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Aparichit | Hindi Poetry
Aparichit | Hindi Poetry
वो बाज़ारों में भीड़,
वो गलियां भरी हुई है ।
चार रस्ते पर रुके हुए,
निग़ाहें खड़ी हुई है।
थका हारा , बे सहारा , हर इंसान चला जा रहा है,
उम्मीद में, हौसले से
वो आगे बढ़ा जा रहा हैन ही रुकना वो चाहता है,
न थकना वो चाहता है,
बिन मंज़िल के और बिन रास्तों के,
वो सबको आईना दिखा रहा है
देख ता वो आस पास
हर सूरत हताश है
हँसी है चेहरे पे
दिल से बड़े ही नाराज़ हैजान चुकी है दुनिया सबको
खुद को जान ने में न ज़रा भी मौह है
भीड़ में होकर
भीड़ के भी नहीं हो पाटे
खोई कहीँ और ही उनकी रूह है
सोचते है कुछ
कुछ और ही करते है
अंदर रखते है कुछ
कुछ और ही कहते हैचाहते हैं कुछ और
पाने को कुछ और ही दौड़ रहे है
बिन वजह ही अपने जीवन में
अंचाए मौड़ ले रहे है
भूले नहीं है खुद को समझाना
पर समझाना चाहते नहीं है
अपने आप को बता सकते है सब
पर कुछ भी बताते नहीं हैमुखोटा चेहरे पे नहीं
अपने अंदर डाल रखे है
भाग रहे ये दुनिया से नहीं
ये तो खुद से ही भाग रहे है
अनगिनत शोरों में
ये अपनी आवाज़ खो गए है
न हुआ खुद के न किसी और के
बिन मंज़िल बिन रास्तों के
ये तो अपने आप से ही दूर हो गए है।
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Alvida | Hindi Poetry
Alvida | Hindi Poetry
Khatm hui ab daud,
Chala manjhi kinaare ki aur,
Vo lehroon ke shoor, choode ja raha hai,
Apne vartmaan se rishte tode ja raha hai,
Behta ja raha hai, apne hi paani mein
Aur apno se hi dur vo ab hota ja raha hai,Chala ja raha hai,
Vo chala ja raha hai,Aaya tha yaha vo apni zindagi banane,
Apno se dur, apna ek aashiyaan sajane,
Log mile, Kaarvan bana,
Safar jo tha jeene ka, vo suhaavna bana,
Kisi ne Khushiyoon mein Hasi baanti,
Kisi ne gam mein Ashq bahaaye,
Kuch Log jude dil se,
To kuch Log hue paraaye,Sab kuch paa liya usne yaha,
Aur ab sab kuch khoo ke jaa raha hai,Chala ja raha hai vo
Chala ja raha haiBadte badte Maanjhi, khoob aage badh gaya hai,
Apne raaston se age, apni mazil tak chad gaya hai,
Khush hai vo bahot,
Par gum bhi kam nai hai,
Dur ab yaha,
Vo paani ke beech jesaa mausam nai hai,Kinaare pe ruk ke, vo aahein bhar raha hai,
Dur paani ko dekh, apni yaadein yaad kar raha hai,
Pata hai use bhi, ki ab vo waqt ja chuka hai,
Sapno se dur, maanjhi hakikat mein aa chuka haiApne hoothon se haske,
Aankhon se ab roo raha hai
Paani se nazrein churakar,
Kinaaron ki duniya mein vo khoo raha hai,Chala ja raha hai ,
Maanjhi
Chala ja raha hai@ramta jogi
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English Literature Poetry: College Memories
College Memories | English Poetry
All the miscalls will be gone,
Direct The phone calls will be on.No more chatting with the Friends
Long-lasting meetings will lead to the Day End.Leaving aside The Exam Paper,
Life will be engulfed in the daily newspaper.Years will be gone, seeing your friends Look,
It will just be seen on Facebook.The Birthday treats will be over,
And that special day will end with a good night and shower.The shopping will cease,
The roaming will freeze.The gossip will get lower
The small fights will get over.All things will change
Only the names of the people will remain the same,And one thing which always will Exist Are
“MEMORIES”
College Memories | English Poetry
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Friends for life | English Poetry
Friends for life | English Poetry
With the twist and turns,
Life embarks:
With life; comes a list of parts,
Some are close, Some are far,
But all arose from the same starts.
Time moves, age enhance
Then comes the part,
Which alone withstands
The part not connected or related,
The part totally isolated
That part is termed as “Friends“ by name,
Defined in many ways all ends in the same. 1st they make their way in our lives
Slowly they become the reason to survive.
They become the reason to laugh,
The reason to cry,
The reason to quit,
The reason to try.
Slowly and slowly they become a thought,
An emotion altogether
They become a part,
Which is felt altogether
They change our world from idle to life
They make us understand why “Life Is called Life”
That’s Why They Are Defined As “Friends For Life”Friends for life | English Poetry
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Childhood | English Poetry
Childhood | English Poetry
The Time was odd, The people were even We were born, From womb to heaven,
With small fingers, cute face; We came in the world by god’s grace.
We learnt to walk, then to talk, Than to hear and later to bear,
Surrounded by toys And Hampers, We were loved, we were pampered.
Life was good, life was going, And there were we, totally enjoying
Nice clothes, tidy hair, Tightened boots, roaming here and there,
We slept when we wished, We ate at our own risk, No thinking of what doing next, No tension to make the present perfect The time was good, The mind was free. Life was going as we destined it to be.That’s what meant childhood to me
Childhood | English Poetry
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