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प्यासी धरती करे पुकार

धूपमें तप के हो गई हूं मैं, जलता हुआ अंगार; कहे बिचारि यह धरा

चाहिए अब मुझे ठंडी ठंडी बौछार, और श्रृंगार सुंदर और हरा

नदियाँ हो रही है मेरी खाली, और सागर  पानी से खूब है उभरा

सालभरकी प्यास बुझाने मेघराजको मैंने है, किया पुकार

आकाशको की है मिन्नतें हज़ार, जी भरके खोल दे आज तेरे द्वार

जी भर के मुझपे बरसना आज, सुन ले, इस धरतिने है तुझे पुकारा

ऐ हवा, लाना तू  बदरीयां काली, ओ बदरी बरसा जा जल की धारा

आत्मा है मेरी प्यासी, तृप्त कर दे तू मुझे आज, कर दे मुझे हरा, ओ मेरे यारा

झूम झूमके बरस, प्यासी धरती आज करती है तुझे अंतरमनसे पुकार

बरसना होगा अब तुझे, तन मन है मेरा प्यासा, निभाना होगा तुझे वादा-ए- प्यार

मेरा अंतर है प्यासा, तुझे बरसना होगा यहाँ, निभाना चाहती हूं मैं यह व्यवहार

याद रखना सदा यह बात, प्यार तो आखीर प्यार है, नही कोई व्यापार ।

Armin Dutia Motashaw
राधिका रोये

मैं हूं वो सीप, बिना एक भी कीमती मूल्यवान मोती;

धुंधली पड़ गई है मोती सारते हुए अब मेरे नैननकी ज्योति

मोती आँखोने मेरी, तेरी याद में, न जाने कितने बहाये

तेरे इंतज़ार में मैंने न जाने कितने साल है गवांए

मोती मेरे बन गए है पानी, कीमत इनकी तूने न पहेछानी

दिलका दर्द जो मोती बनके बहा, उस दर्दकि कदर तूने न जानी

क्या कहूं तुझे, तू तो है अब एक राजा, ओ मेरे मथुरावासी !

कब मिलोगे मुझे तुम, ओ कन्हाई, राह निहारु ओ  अविनाशी !

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Death comes to each of us, sparing none, to one n all

We for ourselves or our dear ones, death cannot stall

It's impossible to play this football match; one cannot pass on the ball.

However great a doctor is, a soul he can never reinstall

So finally, when a dear one passes away; into depression we may fall.

This perhaps is a re-awakening for us, a Heavenly alarm or a call

Our subconscious mind we have to stir n awaken; so that happily we enter Ahura's hall

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Help me this depression, pain and frustration fight

Grant me patience and that much needed correct  insight

Let down I feel n forsaken too; feel I, a heaviness in my chest, tight

I know I need to control my feelings; letting negativity go off, like a kite

Smothered I feel, the wound n intensity too deep are; show me a ray bright

All you dear ones from the Heavens, please quickly help me set things right.

Anar
નિરાશા ને આવકારતા ક્યારે શીખશે તું ???

આટ-આટલી નિરાશા માળીયા પછી પણ, કેમ આશા છોડી શક્તિ નથી તું ???

નિરાશા સ્વીકારવા ક્યારે શીખશે તું ???

Armin Dutia Motashaw
A SHRINKING WORLD

Huge it was, with vast space, plenty of people, and widely open skies;

Now in a room or two, around his bed, wash room n table, in a mess, shrunken it lies.

Umpteen number of people he met daily; heard he sometimes, screams, even their cries

There was noise, commotion, laughter; very many hellos n also good byes

Traveled he widely, using his passages free, especially where Air India flies.

Restrictions age brings n accept this everyone must; this we know, n one definitely tries

But when pain intense becomes, n movements restrictive, then one often cries

Then in helplessness utter, in self-pity n frustration, one sometimes inward pries

Prays to God, appeals to docs many, or Gurus; tries till every tear dries

At last, in his little by little shrinking world, a slow suffocating death he dies

Armin Dutia Motashaw
26th NOVEMBER

A black day in the history of our commercial capital Bombay, this was;

Enemity, hatred, jealously, a weird mentality was perhaps the cause

only if we could act after we thought, after we could, for a while pause;

Only if human beings, a little worried would be, about their dreadful consequences;

Their facing God, difficulties they would face in crossing to the other end, those after-death fences.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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