My mind is coming apart;
At the seams, lies undone.
सिलाई खुलती सी गयी, मैंने भी सिरा खींचा ,
फिर कुछ देर हुई, उखाड़ा पेड़ जिसे था सींचा |
The endless white wall &
My head collide. Thump.
Here cries the pain. Look,
There's the rain. Go, run.
At the seams, lies undone.
सिलाई खुलती सी गयी, मैंने भी सिरा खींचा ,
फिर कुछ देर हुई, उखाड़ा पेड़ जिसे था सींचा |
The endless white wall &
My head collide. Thump.
आज दिमाग जवाब दे गया, कुछ देर के लिए |
होश सच में मुझे छोड़ गया, कुछ देर के लिए |
Here cries the pain. Look,
There's the rain. Go, run.
बारिश में मिला कुछ पल का सुकून रहने दो ,
बहुत रोका तुमने इस नदी को, अब बहने दो |
My mind is coming apart;
At the seams, lies undone.
very very deep. the way you convert thoughts into words is mind blowing. it's a gift...you are a gifted child. :) keep making our lives. :=D
ReplyDeleteबहुत रोका तुमने इस नदी को, अब बहने दो is a sadly lovely line. The metaphor may be used often but I really liked how your words crafted it into something so poetically poignant.
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Words are gifted by god to us with good qualities no one had time to think........it's 100 % true.
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