Posted in Holiday on 03/01/2008 01:34 pm by akshayadas
tumhara dard hume chhu gaya hey,
dard, zakhm aur zindegi kabhi ek doosre ko chhodtey nahin;
yeh dard ka rista hey;
ek anokha pan hey;
andar se ek ajeebsee ghutansee mehsoos ,
hamesha ka liye chhod jata hai;
dil tadapta hei, dhak…dhak…dhak…
tadap tadap ke thum jata hey,
jab tak aur kuchh anubhav ko nahi likh patahu;
aap ke liye;
kabhi kabhi sochta hun sub kuchh likh dunga,
bata dunga duniya balon ko;
ye zhoota zindegi ke parisaniyoko;
lekin koi andarse rok leta hai…
kya karu..lachar bebas ek insaan zo hun…
Posted in Holiday on 02/29/2008 07:19 pm by akshayadas
Time & again I was caught in the rain,
took to bed; never to rise again…
Memories be it pleasant or sad is always painful.
Work without hope, draws nectar in a sieve;
Hope without an object cannnot live….
In the welter of doubts life still provides moments of exhilaration.
One impulse from vernal wood, may teach you more of man..
The woods are lovely, dark & deep ,
but I have promises to keep; miles to go before I sleep..
Posted in Holiday on 01/21/2008 01:42 pm by akshayadas
The Gardener 14.1.08
Aghast at the site,
the nights’ nocturnal visitors
spoiling my garden,
the garden is wet with dew drops spread across,
all the petals, flowers, leaves, branches
and grass is wet,
it is just dawn,
And even they wouldn’t spare my foots,
i dare not to put my foot there,
but my sheer emotion with annoyance,
how dare the dew drops invade my garden,
In a whiff i switch on the pipelines, to spray
water to the plants to see the vast drops collapse
before my eyes..before my eyes..
it’s human nature, it can’t tolerate some intruders’ tresspass,
to its arena, lest however mighty that be…
