Category: poems
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The straight Line
The straight lines, Infinitely parallel, Meet at the end…….. The sky Filled with diamonds, Scattering all over…… The stroke of hammer, Infinite potential, The broken Pot……… A helpless puppy, A wandering monk, Both are happy…… The motherly touch, The divine sight, And the molten one…… A smell, A tune, And the mesmerised one…….
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Oh my dark night….
I dance with you, my dark night In the dancing, remains only light….. I was running, away from you Again and again trapped by you…. You are such a lover with your frightening silence I was being coward, trapped in my own fence…. Today I gathered the courage to look in your eyes I saw…
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Yeh Jo Halka Halka……
Paas Rehta Hai Duur Rehta Hai Koi Dil Mein Zaroor Rehta Hai Jab Say Dekha Hai Un Ki Aankhon Ko Halka Halka Suroor Rehta Hai (Near or away, certainly someone is living in the heart.Since I saw her eyes, what remains is a mild dilute intoxication.) When I heard these words from famous sufi qawalli…
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The old house……
Here I go back, over a dusty road I don’t know where, I don’t know why…. Thousands of trees are going back, and there is my shadow trying to merge with each of them… I come in front of a gigantic house…my own… Very old, absorbed in me, but now, it is detached… This is…
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Ghalib: The unbeatable Beauty
Many poets, I love. I love them for their beauty, for their tenderness.Ghalib is one of those poets. Ghalib was not enlightened. He was not a saint or the one who had seen. But, his vision was very sensitive. He had immensely sensitive. Here, I again a remember a beautiful couplet from Ghalib- People are…
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Jalaluddin Rumi- The poet who could see
Today, I remember a very beautiful couplet from famous Sufi mystics, Jalaluddin Rumi. Rumin was a poet who had seen the truth. There are many people who are good poet. Also, there are some people who have seen. But this combination is very rare. Combination of poet and mystic. The couplet of Jalaluddin Rumi says,…
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The Eternal Connection
The Thirst of earth is known to sky.. The eternal connection, thats why… The pregnant silence of a bud Is never wasted in mud The thirst to rise Is the only vice.. What is needed is thirst to grow Everything happens, then in just a blow This eternal connection is what I love In the…
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The delicate thread of Love
Today, I remember a very beautiful poem, written by a very magical poet. The poet is Rahim. The poem has a meaning as follows- The delicate thread of love, don’t break it with a jerk, Once broken will not be joined, if joined, it will carry a naught. This poem is really very beautiful and…
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Perception
Whatever comes out, Is destined to go in ….. What remains out, Is just the remembrance…….. Fumes and fumes everywhere, Distorting the vision……. The feet are in the mud, Without any reason….. The past has in it, The future of every present And hence we lose, Moments those should be nascent….. To attach with the…
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The Idol Worshiper
Let it be Handmade Or a mind made Idol, I am a worshipper, And I need an Idol… To hang up the loads….. Which I can’t bear…. To not to start the journey, Which I fear…… I go on changing, So the Idol does…. There is only journey, There is only fuss….. I have created…