa's Ho! Ho! Ho!   The Christmas lights, light up the street,  Presents... Continue Reading →

Christmas in India: A Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Dim dawn behind the tamarisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born. Oh the white dust on the highway! Oh the stenches in the byway! Oh the... Continue Reading →

Resurrection

I fell in love with the way you wrote poems on my skin tracing your fingers that kissed away the scars my soul was tired of wearing I fell in love with the way you whispered just the right things when the heart was lost and restored hope with your patient words I fell in love... Continue Reading →

Existence

What I see, is perhaps,  what my mind wants me to see. What I feel, is perhaps, what my heart wants me to feel. What I say, is perhaps, what my words want me to say. What I do, is perhaps, what my conscience wants me to. Am I a mere puppet  of the elements... Continue Reading →

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