tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232387382024-03-12T10:21:40.341+05:30myspacePainting with words, telling stories, expressing life...Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-42877090371256912352023-06-16T13:47:00.005+05:302023-06-16T13:49:44.956+05:30You chose to be an artist... <div>More rejection</div><div>Little acceptance</div><div>More failures</div><div>Few successes</div><div><br /></div><div>Years of endless hours alone</div><div>Only some in the public eye... </div><div>Countless fiascos</div><div>Few eureka moments</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of black and grey</div><div>Few Reds and yellows</div><div>Many not-nows</div><div>Few red dots with wows</div><div><br /></div><div>Many will say, awesome </div><div>You are an artist</div><div>Few will understand, </div><div>why... </div><div><br /></div><div>More times with no funds </div><div>Few with surplus</div><div>More times of being in red</div><div>Few in blue</div><div><br /></div><div>Many years of waiting</div><div>Before the fame, if ever</div><div>No retirement, no pension</div><div>Ideas constantly brewing</div><div><br /></div><div>You chose to be an artist</div><div><br /></div><div>Unparallel joy</div><div>To forget the pain</div><div>Marks left </div><div>To go on after one has gone</div><div><br /></div><div>Issues immortalised</div><div>Moments frozen </div><div>Emotions etched </div><div>Anger splashed</div><div><br /></div><div>Walls adorned</div><div>Metro stations beautified </div><div>Homes brightened </div><div>Souls replenished</div><div><br /></div><div>Awards won</div><div>Works validated </div><div>Articles written</div><div>People inspired</div><div><br /></div><div>You chose to be an artist </div><div><br /></div><div>A life never easy </div><div>Like a trek up the hill</div><div>Incredible view; deep valley</div><div>Two sides of the same coin</div><div><br /></div><div>A mixed bag my dear</div><div>Anxiety and fear</div><div>Endless thrill</div><div>Satiated soul</div><div><br /></div><div>Artist... </div><div>One of a kind breed</div><div>On colours and forms they feed</div><div>They fall and get up</div><div>They chose to be an artist... </div><div><br /></div><div>I chose to be an artist... </div><div><br /></div><div>(c) shubhra </div><div>May 30th, 2023 </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br></div><div>You became my muse...</div><div>I captured you </div><div>With the first rays of the morning sun </div><div>Mellow and yellow</div><div>And with the last rays</div><div>You a silhouette</div><div>With the rising moon</div><div>And the dramatic clouds</div><div>I captured you just like that...</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br><br></div><div>You were the one where the barbets</div><div>Perched and howled, much to Dudo's anguish</div><div>You were the one where the birds rested before they flew off to the next and the next tree</div><div>You were the one the langoors escaped to</div><div>When Kishan and Sanju chased them</div><div>You were also the one where the flying squirrel</div><div>Took a pit stop before landing on the English oak</div><div><br></div><div>You saw a lot, most of which I am not even aware</div><div>But you saw me fall in love with you and the Ash tree and the English Oak and the Kalchunia and more</div><div>You were witness to the late night banters around the fire</div><div>You were witness to opening up of a new book</div><div>You were witness to many art works and many struggles</div><div>You were witness to a few tears and many laughters</div><div><br></div><div>You stood there tall</div><div>And bare while others bloomed</div><div>One should have seen it coming...</div><div>Why would a mighty tree like you be all bare... </div><div>In a cold and beautiful place like Nainital?</div><div>You had probably lived your life, done your part</div><div>You were probably waiting for the storm that will take you away...</div><div><br></div><div>Wish I had known...</div><div>I would have hugged you tightly before I left... </div><div>Now you have left... </div><div>Fallen prey to the mighty winds</div><div>But my dear andolanjeevi tree you will be remembered forever</div><div><br></div><div>We all must go, </div><div>the best of writers and painters and</div><div>singers and politicians and</div><div>Ordinary folks and the extra ordinary ones</div><div>We try to leave a mark </div><div>Some manage and some go in oblivion </div><div>You have left a mark for sure</div><div>on me and on a significant other I know... </div><div>You taught me to see</div><div>To give </div><div>To hold on and then to quietly fall</div><div>or maybe not so quietly... </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br></div><div>Now you will be stored as log wood </div><div>And will warm many a bodies and souls </div><div>on cold winter nights... </div><div>But the void you create visually and emotionally </div><div>Will be hard to fill</div><div>Till we meet again on a cold winter night</div><div>RIP my dear Rebel tree... </div><div><br></div><div>(c) Shubhra </div><div>May 24, 2023 </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-91849280893501402052022-10-16T14:15:00.000+05:302022-10-16T14:15:35.204+05:30If I were to be something else <div>If I were to be something else </div><div>tree I would be</div><div>Devdar or a mighty oak</div><div>Standing tall on the mountain slopes</div><div><br></div><div>My roots be spread far and deep</div><div>Entwined with the others near me</div><div>Holding tight to the soil, </div><div>Rocks and water</div><div><br></div><div>As would be my branches </div><div>Shooting up to the sky... </div><div>Bare and naked in autumn and winter</div><div>Shedding all that I have </div><div>Carpet of brown leaves beneath</div><div>On which I walk carefully</div><div>In another world </div><div>Where I don this human form</div><div><br></div><div>In the other months</div><div>The branches lush green with foliage </div><div>Allowing the sun to sprinkle itself </div><div>From between to reach the ground</div><div>As I sit under, In my human form,</div><div>I capture the magic of light and shade... </div><div><br></div><div>Nothing lasts forever and fade we must</div><div>Mightiest of trees also go... </div><div>So when time comes let me fall silently</div><div>On a dark monsoon night</div><div><br></div><div>Fall such that the path is not blocked</div><div>That me in my human form can still walk past on The hike to the jungles</div><div>And occasionally rest on me for a while </div><div>As I tie my shoe lace. </div><div>A moment saved forever</div><div><br></div><div>A tree (that's me) silently lies</div><div>Hikers climb on top or sometimes duck beneath</div><div>And cross me admiring the size as they pass </div><div>Often taking a selfie with me...</div><div>An occasional artist takes some close ups to Render them on the canvas later... </div><div><br></div><div>And some day a wood cutter </div><div>Lays his eyes on me</div><div>Cuts me into logs </div><div>Takes me to a workshop </div><div>Where I am reshaped </div><div>Into rocking chairs... </div><div><br></div><div>And when in my human form </div><div>I have a yellow house in the hills</div><div>Two of these rocking chairs </div><div>Made of my wood </div><div>Will be there in the porch </div><div>For me to sit on</div><div>As I watch the sunset silently, holding hands</div><div>Along with another... </div><div><br></div><div>My past, my present </div><div>And my future form</div><div>Meet in a yellow house in the hills</div><div>Surrounded by Oaks and Devdar... </div><div><br></div><div>Next time, when I cross</div><div>A tall and mighty tree... </div><div>Who knows </div><div>It could very well be me </div><div>From another Life, </div><div>In another time... </div><div>A mighty Oak or Devdar </div><div>Standing tall on a mountain slope</div><div><br></div><div>Holding on to the past</div><div>Only hope for the future... </div><div><br></div><div>(c) shubhra </div><div>August 2, 2022</div><div><br></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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orchard in Uttar Pradesh--my birth state.
Almost all, but a few trees had been harvested. They stood still,
exhausted but happy after a bumper crop. The few which still bore the almost
ripe </span><i style="font-family: verdana;">chausa</i><span style="font-family: verdana;"> mango appear like a woman in full term. The fragrance of the
leaves, the scent of the ripeness still on trees reach me with the light breeze
caressing my being, all of it intoxicating. I am transported to my childhood
home in Kanpur.</span></div><p></p>
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house built by my grandfather. He had a green thumb and an immense love for
fruiting trees. One because he loved fruits and two because he loved to light a
fire each night during winter months, in our cozy fireplace and needed
firewood. Our house had a mini orchard.
There were 5 mango trees, 4 lemon trees of different varieties, 1 pomegranate,
1 sweet lime, a <i>chandan</i> tree and
a <i>neem</i> tree. A bougainvillea shrub, 2 <i>gulmohar</i> trees, 2 <i>ashoka</i>
trees, <i>chameli, kamini</i>, lilies, roses, and <i>bela</i> . . .. Once in a
while there would be a grape vine winding up our balcony from the ground floor
with a bumper translucent green offerings.<br />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We, as children, were
responsible for guarding the fruits on all these trees from parrots, squirrels
and even children from the street. Sometimes from our own selves too. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now I live in an
apartment I have two lemon plants in pot and a few flowering ones too like <i>champa,
bela</i>, lilies, roses etc. Today my one lemon tree has one lemon and the
other has two lemons growing. I am
overjoyed as if I have given birth to my own. One <i>champa</i> flower and I
rush to take a picture. <span lang="EN-IN">When the <i>bela</i> flowers blooms, I meticulously collect them in a platter,
keeping them inside my house for the fragrance to spread</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Last night I dreamt of
my Kanpur house. I drifted past the Bougainvillea shrub at the entrance right till
the last mango tree at the fringes of the house; I hugged each tree, crying when
I reached my favourite mango tree at the corner of the house behind the lily
pond. I climbed the sides of the pond and thanked this tree for the joy it gave
us for more than 30 years. I apologized to all trees for not having saved them
or taking them with me when we left the house. I sat there with them until my
alarm went off.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Loaded mango tree—<br />
reminisce of my lost home<br />
baggages of the past<br />
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style="font-family: verdana;">conversations </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">in your head or mine</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">unwired emotions</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">(c) shubhra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">October 6, 2021 </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">++++++</span></div><div><div style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif">pouring rain</span><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;" /><span face="verdana, sans-serif">river like roads</span><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;" /></span><span face="verdana, sans-serif"><span style="background-color: white;">my WFH oasis</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">(c) shubhra</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">September 11, 2021</span></div></div><div style="font-family: verdana;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;">++++++</div><div style="font-family: verdana;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">thundering clouds</div><div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><div>rumbling inside</div><div>unzen-like meditation<br /><br /><div>(c) shubhra</div><div>September 11, 2021</div></div></div><div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">++++++</div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Loaded mango tree—<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">reminisce of my lost home<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">baggage of the past<br /><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">(c) shubhra</div><div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">September 12, 2021</div></div></span></div></div></div>Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-61137653304317744522020-02-13T16:46:00.001+05:302020-02-13T16:46:54.744+05:30कौन थी, कैसी थी... <div>धूप की तरह बिखरी हुई सी</div><div>कभी चांदनी सी पिघली हुई </div><div>होली के गुलाल सी उड़ती हुई </div><div>या बादलों सी मस्त, आकाश में पैटर्न बनाती हुई </div><div><br></div><div>अजीब सी कुछ थी वो... </div><div>जहां जाती थोड़ा कुछ अपना छोड़ आती </div><div>कुछ थोड़ा उसका उठा लाती </div><div>समन्वय थी वो, मिली जुली... </div><div><br></div><div>जब गई तो, </div><div>बहुतों का जरा कुछ चला गया</div><div>उसके साथ </div><div>कुछ ने बयान </div><div>किया ऐसे जैसे सबकुछ थी वो </div><div>कुछ ने सिर्फ खामोश </div><div>अश्कों से उसे याद किया </div><div>मगर सबका थोड़ा कुछ चला गया</div><div>उसके साथ </div><div><br></div><div>वो सब की थी </div><div>उसका कौन, किसी को नहीं पता </div><div>वो अपने साथ सबका कुछ ले गई </div><div>अपना क्या किसके पास छोड़ा</div><div>किसी को नहीं पता... </div><div><br></div><div>अजीब सी थी,</div><div>पर, क्या थी, क्यूँ थी</div><div>क्या क्या छोड़ गई </div><div>और क्या क्या ले गई </div><div> कौन थी, कैसी थी, </div><div>क्यूँ थी, सब की थी </div><div>या किसी की नहीं </div><div>किसी को नहीं पता</div><div><br></div><div>धूप की तरह बिखरी हुई सी</div><div>या चांदनी सी पिघली हुई </div><div>रंग भरा पैलेट</div><div>या खाली सफेद कैनवस</div><div><br></div><div>अधुरी किताब</div><div>या पूरी पेंटिंग</div><div>किसी को नहीं पता</div><div>किसी को कुछ नहीं पता</div><div><br></div><div>बस ज़रा सी थी </div><div>बिखरी सी </div><div>यहां वहां </div><div>जाने कहाँ...</div><div><br></div><div>(c) shubhra 13th February, 2020</div>Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-25710865802006637632019-10-13T19:58:00.001+05:302021-10-19T19:51:58.018+05:30खट खट!! <p dir="ltr">खट खट!! <br>
कौन है? <br>
हम चांद! <br>
चांद कौन? <br>
पूर्णमासी का चांद... </p>
<p dir="ltr">अच्छा! तो क्या लाए हो? <br>
हम चाँदनी लाए हैं... <br>
पता है पूर्णमासी की <br>
चाँदनी में अमृत होता है... </p>
<p dir="ltr">भला? <br>
हाँ! <br>
आज की चाँदनी <br>
जहां जहां टपकेगी<br>
वहाँ अमृत गिरेगा। </p>
<p dir="ltr">तुमको चाहिए ये अमृत? <br>
तुम्हारे लिए खास ऑफर... </p>
<p dir="ltr">अच्छा वो क्या? </p>
<p dir="ltr">चाँदनी के साथ <br>
चांद फ्री!! </p>
<p dir="ltr">(c) shubhra <br>
August 18th, 2019 </p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-46525404467084865222019-09-02T13:39:00.001+05:302020-08-20T11:30:43.834+05:30आज बारिश लगातार हो रही है<p dir="ltr">आज बारिश लगातार हो रही <u>है</u><br>
मूसलाधार... तेज़, काफी तेज़... </p>
<p dir="ltr">घिर आए बादल <br>
कुछ घने, कुछ काले, <br>
कुछ बेचैन, कुछ नाराज<br>
कुछ उदास <br>
लेकिन सब भरे हुए... <br>
रोने को आतुर... <br>
बस अब थम नहीं रहे <br>
मानो सारे जहां का दर्द भरा हुआ हो सीने में, <br>
थम ही नहीं रहे!<br>
गुबार है कि सैलाब की तरह निकल रहा है...</p>
<p dir="ltr">कभी लगा कि हवा के थपथपाने से कुछ सुकून आया,<br>
शायद थम रहे हैं, <br>
रुलाई, सिसकियों में बदल रही है...<br>
बिखर रहे हैं ये बादल...<br>
पर नहीं <br>
ये आज ना तो थमेंगे, <br>
ना ही बिखरेंगे, <br>
ना ही संभलेंगे...<br>
आज तो सब कुछ ही बाहर उड़ेल देंगे </p>
<p dir="ltr">इतना सब कुछ तो है <br>
जो समेटे हुए हैं दिल में <br>
सब का जहां थामे हुए<br>
मेरा, तुम्हारा, उसका, इसका <br>
सबका... <br>
एक अकेला अम्बर <br>
आखिर कब तक </p>
<p dir="ltr">बीमार का, बेरोज़गार का <br>
अकेले-तन्हा का <br>
भीड़ में फंसे हुये का <br>
नज़रबंद का और आज़ाद का भी <br>
नास्तिक का और भक्त का <br>
देसी का और विदेशी का भी </p>
<p dir="ltr">सब कोई अपना सब कुछ <br>
इस आसमान से ही तो बांटते हैं...<br>
भर गया आज इसका कलेजा, <br>
घिर आए बादल... <br>
इतने लोग इस धरती पे <br>
और एक आसमान अकेला <br>
सब का संसार ढकता हुआ</p>
<p dir="ltr">उसका जिसके माँ-बाप नहीं <br>
या जिसके बच्चे नहीं <br>
जिसका रिश्ता टूटा या जिसका दिल धड़का <br>
उसका भी जिसे किसी ने अपनाया नहीं और <br>
जिसने किसी को अपनाया नहीं... <br>
उसका भी जिसने ज़ुल्म सहे <br>
और जिसने बेशर्मी से ज़ुल्म किये<br>
सब इसी के साये में आए </p>
<p dir="ltr">लेकिन ये कहाँ जाए <br>
बादलों की रज़ाई ओढ़ <br>
आज सो रहा है <br>
रो रहा है <br>
भर गया जी <br>
घिर आए बादल <br>
कुछ घने, कुछ काले, <br>
कुछ बेचैन, कुछ नाराज<br>
कुछ उदास <br>
लेकिन सब भरे हुए... <br>
गुबार निकालने को आतुर... <br>
बस अब थम नहीं रहे </p>
<p dir="ltr">आज बारिश लगातार हो रही है... </p>
<p dir="ltr">(c) shubhra <br>
August 18, 2019<br><br><br><br></p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-2464119483899023952019-08-08T22:52:00.001+05:302019-08-08T22:52:47.706+05:30क्या तुम मेरे बारे में सोचते हो?<p dir="ltr">ये सवाल मैं अक्सर करती हूँ अपने आप से...<br>
क्या तुम मेरे बारे में सोचते हो?</p>
<p dir="ltr">जब चांद को देखते हो - क्या तुम मेरे बारे में सोचते हो?<br>
या जब मूसलाधार पानी बरसता है तब?<br>
मेट्रो पे जाते समय तो ज़रूर सोचते होगे? नहीं? झूठ!<br>
अच्छा प्रेस क्लब में तो कभी कभी राग भैरव गुनगुनाते हुए तो पक्का याद आती होगी...<br>
Netflix पे अनगिनत फ़िल्मों की लिस्ट देखते हुए क्या तुम मेरे बारे में सोचते हो? कौन सी देखे?</p>
<p dir="ltr">जब कभी भी कोई पेंटिंग देखते हो तो क्या सोचते हो कि  आजकल मैं क्या बना रही हूँ? <br>
मेरा गुस्सा बाहर निकल रहा है या नहीं... </p>
<p dir="ltr">क्या तुम सोचते हो पहाड़ की उस दोपहर/शाम के बारे में जो हमने साथ बिताई थी - अलबत्ता फोन पर... <br>
क्या तुम सोचते हो, भवाली के चांद के बारे में या फिर पहाड़ की डूबती शाम के बारे में? </p>
<p dir="ltr">क्या तुम मेरे बारे में सोचते हो जब कभी किसी आर्टिस्ट का, खासकर Van Gogh का या Da Vinchi का ज़िक्र होता है? </p>
<p dir="ltr">जब कभी सर्कार की, मोदी की या कश्मीर की बात हो तो क्या तुम सोचते हो मेरे बारे में?<br>
उस रात के बारे में, जब कितने सब्र से तुम मुझे समझा रहे थे और मैं सवाल कर रही थी, समझने के लिए... कश्मीर मुद्दे को?</p>
<p dir="ltr">क्या तुम सोचते हो कि, क्या मैं तुम्हारे बारे में सोचती हूं? </p>
<p dir="ltr">सोचती तो हूं! </p>
<p dir="ltr">कश्मीर में लॉक डाउन हुआ तो, मोदी चुनाव जीता तो.. <br>
चांद को देखा तो, आग जलाई तो, सिगरेट फूँकी तो भी... <br>
पेंटिंग बनाई तो, नहीं बनाई तो भी... <br>
पेंटिंग बिकी तो, नहीं बिकी तो भी... <br>
राग भैरव सुनते समय, रम पीते समय... <br>
पहाड़ पे, पेड़ की परछाई की तस्वीर लेते समय... <br>
पानी में भीगते समय... <br>
हे भगवान... बोलते समय... <br>
क्या बोलते हो  अब हे भगवान किसी को, या किसी बात पे? </p>
<p dir="ltr">ग्रीन पार्क के एक पेट्रोल पंप से गुजरते समय, <br>
आश्रम चौक को पार करते समय... <br>
Da Vinchi की किताब पढ़ते समय... <br>
Franz Kafka का खयाल आते समय - जानते हो मैंने अब तक उसकी किताब नहीं खरीदी... </p>
<p dir="ltr">अपने बालों को देखते समय, तुम्हारे बलों के बारे में सोचते हुए,... <br>
अक्सर रात को सोने से पहले, कभी कभी यूँही दिन में भी... सोचती हूँ तुम्हारे बारे में... और ये भी तो सोचती हूं कि... </p>
<p dir="ltr">क्या तुम मेरे बारे में सोचते हो?</p>
<p dir="ltr">(c) shubhra <br>
8th August, 2019</p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-59325816422832107292019-05-02T09:58:00.001+05:302019-05-02T10:11:38.091+05:30चाँद को देखो <p dir="ltr">घर से बाहर निकल कर उसने आसमान को देखा, और देखती रह गयी...<br>
आज चाँद अधबुध था... पहाड़ों के ऊपर, सुनहेरा सा, अभी अभी उगता हुआ...<br>
काफी देर तक वो चाँद को ताकती रही...<br>
फोन से फोटो खींची <br>
वॉटस्‍प्प खोला, नाम ढूंढा, मैसेज टाइप किया <br>
"चाँद को देखो..."<br>
फिर मिटा दिया, फोन जेब में रखा और फिर चाँद को देखने लगी... </p>
<p dir="ltr">अपने चार रम का कोटा पूरा कर वो प्रेस क्लब से बाहर निकला <br>
आसमां पे नज़र गयी, चाँद को देखा तो देखता रह गया... <br>
फोन निकाला, चेक किया, कोई मैसेज नहीं था... <br>
वॉटस्‍प्प खोला, नाम ढूंढा, टाइप किया <br>
"आज तुमने चाँद को देखा?"<br>
फिर मिटा दिया, फोन जेब में रखा और फिर चाँद को देखने लगा...</p>
<p dir="ltr">अपने 23इसवे माले के घर में वो अकेला बैठा था...<br>
बाल्कनी में आया, सिगरेट जलाई और सामने देखा...<br>
देखता रह गया... <br>
चाँद आज अपने पूरे निखार पे था...<br>
फोन उठाया, वॉटस्‍प्प खोला, नाम ढूंढा <br>
मैसेज स्क्रोल किया... <br>
"चाँद को देखो! हम रहे ना रहे, जब कभी भी चाँद को देखना, खासकर  पूरे चाँद को, तो मुझे याद कर लेना..."<br>
मैसेज टाइप किया... "मिसिंग यू"... <br>
फिर मिटा दिया, फोन जेब में रखा, सिगरेट का लंबा कश मारा और फिर चाँद को देखने लगा...</p>
<p dir="ltr">चाँद को सब देख रहे थे और चाँद सब को...!! </p>
<p dir="ltr">(c)shubhra <br>
21st April, 2019 </p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-2977892806320233362019-04-02T16:36:00.001+05:302019-04-02T16:38:40.718+05:30Hope<p dir="ltr">Barren trees, <br>
shapely, beautiful, <br>
not a leaf on board<br>
shooting up to the sky <br>
twisted, curved<br>
branches reaching out<br>
standing out among the greens<br>
tall and naked to the core<br>
calling to the heavens<br>
for just one, one green shoot<br>
and a cycle of hope again...</p>
<p dir="ltr">(c) shubhra <br>
2nd April, 2014</p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-64701700713397685722018-12-11T01:10:00.001+05:302018-12-11T11:13:18.530+05:30Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was a poem</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a haiku it would be </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">say little feel a lot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was clay</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">bowl it would be </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">holding within it all</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was moon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a full or a new crescent</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">beautiful and surreal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was sunshine</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">hues of sunrise or of winter afternoon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">golden, warm and soft</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was a painting </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Van Gogh's strokes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">spontaneous, colourful with</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">hopes, dreams and agony</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was a rain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a lightning thunderstorm at night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">and downpour; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a live concert.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was a hug</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">bear hug it would be </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">embracing with all it has</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love made love</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">slowly and passionately move</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">feeling each nook and corner</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">before erupting in an orgasm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was her</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a glow in the eyes, halo of white hair</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a song in the heart... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">gorgeous from core<br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was you...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a laughter that grips</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a smile that stirs the soul</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a heart that melts...<br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">or wait</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was you...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">it wouldn’t be love anymore</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">logs of wood chopped from once beautiful Pine</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">now simmering to ash on a cold winter night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If love was anything it could be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a treasure it would be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">of joys, trauma and memories</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">of promises and betrayals </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Love was and love is...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a poetic Question!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Love...<br /><br />(c) shubhra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">10th December, 2018</span><br />
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Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-48376401702640810172018-09-13T22:23:00.001+05:302018-12-10T18:53:42.294+05:30Scars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Let the scars remind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">of life, love and hurt </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">embroidered with </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">blood sweat and tears...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">intensity be thread to weave it with! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(C) shubhra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">September 9, 2018 </span></div>
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Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-64231067441860994742017-08-24T12:05:00.001+05:302017-08-24T12:14:35.357+05:30मेरी टेबल पर एक डब्बा है<p dir="ltr">मेरी टेबल पर एक डब्बा है<br>
जिसमें बहुत सी टूटी हुई चीजें हैं<br>
फ्रिज मैगनट, पेन, झुमके,<br>
खिलौने आदि<br>
वो वहां इसलिए हैं <br>
कि उन्हें जोङना है<br>
कमबख्त वक्त ही नही मिला<br>
इस के लिए। </p>
<p dir="ltr">फिर कल डब्बा उठाया, <br>
चलो ये काम भी पूरा करते हैं... <br>
सामान टटोला <br>
तो नज़र पड़ी <br>
उस डब्बे के एक कोने में </p>
<p dir="ltr">एक दिल भी था। </p>
<p dir="ltr">(c) <u>s</u>hubhra <br>
21st July, <u><u>2017</u></u></p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-60970978045427460922017-06-11T10:02:00.001+05:302019-12-10T00:16:34.768+05:30 If I were rain<p dir="ltr"></p>
<p dir="ltr">If I were rain,<br>
the first shower of the season I would be,<br>
quenching thirst of all parched souls!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Drenching all alike the birds, the trees,<br>
wilting plants on the street<br>
the rich and the poor, <br>
witnessing<br>
the dance of the happy spirit <br>
as I soak them!</p>
<p dir="ltr">(c) shubhra <br>
June 11, 2013<br>
inspired by Manjul Bajaj</p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-48543904624226306242017-06-09T10:38:00.001+05:302017-06-09T10:38:15.756+05:30How many? <p dir="ltr">She asked him <br>
how many <br>
have you truly loved</p>
<p dir="ltr">He replied<br>
One! just one and smiled... </p>
<p dir="ltr">She smiled back <br>
secretly hoped<br>
answer would be two</p>
<p dir="ltr">That would assure<br>
one of them was her...</p>
<p dir="ltr">(c) Shubhra <br>
May 25, <u>2017</u></p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-18832365278534374122017-05-08T14:08:00.000+05:302017-08-24T12:12:10.229+05:30Sense<p dir="ltr">First it is awkward,<br>
then annoying <br>
and worrying <br>
You see a pattern <br>
and it hits home</p>
<p dir="ltr">There is shock<br>
and pain,  <br>
denial too;<br>
Some justification <br>
some attempts</p>
<p dir="ltr">Self wakes up <br>
There is acceptance <br>
to see the unsaid <br>
hear the hidden</p>
<p dir="ltr">All is numb now<br>
Life moves <br>
Memories follow </p>
<p dir="ltr">Touch nestles <br>
on the cushions <br>
Smile hangs <br>
between the paintings<br>
gathering dust<br>
Words play <br>
hide and seek,<br>
tired finally rest <br>
on the tree in the corner </p>
<p dir="ltr">Time for a break<br>
Narangi vodka<br>
or a chilled beer? <br>
or some Adel<br>
maybe Simon & Garfunkel <br>
Still deciding </p>
<p dir="ltr">All is numb now<br>
Life moves<br>
Memories remain</p>
<p dir="ltr">(c) shubhra <br>
5th May,  <u>2017</u></p>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-33779210420019447002015-12-29T19:49:00.000+05:302015-12-29T19:49:18.326+05:30"Love you" doesn't mean love anymore!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We live in strange times<br />what is seen is never shown<br />what is heard, never said<br />what is felt is not what's expressed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Love you" doesn't mean love anymore<br />"hate you" doesn't mean hate either<br />"sorry" is no longer a regret<br />"thank you" no more an expression of gratitude</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I am ok" never means things are alright<br />and nothing is well in "I am well" and "all is well"<br />"nice" no longer is so nice, and<br />"that's ridiculous" may not be that bad</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 12.8px;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A lifetime is spent deciphering meanings<br />Reading between the lines and<br />looking beyond the words<br />Is a skill essential</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">straightforward conversations<br />are rare<br />and<br />life status always<br />complicated...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...because<br />We live in strange times...here<br />"Love you" doesn't mean love<br />anymore!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(c) shubhra</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">December 24, 2015</span></div>
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Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-45096371062143252172014-02-24T12:45:00.000+05:302014-02-24T12:46:56.444+05:30Our Poems... (Part 2)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">Your
poems were for me</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">mine for
everyone but you...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">You
looked at me, for me</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">I looked
at everyone and for </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">everyone
but you...</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">You loved
me but left...</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">I left
you but still loved...</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">You
scarred your body in search of me</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">I scarred
my soul in spite of you.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">You moved
on and turned</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">into a
family man</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">a lovely
husband and a great father.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">I moved
on and turned </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">into a
bohemian artist.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">a single
woman and a great catch</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">Our lives
carried on</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">Our paths
seldom crossed</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">Crossed
if they did only</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">to move
on again...</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">Until one
warm and humid</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">August
Morning...</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">The
destiny intermingled again</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">The line
connected and so did the hearts...</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">Now my
poems are for you</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">but you
are for others</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">I look
for you </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">but you
have to look at others</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">My love
is for you </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">and yours
is divided...</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">My soul
is still scarred </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">looking
for a balm</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">Your body
is still scarred</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">looking
for the cure</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">We seem
to be the pieces </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">of
a puzzle waiting to fit...</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">but you
are still a family man</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">and I am
the bohemian artist</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">single
and a great catch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">(C)
shubhra</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">21st
February, 2014</span></div>
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Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-83873475517129686692014-02-21T17:00:00.000+05:302014-02-22T00:52:15.787+05:30Our Poems...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">My poems were for you</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">Yours for everyone but me...</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">I looked at you, for you</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">You looked at everyone and for </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">everyone but me...</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">I loved you but left...</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">You left me but still loved...</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">I scarred my body in search of you</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">You scarred your soul in spite of me.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">I moved on and turned</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">into a family man</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">A loving husband and a great father.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">You moved on and turned </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">into a bohemian artist...</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">A single woman and a great catch!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">Our lives carried on</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">The destiny intermingled again</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">Now your poems are for me</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">Your soul is still scarred </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">We seem to be the pieces </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">of a puzzle waiting to fit...</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">But I am still a family man</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Single and still a great catch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">21st February, 2014</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">आज पूरी सुबह उसने स्टोर में बिताई... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">बक्से में से गरम कपड़े निकाले </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">और छत पे डाल उनमे धूप लगाई... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">लाल पीले, हारे, गुलाबी हर रंग के स्वेटर बिखरे हुए थे... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">पर उसका ध्यान सिर्फ़ ऊनी जॅकेट और कोट पर था... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">हर एक की जेब टटोल के ढूँढ रही थी </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">शायद कुछ रुपय मिल जाए पिछले साल के... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">फिर नीले कोट में से एक काग़ज़ मिला... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">इंक पेन से सुंदर लिखावट में लिखा था... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'पटेल चौक मेट्रो स्टेशन- 2.30 बजे, इंतिज़ार करूँगा...'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">उसने कलाई पे बँधी घड़ी को देखा...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">दिन के 'ढाई' (2.30) बजे थे...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(c) shubhra, 13th November, 2013</span></div>
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Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-66555083894518365092014-02-21T14:19:00.000+05:302014-02-21T14:22:47.582+05:30एक लड़की शहर में... (1)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
कलफ़ लगी हुई सूती सारी का पल्ला (जो की रात तक मुस चुका था),<br />
उसने कमर में खोसा हुआ था...<br />
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आज वो ज़्यादा थॅकी हुई थी पर नींद गायब थी...<br />
नवेंबर की सर्दी में बाहर छत पे खड़ी हुई<br />
वो चाँद को ताक रही थी<br />
और काँप भी रही थी... <br />
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गुज़रे दिन को याद करते हुए सोच रही थी...<br />
क्या वो भी इस समय जागा हुआ<br />
चाँद को देख रहा होगा?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">(c) Shubhra, 12th November, 2013<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">कल तुम्हारे साथ
थी<br /><br />तुम्हारे सोए हुए <br />बिस्तर की सिलवटों में <br />तो कभी तुम्हारी
<br />किताबों के बीच,<br />तुम्हारे चौके में <br />बर्तनो के साथ <br />तो कभी
दरवाज़ए की <br />चौकठ पे;<br />बगीचे में घास पे पड़ी <br />ओस में<br />और आम के पेड़ पे
<br />चहकती चिड़ियों के साथ,<br />बाहर सड़क पे <br />कंकर के बीच<br />और तुम्हारी गाड़ी
की <br />सामने वाली सीट पे भी;<br /><br />कल तुम्हारे साथ थी<br /><br />तुम्हारी
अलमारी<br />घड़ी<br />कपड़े<br />रूमाल<br />जूते<br />सब के आस पास<br />मंडराती
रही;<br /><br />कल तुम्हारे साथ थी<br /><br />चाय बनाते<br />अख़बार
पढ़ते<br />दौड़ते<br />नहाते<br />खाते और<br />सोते हुए भी...<br />करीब से देखा कल
तुम्हे<br /><br />कल तुम्हारे साथ थी<br /><br />सुना है <br />नौ बजे के करीब <br />खुद
से जुदा हुई थी<br />तो क्या उसी समय तुमसे मिली?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">मगर लगता <br />ज़रूर है कि...<br /><br />कल रात तुम्हारे साथ
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<span class="828195606-07012014"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">(c) shubhra, 6th January 2014</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">आज बहुत दिन बाद वो घर में अकेली थी, काम काज निपटा के वो थोड़ी देर धूप सेकने के लिए बाहर आके बैठी| नीला आसमान, मीठी सी धूप और रेडियो मिर्ची पे मनपसंद गाना... "इतना ना मुझसे तू प्यार बढ़ा, की मैं एक बादल आवारा..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">उसने अपने बगीचे पे नज़र दौड़ाई, टमाटर के पौध में फूल आ रहे थे और गुलदावदी में कली... "ये पौधों का जीवन भी कितना हसीन है, एक सर्दी में ही शुरू से अंत तक का सफ़र तय हो जाता है... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">और यहाँ सदियान बीत जाती हैं मगर सफ़र ख़त्म नही होते..." उसने सोचा|</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">तभी दरवाज़े की घंटी बजी देखा तो एक चिठ्ठी आई थी, लिखावट पहचानी हुई थी, कोरे पन्ने पे 24 पंक्तियों की एक कविता थी... पढ़ ही रही थी की फोन बजा, एक sms था, एक लाइन का, "he is no more..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">कभी कभी कुछ शब्द ही काफ़ी होते हैं कत्ल के लिए, और वो ये सोच रही थी कि... ये पौधों का जीवन भी कितना हसीन है, एक सर्दी में ही शुरू से अंत तक का सफ़र तय हो जाता है... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">और यहाँ सदियान बीत जाती हैं मगर</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> सफ़र ख़त्म नही होते...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(c) shubhra 25th December, 2013</span></div>
Shubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18364439943854785245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23238738.post-44677769358387922292013-12-25T02:02:00.000+05:302013-12-25T02:02:44.532+05:30Sometimes…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Sometimes I am </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">the poet </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">sometimes </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">the poem;</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Sometimes I am </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">the singer </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">sometimes </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">the song;</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Sometimes I am </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">the archer </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">sometimes </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">the arrow;</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Sometimes I am </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">the wound </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">sometimes </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">the blood trickling </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">from your eyes…</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Sometimes I am</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">me</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">and sometimes</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">I am you!!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">© shubhra, 24th December, 2013</span></div>
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