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)

●●●
it all set
and
finally he left
assign no reason
or argument
◆◆◆

what
to regret
about his act
I never wish
to discuss infact
◆◆◆

he is always
in my remembrance
i perceive
his presence  
in every object
◆◆◆

forever
he is with me
and lives
in my heart
never to forget
●●●

© deovrat 24-05-2018

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)

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)

...
lanky trees..
on  both side of dark road...
was swinging....
gust of wind with..
howl sound...
stinging....
footsteps..
of a stranger...
entered in my ear....
it was..
like whisper of ghost...
or a dread killer...

I shudder..
with fury...
but no fear....
sweat was guessing..
from my body...
like a river....
I prayer to God..
remember to my...
near and dear....

no one  was visible..
within the range...
who was that unknown....
really strange....
is it disappear..
in the park...
frightening me....
as falling dark..

I was..
mesmerized...
trying to hunt unknown...
falling dark realized me..
I am alone...
is it..
really some...
strange sound....
or just the..
fear of unknown?
 x-x-x
*(c) deovrat - 25.07.2014

●●●
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

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)

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)

I wish I could express..
    my feelings…
      to confess that..
         how much I love her…

I wish I could convey..
    at least something…
      to make her feel..
        how much I concern her…

I wish I could bring..
   her dreams come true ...
     to improvise her life..
       in-order to secure her…*

I never was desperate..
     to express in words...
        may be she is aware..
           how much I admire her...

I made many plans..
   to be precise and certain…
     but never could..
      qualify to recognize her…

*Whatever I  do..
     my efforts are there…
       unconcerned to perceive..
         the extent I passion her…

              *deovrat - 10.02.2018 (c)

Often I wonder why..
Try to look beyond the sky...
Far far too far......
Till ocean meets to the sky..
Although my vision gets faded...
My desire to see beyond the horizon added...
More and more I try....
I wonder why...

*deovrat - 12.02.2014

...
walking
in the scorching
heat of mid summer
with torn shoes
in cracks bearing feet
he was feeling
acute thirstiness
~~~
struggling
to cover his
deprived stained face
with dilapidated wrapper
a profound smile
spread on his
anhydrous lips...
~~~
having
the glimpse
of the bunches
of dense shadowy  trees
on the bank
of a perennial
stream
~~~
pushing  
or just crawling
under the
shadow of trees  
he dragged
himself nearer
to the river
~~~
splashing water
drenched quest
half closed eyes  
mortal, aliv, relaxed
eternally blessed
in the lap of
mother nature
...
(c)  deovrat- 21.04.2018

Brisk cold breeze on that evening..
Stupefy illusion of murmuring.
Hazy feeling of glossy tone..
Sweet honey drop sparse moan.

                                         Smiling lips bright eyes..
                                          Looking towards beyond the sky.
                                          So many stories ..
                                          So many tales.

Spring,  Summer, Fall and Winter..
Lapse days in countless number.
Seldom strikes remembrance ..
Take memories to the same place.**

                                           Brisk cold breeze like sharp pierce..
                                           Falling dusk angst heartbreak.
                                           Dark mind closed eyes ..
                                           Sweet memories lips smile.


                                                        ­                                *deovrat - 30.07.2014

mind blown up..
heartbeats run faster..
raised eye brows..
volatility in words...
just because of ..
some one...
to whom..
I neither hate...
nor like..

I never praise..
Praise to normal work..
capabilities..
commitment to work..
Praise to the extra-ordinariness..
Knowing the capabilities..
But the fact is..
little praise…
is proud ridden…
I never wish to hurt ..
though facing disliking..
by all means ..
I always wish ..
To remain calm..
impartial…

but in others perception..
always remain partial..…
in need…
In hardships..
depending upon..
individuals Perception..

it may  lead towards…
positiveness or negativity..
state of mind..
Illusion always misguide..
always remain side by side..
with every one…
you have to make balance..
within the dual minded state..
throughout the life…

                             *deovrat - 21.04.2015 (c)

●●●
not many people
in this world
seems to infer
the language of impassion

from tangling eyes
apart to derive
some unspecified
conclusion

promise me
to understand
my wishful desire
of hearts passion

few people
in this humankind
they are able to
make out reason

deducing nature
of thoughts
they listen  and understand
silence of someone

if a person unable
to understand language of love
then no use
to make companion  

●●●
©deovrat 13-08-2018

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)

So many hurries ..
So many worries.
So many notion..
None can console my emotion.

Feeling tired and hurt..
No one look at me I detect.
Difference of one day..
Till day before yesterday.

People were suppose close to me..
Now don’t  find way around me.
Till yesterday they  do not hesitate to meet..
Now with cold handed come to greet.

Every one looks up without any expectation..
Keeping mum, so many emotions.
To see people passing by..
Bare mind  wish to cry.

So many hope all tentative..
Some positive mostly negative.
May be i am like a used piece of paper..
Zigzag lines twisted taper.

x-x-x-x
                                                 ­             
*©deovrat 'अयन' 01.08.2014

अल्पकालिक जीवन ओर…
             चिरंतन रहने की अभिलाषा!
कम होती साँसे ओर…
               अनंत कोटि जीने की आशा!!

                                          
               ­                             दिनो दिन बढ़ती लिप्सायें ओर....
                                                          ­         स्वयं से दूर होते हम!
                                           अनन्त की खोज में  अग्रसारित..
                                                ­              परन्त्तु विपरीत दिशा की ओर कदम!


कपोल कल्पित मरूभूमि में..
                       अमृत कणो की तलाश!
अनन्त कोटि जन्म ओर...
                     अथाह जलनिधि की प्यास!!

                                                  
                                               अनेकों ब्रह्मांडो को स्वयम् में.....
                                                        ­              समाए ये जीव!
                                               बिन मिले परमात्मा से...
                                                           ­    कैसे लगे मुझको सजीव!!


बहुत सो चुके...अब तिमिर का ...
चीर कर...सीना उठो!
चम्को अब रवि की तरह तुम...
ना आँधियारों की परवाह करो!!


                                                ना कोई बाधा ही रोके...
                                                         ­       ना किसी मग से डरो!
                                                 पथ प्रकाशित कर सदा को...
                                                           ­        उस अनादि से मिलो!!

                                       *deovrat - 21.09.2015  (c)

since the inception..
     all make perception..
        happening within..
          but the line is very thin..

                *everyone is in vain..
             searching joy and pain..
       between two ends of ..
life and death…

   passion of deeds..
         obsession of  happening..
              does really…
                   has any meaning..?

                      whatever you do ..
                what ever you earn..
           you have to leave..
  while you are burn..

    energy remain constant..
          feel  energy and enjoy
                 energy cannot be created
                         energy cannot be destroy

                    perform upon wisdom..
                  not to bother
           never dreams…
     deeds of others..

          if birth happen..
                why hurry..
                      death in inevitable..
                              why to worry…


                                  deovrat - 22.04.2015  (c)

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  ©

she like me..
she hate me..
she loves me..
she distaste me..

i try to make her smile..
she makes me sad..
i wish to be happy..
she makes  me mad...

when she smile..
when she prays…
always makes me..
full of courage..

she is my inspiration..
we live together…
never felt apart ..
from each other..

although carry ….
so much pain..
never makes….
any complain..

all the success ..
all the fault..
deep buried…
in my heart..

one body one soul…
feel forever…
never think to be apart..
reason  whatsoever…*

       *deovrat - 26.06.2015  (c)

●●●
Love is
like perfume
it's fragrance will
definitely scatter.

Likewise
if there is a
bird on a tree
definitely it will chatter.

if the spark
exists in ashes
a day surely come
when it become raging fire.

Every human being
is full of emotions so
actualization of relationship
must be kept alive without spatter.
●●●
© deovrat 18.10.2020

...
खुदा ना सही ..
दोस्त बनाए रखना....
नज़रों में ना सही ..
दिल में बनाए रखना ...

वक्ते कब्ल कुछ लफ्ज़ मिले है मुझको..
वें किताबों में नही.. दिल में बनाए रखना..
तेरी खुश्बू जो हवाओं में महक जाती है ...
इसी महक को फ़िज़ाओं में बनाए रखना....

मेरे  चंद अशआर,  तुम्हारे मौज़ू हैं..
इन अल्फाजों को ना यूँ बेकार में जाया करना...
तेरी मोज़ूद्गी मुझ पे ना कयामत ढाए...
ऐसा कुछ कर ..की मेरे होश बचाए रखना...

ना तो ज़जबातों पे ना काबू है ना ही दिल पर..
हां तेरी ज़ुलफ के खमो पेंच में उलझाए रखना...
ये चन्द अलफ्ज़ नही.....खामोशी का अफ़साना है...
इन्हे हर पल सीने से लगाए रखना ...

       *deovrat 02.03. 2015 (c)

.....
तेरे रुखशार प आॅचल है
   या घने गेशू है।
      काली बदली में कहाँ...
        माहताब छुपा पायेंगे!!

मेरी पुरनम निगाहों में...
      इतनी ताब कहां ।
         कि गुलों  शबनम
            पे नज़र डालेंगे!!!

मेरे शानों पे है...
    बला की गर्दिश!
      तेरी ख्वाहिशों का...
        बोझ उठा ना पायेंगे!!

क्या बताएं क्यूँ कहा..
    किस्सा-ए-ग़ुरबत बज़म में!
     अब ये हाल-ए-दिल की बातें..
       किस को क्या समझायेंगे!!

           *deovrat-09.02.2018 (c)

●●●
the mind of a person
overwhelmed by Self-deception
does not try to know reason
to think or believe in
advice and criticism given
by someone
contrary to his speculation
he always examine
as it was an insult to his disposition
he continuously remain
in the grip of apprehension
hostility and aggression.
●●●
©deovrat 26.09.2020

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)