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I was a Prince too,
Albeit, without the crown,

I was a sailor too,
My first love being sea forever,

But when we became one,
I chose to sail in your eyes till eternity,

Always by your side I remained with strong support,

Today, I am sorry dear,
I have to go.

Till we meet again,
See me in oceans and sky,
You will find me sailing through.

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Sparkle In Wisdom
9/4/2021
Rest in peace,
Prince Phillip Mountbatten.
When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered as I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass

When my pain is more intense than I can bear
And no medicine seems potent to cure
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When my mind is full of fear
And I find no single soul to share
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When anxiety invades my inner abode
And there is no trace of comfort inside
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When storm clouds gather in the sky
And my tensions rise high
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When the road ahead stretches strenuous
And the distance makes me nervous
I tell myself
This too shall pass

As I lay pinned to the bed in pain
I got a newer insight of all those in deeper strain
My debilitating state gave me a lot of time to pray
And I earned the grace to overcome all my dismay

When the cycle of seasons keep changing
Life, from sorrows to joy will surely be shifting
Let us wait for the pendulum to have its full swing
And let our hopes heavenward steadily wing!

Serenity and sweetness will again fill the air
Doves of peace will coo in pair
The wintry chill will lose its frosty bite
Spring will come on wings like a sprite

‘‘Nevertheless, the hilltop hour
Would not be half so wonderful
Were there no dark valleys to traverse”
Helen Keller’s words now resonate in my ears
Dear friends, I am back to hello poetry after a gap of almost two months. Have been sick with shingles (******) characterized by intense pain…. now slowly getting better. I thought I need to tell myself that this phase too shall pass! This is an illness that has no serious consequences, but the pain is acute, though not for everyone….!
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The dawn after the mayhem,
The life after the death of life,
The pain to see yourself alive,
after loosing every single family,
The heart seeks death yet the brain chooses to live,
The hunters are still there,
Searching for your body and soul,
They want you dead or burried alive,
And in that despair you crave to live.
To live to be able to search your loved ones,
They are dead all gone,
Yet, to find their remains and give them a final burial,
To be able to live through all this,
To survive and move on,
To see millions killed not by strangers but by own people,
By people whom you grew up,
The loss is more powerful,

The cries yet to come,
The hurt is intense,
The emotion yet
to settle in,
The change is indespnsable,
But to move on is yet
to register,
The killers calling your name,
You holed in the washroom,
Trying to save yourself,
Yet, cursing to be alive,
The bloodiest human action in current history,
But, life has to move on,
And yes, you need to live and move on...

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Sparkle In Wisdom
4/4/2021
(This is about Rawanda holocaust, I read a book by "Immaculée Ilibagiza
Left to tell"  in 2010, the pain kind of stayed with me forever.)
#rawanaholocaust
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Each time it rains
The memories of past flash backs again..

At the ending of the day,
The class ends,
The rain begins,
Heavy and forcing,
Rushing and gushing,

And she walks out carelessly ,
Starts her bike and rides in the tide,
Drenched, soaked, wet and refreshed,
In the rain, the memories ignite.

Sparkle In Wisdom.
21/3/2021
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ना जाने कौन सी मदिरा का मुझ पे असर छाया है,
जज़्बात उफान पर हैं और यादों का साया है,

तुम्हारी नशीली आंखें और नाजुक उंगलियों के एहसास,
जज़्बात यह मेरे बेकाबू हो चले हैं,

तुम्हारी तिरछी मुस्कान का जादू जो था,
आज भी अपना असर दिखा रहा है,

न जाने क्यों आज याद आ रहा है,
वोह गुजरा जमाना, वोह तुम्हारे संग गाना,

तुम्हारा कुछ न कहना बस सुनते रहना,
मेरा बेसिरपैर की गुफ्तगू करते रहना,

कितना दूर निकल आएं हैं,
बस यादें ही रह गई हैं,
हसीन भी, नासूर भी जैसी भी,
हैं तो सब यादें ही।


Sparkle In Wisdom
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बिछड़ते हुए,
जो मांगी उन्होंने एक आखिरी मुस्कान,
आंसू उमड़ पड़े सैलाब बन के,

जिनके दीदार भर से गुज़र जाते थे दिन और रातें,
उन्हीं से दूर होते हुए हम कंगाल हो निकले,

इतने तंग दिल मेरे हालात हो गए,
यादों पर शक और सबूतों की ख़ाक भी मेरे पास न थे,

जब अब याद करना जो चाहें वोह जज़्बात,वोह ज़माना कभी,
बस कुछ दीवारें खोखली सी, कुछ हवाऐं सन सनाती सी थीं,

कुछ उनकी आवाज़ की बेरुखी,
कुछ हमारी पायल की खनक भर ही थी,

ना इल्म ही रहा हमें बिछड़े इश्क की यादों का,
जो कभी इन्हीं गलियों में रोशन हुआ करता था,

कभी यादों पर कभी हकीक़त पर शक हो उठता है,

बूडापे की दहलीज पे जनाब,
शायद सब अब खयाली ख़वाब का माजरा भर लगता है।


Sparkle In Wisdom
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ले के दाद उनकी
कुछ यूं सुकून मिला,

हम अकेले नहीं इस
जहां में,
जो हैं यादों के गिरफ्त में।


🥂

Sparkle In Wisdom
Translation -
By getting their praise for my poem on memories,

I felt eternal peace thinking I am not alone as prisoner of  memories.
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