05 December 2007

First Snow of Season


Shwait hai dharti aur chandrama ko hui jalan

hriday aj phir kyun kar raha smaran

swaksh amrit banke tapakta hai yeh jal
har taraf umang phir kyun jal raha hai man

vichitra sanyog aisa ki voh apsara bekhabar
main phir kyun baitha uski yad main magan

tirche naynon main ulajhti hain chanchal kirne
khitij hai phir kyun pulkit kaisi yeh chitvan

neele ambar se utarte hain sushobhit rang
ujala hai har kan phir kyun lagi lagan

pichli barkha ki tarah yeh rang utar jayega
ho rahe jo prasan to kyun phir shithil hai tan

Shwait=White; Chandrama=Moon; Hriday=Heart; Smaran=Remembering;
Swaksh=Pure; Kirne=rays; Khitij=horizon; pulkit=happiness;
ambar=sky; kan=particle; barkha=rain; prasan=happiness; shithil=weak.

2 comments:

shivendra said...

Great!!The beauty of your poems can never be imprisoned in words by anyone..Simply inexpressibly beautiful piece of poetry!!

RC Mishra said...

बहुत अच्छी कविता लिखी है..बधाइयाँ।