Do you pity or envy a world
That has cut off its calluses
Do you love or fear a world
So gentle against the wind
That a ***** would bleed
That a pinch would twinge

I pity and fear it,

Thus:

Here I am, hiding
In a boat of poetry
In the strait of obscurity
Between two oceans of fear

Between
The old world of joyous suffering
And
The new world of unbearable peace

Trying to marry the water of lively green
And the deadly blue

As I tie the old waves to the new
I set aflight an echo through the wind-
In the shape of a dove, a clarion call:

"Don't renounce your past
But accept it with pride,
Lest you be judged for what you have done,
And never
What you could, would, and will do!"

When you lose an family member it always there.
In your heart, an piece that has been ripped out.
It matters not what others might tell you about it..
That eventually you get over it, for that is not true.
You never get healed on losing someone you love.
It has 34 years since my father went away in death.
It still hurts even worst than the day that he had died.
Actually I believe that I was in shocked at the beginning.
But it still hurts really bad especially the anniversary of his death.
My mother, sister, and nephews hurt really bad as well too.

x-x-x-x-x

तुमने स्वीकार किया ना किया..
मैने तो अपना मान लिया !
प्रिय मन में मुझे बसाना था..
तुम भ्रांति ह्रदय में बसा बैठी !!
~~~

प्रिय स्नेह निमन्त्रण दिया तुम्हे..
तुमने क्यूँ उसको टाल दिया !
मेरे अरमानों की पुष्प लता को..
यूँ ही किनारे डाल दिया !!
~~~

मैं स्वयम् ही अपना दोषी हूँ..
इक तरफ़ा तुमसे प्यार किया !
­ ना कुछ सोचा, ना समझा कुछ..
बस जा तुमसे इज़हार किया !!
~~~

वो एकल प्रणय निवेदन ही..
कर गया मेरे मन को घायल !
तुम समझ ना पाई मर्म मेरा..
और व्यग्र फ़ैसला ले बैठी !!
~~~

अब ऐसे प्यार की बातों का..
क्या मतलब है क्या मानी है !!
मैने क्या चाहा समझाना..
तुम जाने कुछ और समझ बैठी !!

प्रिय मन में मुझे बसाना था..
तुम भ्रांति ह्रदय में बसा बैठी !!

x-x-x-x-x

@deovrat 12.09.2018

Soon
Autumn's grand parade will clamor
      through the streets
Drumbeats
Chilly harvest of marching bands
      and hayrides
      The ebbing tides
of long days
Confetti blown from reluctant trees
Fluttering ochres and rocketing rubies
As nature lets the clock run out

Blow summer a sweet kiss goodbye --