Poetry powers me

Poetry, a unique art, is ordering of words,A poet's muse, his smiles, his pain unheard,His thoughts , and echo of his heart,Poetry is his solace, not just a piece of art,His pen racing with his thoughts,Whether making sense to the world ,It's his experience of his truth of being,Why expect everytime pearls in string,Sometimes may … Continue reading Poetry powers me →

Prince of poetry

I am prince of poetry I rule my land of fantasies My imaginations are my brave soldiers And the words peacefully, live in my kingdom, Once I went with my pen, I saw a beautiful princess Her beautiful face with shades of green Awestruck I was by her flowing streams Her name was Jehrikhal mountain, … Continue reading Prince of poetry →

बारिश

बारिशें होने लगी आज फिर , फिर समां सा बंधने लगा, सब ख्यालों को विराम दीजिये, पकोड़ो पर ध्यान दीजिए, चाय की चुस्कियों के साथ थोड़ा गपशप भी दर्ज कीजिये यादों के बटवे को खोल कर, खुशियों की रेजगारी खर्च कीजिये हर बून्द जब मिट्टी से टकराये मिट्टी कुछ यूं शरमाये चिपक सी बस आपस … Continue reading बारिश →

Eyes

How I wish to scale the depth,They are the deepest oceanWhere would I find words to describe, Which language, and which lexicon,Poet's muse, his inspiration since ages,They can penetrate a heart with much ease,Sharp as arrows , intense in blow,Still world wants to be it's prey, it could seize,Their language is universal, the whole world … Continue reading Eyes →

Balance

Growing big we were always taught by our elders to balance words before we speak. Once spoken they can not be swallowed back, they modulate with air and transmit . They attain eternity, and their impression is indelible,. So , balancing ,as an important aspect with due prospect, was always infused in us . How … Continue reading Balance →

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