Posted in Poetry on 04/19/2009 06:38 am by Baldeo Pandey
सुबह क "ंस बूं स….
टक ?ई थ स्मृतिपटल पर,
सासों में महसूसने ल?ा था उसे…
लसाई ोपहर क पक,
'ोने ल?ा था….
याों क ुनिया में,
हाँ ब 'ोने के लिए कुछ भ नहं बचा था,
सुबह से शाम तक….
आँ'ें नहं थकत थ…
इंतार में,
आ शब् ह हैं…
"र कोई नहं पास,
शब्, मौन शब्…
तरास रहे हैं एक बूत….
याों के पत्थरों से ,
भर रहे हैं सम्वेना के सुर….
हर हुई िन्? में,
उसका आना,
पास बै ाना ….
शुकून ेता था,
तस्क करता था वू का….
शिवालिक क पहाड़ियों से छनत हुई हवा में…
उसक सु?ंध महसूस हो रह है आ,
पास बै हुई एक ृश्य आकृति…
कोई ंध विश्वास नहं,
भावना"ं का सं?म…
आँ'े फिर टिकने ल? हैं ….
डाल पर डोलत ?ौरैये पर …..
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Posted in Poetry on 04/18/2009 08:01 pm by Baldeo Pandey
आज फिर आई तेरी याद,
आओ ना…
सपने में ही सही,
थोडा मुस्कुराओ,
मुझे बखूब याद है -
वह बरसाती शाम…
एक - दूसरे में समाए,
दो देह, एक जान….
तू मोरनी सी…
नाची थी….
छत पर उस रात,
मैंने देखा था…
चाँद को मात खाते पहली बार,
हे मेरी प्रेरणा की प्रतिमूर्ति….
आओ ना …..
फिर एक बार…
सपने में ही सही…
बावरी सखी….
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Posted in Poetry on 04/12/2009 04:07 pm by Baldeo Pandey
No trace of black bird,
Vanishing from horizon
Leaving certain memoirs,
Her lucid words,
Soothing gestures
Still remind, those wonderful days .
Perhaps a rocky city has engulfed her
Or she is under self imposed moratorium,
In this World, a relation needs definition,
A linkage .
Insolvency of such relations,
She,
The Black Bird ..
Still pulsates in my veins .
Silently ..
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Posted in Poetry on 03/22/2009 06:02 pm by Baldeo Pandey
Looking for few words,
Words of .
Compassion,
Companionship,
Communication .
Accepting alms of Love,
Killing the loneliness,
Helplessness,
Emotionless moments
Bloggers, the beggars .
Begging for peace,
Creativity,
Involvement
Dreaming in isolation .
Interacting in a virtual world .
Words,
Words ..
The intellectual fodder for the beggars,
The Bloggers .
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Posted in Poetry on 02/23/2009 06:37 pm by Baldeo Pandey
She came in my life with twinkling eyes,
With soft smiles,
Rosy cheeks .
She filled the family with eternal joy,
Poli found her younger sister with pleasant surprise,
Annie, my newly born daughter .
Another divine gift .
Blessed with cherished soul
Annie .
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Posted in Poetry on 11/06/2008 01:53 am by Baldeo Pandey
At nightmarish midnight,
Sleepless,
Stressful,
Lacking soothing words
I was an ordinary man at that time
Crossing bridges in thoughts,
I put my cheek gently on her tiny palm
Feeling the warmth of mother's lap,
I was a kid, percolating tears
Hidden fear, frustration and futility started venting out
Her palm rescued me,
Comforted me while she was asleep,
I cried silently,
It was soul searching exercise
My daughter,
An angel
Tendering unconditioned love,
Restoring trust in myself
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Posted in Poetry on 11/01/2008 06:02 pm by Baldeo Pandey
Bleaching from within,
While remembering her .
I find myself blank, totally empty,
Stranded in the mob
Her words still whisper in my ears,
What retaliation, a life may suffer
Confused, completely perplexed
Love or hatred,
What she deserves .
Very difficult to decide,
I know only one fact
She strengthened me amidst crisis,
Flourishing on her sacrifices
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Posted in Poetry on 10/20/2008 09:07 pm by Baldeo Pandey
Hey Bangaluru!
How are you?
How do you hold my friends away from me?
Do you a piece of land or a magnetic field?
Do you know?
How sweet my friends are there?
I have never visited you,
Perhaps you are a magician .
Trapping the beauty in your lap,
She always pulsates in my vein .
Hey Bangaluru!
I dream one day,I shall touch you .
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Posted in Poetry on 09/07/2008 08:33 am by Baldeo Pandey
One may assess her eagerness,
Restlessness,
Desperation,
Sense of possession .
Although she lives far away,
In a concrete jungle,
Surrounded by earthy ideas and objects,
Still she nourishes the soft feelings,
Yes, she is you
No need to ask about her credentials,
Just feel it,
Fit oneself in to it ..
One will find herself emerging from misty surroundings
Knowing that she wants to meet the imaginary creature
A strong pulling force,
Last moment surviving instinct .
Embracing him in isolation, invisibly
Web of suspicion,
Mistrust,
Uncertainty
Keeps the souls apart,
Waiting for the moments,
Few words,
Making images in the closed eyes .
She lives far way
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