Birthday gift: A poem by Shashi Gupta
two babies born, under the same roof one to the master, one to the poor help. A party thrown to celebrate one the poor child...
two babies born, under the same roof one to the master, one to the poor help. A party thrown to celebrate one the poor child...
एक रवायत है ये कि संग जलना है हमेंरिश्ता तेरा-मेरा महज़ रूहानी ही तो हैकहने को अंधेरे के बाशिंदे हैं हम मगरहमसे ही ये आलम...
दिए की जलती बुझती लौ टिमटिमाती हवाओं में पर न हारे हिम्मत चाहे बवंडर हों लाख फ़िज़ाओं मेंदीवाली ने पूछा दिए से आखिर क्यों जलते...
बाती बोली अपने दिये से सुनो! बहुत बेचैंन हो आओ, रुक जायें कहीं अब जायें थोड़ा सा ठहर I बरसो से यूँ तप तप कर...
“Catechizes my subliminal self, forcing me to ponder Veiled cobwebs, be cleansed, in my soul yonder That itch, wombed, yet scraping, tugging to hatch Ransacking...
“Catechizes my subliminal self, forcing me to ponder Veiled cobwebs, be cleansed, in my soul yonder That itch, wombed, yet scraping, tugging to hatch Ransacking...
A birthday giftwrapped in ribbon, pink, blue or greenseems a mystery box to mesitting on a table to be solved.Abra-Kadabra!!! golden bobblesthe gift you get...
The little girl woke up, With a lot of pain on her face.Resting on a garbage pile,She was full of disgrace.No one around her, To embrace her...
On a mystical, magical, silent, silvery, starry night Dispelling darkness when the rising stars in the sky smiled bright One amongst them was brilliantly luminous...
आओ चारों ओर प्रकाश फैलाएँ रूहानी इश्क़ जताकर बाती बोली दीये से मन्नत का धागा बन कर मै तुझ में समा जाऊँ तुम्हारी अर्धागिनी बन...
Black, the colour so mysterious and a journey unknown In relationships sadly as seeds of suspicion are sown Black, the colour of eerie darkness of...
The fear within strikes back stronger than before this timeI am trapped in the black box filled with depraved thoughtsthe feeling of nothingness is choking...