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"ऐ पागल दिल!
चल हट! भुला दे सब क़िस्से!"
हम ने कई बार कहा दिल से।

पर ये पागल दिल
भुला न सका उसे, बोला
"तू बोल कभी ये दिल से!!"
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"O crazy heart!
Forget it all! Let go!"
I said to heart many times.

But the crazy heart,
forgets it not, Utters,
"Say it from heart sometimes!"
Just playing with words n thoughts!
Beauty around
Peace I've found
Spring at its best
An all new zest

Oh life...
I am falling in love with you

Colors sprinkled
Artistically mingled
Heart merrily sings
Mood's upward swings

Oh life...
I am falling in love with you

The glacier of frozen desire
Melting in solar fire
The warmth is soothing
The tenderness oozing

Oh life...
I am falling in love with you

Bumblebees are humming
Right on the buds, chumming
The rivers are calm
Nature plays a balm


Oh life...
I am falling in love with you

Koel birds are singing
On the branch of Palash, swinging
The heart plays encore
For love opens it's door

Oh life...
I am falling in love with you
Vasant panchami....the beginning of spring in india...a festival celebrated yesterday....
The nature is colorful warm and soothing..full of love!
क्या पता
दिल क्यों लापता
ढूंढे उनका ही पता

क्या जूनून
कहाँ है सुकून
जाने क्या ये मज़मून

कैसे कहें
दर्द ये सहते रहें
चुप कब तलक रहें

हर लमहा
दिल है तनहा
उनकी खबर ही कहाँ

रात में रोये
चैन से न सोये
रहे कितने खोये खोये

क्या माज़रा
कोई पूछे ये जरा
क्यों रहे दिल डरा डरा

न दे सजा
दूर अब न जा
पास आ भी जा
Inspired by ravindra nayak
 Feb 2018 Deovrat Sharma
Sakhi
What is my skin for?
To cover up my thoughts so sore?
Thoughts that fuel me like gasoline,
As a candy does to a kid on Halloween

My thoughts are far beyond this world,
But suppressed by the hearts so cold,
People say dream big and shoot for stars!!
But for 18 years they tell us what to say bout isobars

Thoughts are never given freedom to be expressed,
All this world wants is people who can impress,
My thoughts if revealed would drown you all,
And hitting the ground you all will fall.

Why do my thoughts only haunt me at night?
Why do they always wanna stay out of sight?
Maybe because that's what we are being taught,
Bitter thoughts should never be caught.

Let me just scream my thoughts,
A day like this is all i sought,
So don't expect people to stay quiet all the time,
Because with that we are just not fine.

Let my thoughts burn your soul,
Leave a scar, one so gold,
Let me leave a mark on the world,
In this world, let me make a swirl!!
 Feb 2018 Deovrat Sharma
Seema
I felt his gaze
Upon my face
Let low my eyes
Felt rumbling butterflies
No, it was not for me
Or may be
I looked again to see
But gone was he
Was he really eyeing for me
Or was it the other
The one standing behind me
I walked away thinking
To spend my night drinking
In a distance I saw him
Wasn't clear as it got dim
I felt injected
By his gaze
So intoxicating
Full of amaze
The urge to see him again
To drown in his eyes again
Putting my head back
To relax with my latte
Felt someone touch my neck
Startled I ****** back
Hitting my head on the side rack
I saw him smiling
Oh what a timing
He asked to join in for latte
Admitted his gaze
That left me in ablaze...


©sim
A morning start...Tuesday looks promising. The write is fictional; )
 Feb 2018 Deovrat Sharma
Seema
Myths
 Feb 2018 Deovrat Sharma
Seema
For the myths say,
Once the soul leaves a body,
It enters a form to become somebody,
Depending on the good deeds done,
The soul gets its form ready,
To start another life with steady,
This goes on until the lifespan ends,
And the soul is given another form in turns,
If ever this happens with me,
I would love to be a bird you see,
Or the most adorable dog one can be,
Not a human again please,
Cause hurt and betrayal is hard to ease,
Mankind the most unkind,
Its pretty easy to define,
The greed and creed,
Of this human breed,
Most vicious plotting its needs,
On this earth as we all sow our seeds,
Then taken down by the overgrown weeds...


©sim
Scribbling thoughts.
People coming
out of their nest,
Few sundays
marked as fest!

Let's go cycling
or just walk,
Everywhere
people flock!

Kids are playing,
elders relaxing,
Drawing, dance,
or sketching !

Traffic absent,
roads are our own,
Yoga, zumba,
fitness zone!

Football, badminton,
Karaoke,
Sit or lie down
on the road, it's ok!

Move and groove
on favourite song,
Dance on the road,
it's not wrong!

All are happy
it's a good treat,
Come and join
on happy street!
In india, we have happy streets...the traffic is blocked for few hrs...on earmarked road....been there with son...enjoyed ..and inspired to write this...
Moon O Moon!
Why are you red?
Is your mood bad?

Moon O Moon!
Why people call you?
That you go blue.

Moon O Moon!
Why are you miss?
Your sight is a bliss,,

Moon O Moon!
Why are you crescent?
And then absent.

Moon O Moon!
Why are you eclipsed?
A part is missed.

Moon O Moon!
Why are you super?
When I'm bigger.
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Oh dear Earth!
Why do you blame?
It's all your game.

Oh dear Earth!
You cast your shadow,
And hide my glow.

Oh dear Earth!
You turn your face,
It's not my phase.

Oh dear Earth!
You behave psychic,
And I am called lunatic.

Oh dear Earth!
I am always same,
My shine is all your game.

Oh dear Earth!
Reflecting your color,
What is given, same I offer.

Oh dear Earth!
I don't have air.
I'm always fair.

Oh dear Earth!
Out of my love for you,
My phases caused by you.

Oh dear Earth!
My love is eternally for you,
Staying away yet eyeing for you.

Oh dear Earth!
What if you don't respond?
I will keep making your round.
Moon is my muse since childhood...
Witnessed supermoon/red moon/blue moon/Eclipse just now.....
wrote on hp directly...
No edit
spare me for childlike language...
She stands where the river blows her hair wild

no youth and no favor for her
no hands to clean the salt licks on her skin
her palms are dreams wrinkled dry
yet craving an offer.

You come from a distant land, she says,
heavens bless you.

I got no small change, I respond,
my mind drifts to ponder,

a small change, I need that too,
always hungered for
and faltered through
like I missed the vessel narrowly
to be on the river's other side.

Maybe when I come back,
I turn toward her.

She was gone.
Harwood Point, Dec 5, 2017
An abortive river trip, a chance encounter
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