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 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
it was dark deepen night.
disparate people were waiting ..
for the late night train.
on a mid-town railway station..

in bitter boon freeze cold.
she was laying..
emerges like a lump.
in rags like cloths..


trying in-vain to shield herself.
within meager & thin blanket..
she rose her head.
looking with bare pale eyes..

she forgot the counting of years.
on a sizzling summer night..
her parents left her.
since then the station was asylum..


as the train comes and go.
what-ever people gave to her..
starving, hungry thirsty.
since previous night..

whistle of coming train.
loaded with a lot of emotions ..
in the scary dark night .
in her nervous thin body..


feeling completely lost within .
she made her move..
forwarded her dry palm .
may be for some food..

passing by passengers.
look at her..
and advanced to.
their destination..



she is waiting for her turn.
to go abode on destination..
away from the world of.
miseries and sufferings..*

                                   *deovrat – 19.03.2015
  ©
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
●●●
playing with the siblings ..
in the park of a small town..
no hurry no worry...
of falling dusk..


running to home..
on mother loudly call..
together eating, fighting..
sleeping in mothers lap..

grasping her hand..
turn by turn..
laughing, smiling...
blooms like flowers..
unmatched
mothers love..
unconditional
fathers caring..


now we have grown up..
grown up with greed..
grown up with jealousy...
grown up with hatred..

parents are isolated
lonely worried..
mother's legitimate love..
is not enough..
to keep us together..


years passing..
hairs turned gray..
kin not in touch...
since long time..

what happen to our love..
affection for each other..
why we became...
so shameless & selfish..

cant they become..
the same...
small child...
once again..
  ●●●
 ©deovrat 'अयन' 13.03.2015
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
so many colors..
red and green color..
yellow and blue color...
dark color..
light color...
black and white color..
so many colors..

from earth to sky colors..
betrayal and faith color..
life and death color..
blindness color..
madness color..
so many colors...


every one is drenched in colors..
emotional and brutality color..
greediness and charity color..
hunger color...
poverty color..
love and hatred color..
I wish to see only one color..
color of humanity in every color..*

                                        *deovrat - 06.03.2015
(c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
Gushing sweat ..
Bare feet….
Walking on a narrow path ..
Through dense forest…

Dark gray clouds..
With roaring sound..
Deepening night…
Glut with fear…


Trying to speed up in vain
Restlessly walking in ..
Strange grove..
Wounded soul..

Faded vision, tired …hopeless…
In vain Peeping into the darkness..
Looking up…towards the  dark sky..
Feeling hollow ..want to cry ..


But will never  ..
Give away hope…
Will come out ..
From all miseries and soup..

                              *deovrat - 20.02.2015  (c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
writing poem is some thing
i am trying as my heart opening
so much joy..so much pain
writing a poem
is it worth or in vain?

even i am trying to write
but all that feel like a bite
thoughts arises out of view
on the paper like a dew


little satisfaction
also some affection
my thoughts makes me write
makes me flying like a kite


                                                      *de­ovrat - 11.11.2014
  (c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
love makes perfection
love gives satisfaction
love makes affection
love makes defection

                                    love is some thing
                                     love is every thing
                                     love circumscribe nothing
                                     but a profound illusion


love give pleasure
love award treasure
love remains forever
admiration or aversion

                                               deovrat - 16.09.2014 (c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
I wish to say some thing
i wish to say many thing
Something interesting
something boring

To whom i reveal
to whom i believe
till what time i keep mum
how much i bear within

So much ambiguity
immense pain
i find the only way
keeping me restrained

Still i  write, so many constrain
writing something, phrases in vain
unable to describe why to be
but the only  way Consoling to me

                                                         *deovrat - 03.09.2014
(c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
What my soul need
What I need
desire is same?
or some divergence

One question
So many answers
Do the answers precise?
equitable with the truth?


Some doubts
So many doubts
Enormous ambiguity
None equity

Every one trying ..….investigation
unknown solution for the same question
Huge attempt, so many life spent,
In search of explanation, but no satisfaction


Each answer brings ……..many complications
often changing desire more, more and more admire
On every dawn when sun smile
all past efforts become futile

I found myself on the same crossroad
initial point,  where  I had started
Most of the life passed away in search of the need of my soul
or myself or both of us


Some times I felt
My soul and me are the synonyms of each other
but soul is immortal, never vanish
than what about this body?

Is it me? or I am the soul?
this confusion always prevail
All efforts I m doing since I came on the earth
are meant for skeleton and none for soul


Physical structure will parish in days to come
but I will remain as a soul
The earth n nature is for tangible body
self realization is for our soul

What efforts I did in past, to nurture the soul?
Truly speaking…..Really nothing
no efforts…barrenness
whatever did meant for skeleton


That will perish with time
Time..
Yes,
Some time..
still in hand
Which can be utilized
In pursuance to achieve the goal


In true spirit, whole heartily
In right direction..
with full enthusiasm
for acquiring  that I need

Yes the absolute need
that is happiness, everlasting  happiness
Infinite Endless, limitless- timeless
always exists…never perish


Eternal peace immensely illuminated
Synonyms of god almighty
Endure within me being the integral part of divinity
I realize myself in my soul

Only need is
True Happiness
I need nothing less than
True Happiness


                                                     ­   deovrat-22.08.2014 (c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
I do not wish
either to write
neither to read
I don’t know
....................indeed
...............................what
.......................................I need?
                                    
Feeling shy 'n' sluggish
relations became  hardship
heavy breath emotionless
drowsy eyes  sleepless


Cowardice mind, thoughtless
impaired soul,  reckless  
helpless and isolated life
wicked, hopeless, futile

Foul smell, tired,
sick posture
wounds never
opened to strangers


Yet my fingers showing
rebellion behavior
putting uncontrolled
phrases on paper

Still I
........do not
....................wish to
................................write

                         ­                            deovrat-21.08.2014 (c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
The fragility of life..
always like walking on knife.
All the stage of life are often..
pressing, met with love and compassion.

As we gets weaker, incapable...
deeds of life become miserable.
Grief grows as death draws near..
we need every anguish to bear.

Counselors and spiritual advisory..
become more and more dearer.
No disease makes one realize..
when a close one dies.

Good deeds and acts of live..
be our ultimate goal all the time ..
We have to make this great progression
with peace and without aggression.

                                 deovrat - 14.08.2014 (c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
So boundless ceaseless..
timeless in space.
Without murmur..
and bereft pace.
                                                    
                                                     Reminding me some notions..
                                                      s­ome  recollection few emotions.
                                                      J­ust alone sometimes..
                                                      remembranc­e reaches to me.
                                                      *
Usi­ng them with care..
I write my emotions.
In my heart so deep..
no one allow to look and peep.
                                                        
­                                                    *It remains untouched ..
                                                     unseen  and unaffected.
                                                     From the temporal stuff..
                                                     believe me it is not bluff.

I am not so shy..
but wish not be in the eye.
Those who dislike facts..
always follow footsteps .*
                                                
                                                      *I follow myself..
                                                       my apprehension, like a torch bearer.
                                                       And also those  who believe..
                                                       live and let live.


                         deovrat - 09.08.2014 (c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
Profound  sleep..
beautiful dreams.
                            
                               Wonderful smile..
                                    pleasant smile.
                                       Admirable smile..
                                             exquisite smile.
                                              Thoughtful smile..
                                                        clam smile .

Restless sleep..
fearful dream.

                           Hatred smile..
                              fluttered smile.
                                    Flirty smile..
                                        bitter smile.
                                          Awful smile..
                                              cold smile.

                                                
                                                                       deovrat - 11.08.2014 (c)
 Sep 2019
Deovrat Sharma
In hunt of sustenance..
his hawkeye were rolling.
In search of  something..
unknown unnamed.

Alongside of the drain filled with stink water..
holding a ***** jute beg on his shoulder.
Some time on side footpath..
walking silent,  in search of something .


Something that could quench his appetite..
sun was shining like a goblet of fire.
Looking  upward with animosity..
he wiped the rushing sweat.

Whole day passed..
he gathered several items.
Sold them and arrange some food..
dusk of evening was approaching  fast.


He reached  home..
was feeling tired sleepy.
A deep lifeless sleep..
to gather courage.

For facing new challenges..
as every day is like a whole life.
Full of struggle, mysterious..
Strange,  alike a unknown puzzle .



                                                  *deovrat - 08.08.2014 * (c)
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