Guldasta

A bouquet of flowers picked along the way ….

नौ दस ग्यारह February 21, 2010

Filed under: Children, Me, family, love, poetry — gurdas @ :

जब वोह है आपको चूमता
मेरी धड़कन थम जाती है|
उस छोटी सी जान में
नजाने क्यों मुझे अपनी परछाईं नज़र आती है|

उसके खट्टे मीठे सवाल और उसकी भोली आँखें
आप जैसा व्यवहार और आप जैसी बातें|
दिल के दायरे में समेट लूं ऐसा सोचता हूँ
पर खुद को पराया जान के रुक जाता हूँ

बस कुछ नौ दस साल का
सुबह की सुन्हेरी धूप सा प्यारा|
एक दोस्त है और चाहता
जब आये जन्मदिन ग्यारह|

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When he lands a kiss on your face
My heart skips a beat
And in his young self
I see a reflection of my soul

His sweet questions and his innocent eyes
Remind me of your mannerisms and talk
I think of surrounding him with my love
But pause because I am yet a stranger

All of just nine or ten years
Precious as the golden morning rays
He desires for one more friend
As his eleventh birthday approaches

 

एक गुलाब (One Rose) February 14, 2010

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One Rose, One Prayer, One Life

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एक गुलाब
और उसके साथ जुड़े हज़ारों एहसास|
एक प्रार्थना
और उसके साथ बंधे लाखों वादे|
एक जीवन
और उसमे सिर्फ तुम|

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One Rose,
And a thousand attached emotions.
One Prayer,
And a million coupled promises.
One Life,
And in it only you.

 

On a day like today February 13, 2010

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On a day like today

On a day like today

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Note: This piece was created about 10 years ago. My apologies to people who are conspicuous by absence.

 

Protected: on my knees February 8, 2010

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नज़र February 7, 2010

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कब सांझ ढली और कब आयी रात
इसकी हमको नहीं खबर|
हमें तो दिखा सिर्फ उन का उजाला
जब भी जहाँ भी गयी नज़र|

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When the light faded and when arrived the night
Of this I have no recollection
All I saw was her radiant beauty
Whenever Wherever I looked