"koyal" poems - Hello Poetry

Seetaro mai akela chaand si thi wo Foolon ka mehekta guldan si thi wo Thi nadi jaisi aviral,chanchal mere dil ka haal si thi wo Ghani dhoop mai chav si thi wo Kisi geet ki addaon si thi wo Thi hava si mehekti, komal Mere dil ka bhav si thi wo Beech majhdhaar mai nav si thi wo Khusian ka pura gaon si thi wo Thi koyal si meethi,nishchal Mere man ka abhiman si thi wo Paido par wo patto waali hari bhari koi daal si thi wo Holi ke rango mai sabse saadi ek akeli gulaal si thi wo Thi wadi kasmiri koi Mere geeton ka sur aur taal si thi wo Mandir mai wo shankhnaad si,pooja ka prasad si thi wo Baarish mai mitti ki khushboo,badal ka dharti se sanvaad si thi wo Thi meri wo beti pyari,usse hi ghar 'harshit' tha Mere ghar mai sooraj si,Mere ghar ki shaan si thi wo Thi ab wo jo nahi rahi,aakhir khata kya thi ki usne mana hi to kia tha na beta shaadi se, Par dosti ka haath bhi to badhaya tha Teri Bezatti toh nahi thi ki usne Fir kyun tune usko har ghar badnaam kia Dushman na kare,dost hokar tune aisa kaam kia Chali gayi ab chhod ke mujhko,wo akele jeevan ki saanjh mai Meri khushiyan,meri duniya,meri pyari jaan si thi wo Meri pyari jaan si thi wo

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Apr 13, 2017

Apr 13, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC

harshit-jainwe

Meri Beti

Seetaro mai akela chaand si thi wo Foolon ka mehekta guldan si thi wo Thi nadi jaisi aviral,chanchal mere dil ka haal si thi wo Ghani dhoop mai chav si thi wo Kisi geet ki addaon si thi wo Thi hava si mehekti, komal Mere dil ka bhav si thi wo Beech majhdhaar mai nav si thi wo Khusian ka pura gaon si thi wo Thi koyal si meethi,nishchal Mere man ka abhiman si thi wo Paido par wo patto waali hari bhari koi daal si thi wo Holi ke rango mai sabse saadi ek akeli gulaal si thi wo Thi wadi kasmiri koi Mere geeton ka sur aur taal si thi wo Mandir mai wo shankhnaad si,pooja ka prasad si thi wo Baarish mai mitti ki khushboo,badal ka dharti se sanvaad si thi wo Thi meri wo beti pyari,usse hi ghar 'harshit' tha Mere ghar mai sooraj si,Mere ghar ki shaan si thi wo Thi ab wo jo nahi rahi,aakhir khata kya thi ki usne mana hi to kia tha na beta shaadi se, Par dosti ka haath bhi to badhaya tha Teri Bezatti toh nahi thi ki usne Fir kyun tune usko har ghar badnaam kia Dushman na kare,dost hokar tune aisa kaam kia Chali gayi ab chhod ke mujhko,wo akele jeevan ki saanjh mai Meri khushiyan,meri duniya,meri pyari jaan si thi wo Meri pyari jaan si thi wo

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Kadam yaadon ke ghere mein Mera jab bhi kabhi padta Woh aalam yaad aata tha Woh aangan yaad aata tha Woh dopahar mein gulmohar Pe chadna yaad aata tha Gulaabon, phal wa phoolon ka Mehekna yaad aata tha... Subah koyal ki ku ku ka Woh shor o gul tha yaad aata Agasi par tanhayi ka Woh kona yaad aata tha Har ek pal ki kahani thi Woh dastaanon ka har lamha Us chaukhat ka har ek paththar Har zarra yaad aata tha Falak par hi to hota hai Tasawwur e irum aksar Sama ki sar Zameen par tha Jo "Firdaus" yaad aata tha Padosi ka sulook e khair Woh rishta yaad aata tha Padosi ka hi phir hum par Nishaana yaad aata tha Woh kaalapan woh sannata Woh buu e Raakh ka uthna Mere armanon ke ghar ka Jalana yaad aata tha 'Ain' ashq ab behta hai to kya Mita to yeh nahi sakta Khalish e qalb ka woh pal Jo aksar yaad aata tha....

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Sep 9, 2020

Sep 9, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC

Ain

Ghar yaad aata tha.....

Kadam yaadon ke ghere mein Mera jab bhi kabhi padta Woh aalam yaad aata tha Woh aangan yaad aata tha Woh dopahar mein gulmohar Pe chadna yaad aata tha Gulaabon, phal wa phoolon ka Mehekna yaad aata tha... Subah koyal ki ku ku ka Woh shor o gul tha yaad aata Agasi par tanhayi ka Woh kona yaad aata tha Har ek pal ki kahani thi Woh dastaanon ka har lamha Us chaukhat ka har ek paththar Har zarra yaad aata tha Falak par hi to hota hai Tasawwur e irum aksar Sama ki sar Zameen par tha Jo "Firdaus" yaad aata tha Padosi ka sulook e khair Woh rishta yaad aata tha Padosi ka hi phir hum par Nishaana yaad aata tha Woh kaalapan woh sannata Woh buu e Raakh ka uthna Mere armanon ke ghar ka Jalana yaad aata tha 'Ain' ashq ab behta hai to kya Mita to yeh nahi sakta Khalish e qalb ka woh pal Jo aksar yaad aata tha....

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Veins of leafy plants creeping and Peeping from the cracks in the wall of stone As the koyal sat regally and chirped On its wooden branch of a throne Out in the veranda sitting Cross legged as you tugged My messy long tresses with coconut oil And made that wretched braid I loathed The smell of ripe mangoes lingered In the summer air and starry night As I lay on my back on the folding bed-which was as ancient as my grandma- And tried to decipher those stars in all my childlike might Running barefoot in the haveli corridors Built in that old colonial style Chasing you as you outran me in your sarree Almost as if I was chasing my dreams I remember the playful teasing As you became a child with me I also picture grandma's white haired bun And the flyaway hair coming loose as she chased after me I remember those lazy peaceful afternoons When dreams exceeded reality It was a droning hum of a life I miss it all so dearly So whenever I want to go back to you, mum To visit those summer glows I just close my eyes and think of that haveli And once again I smell the mangoes

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Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC

ridhima-dutta

Summers with my mother

Veins of leafy plants creeping and Peeping from the cracks in the wall of stone As the koyal sat regally and chirped On its wooden branch of a throne Out in the veranda sitting Cross legged as you tugged My messy long tresses with coconut oil And made that wretched braid I loathed The smell of ripe mangoes lingered In the summer air and starry night As I lay on my back on the folding bed-which was as ancient as my grandma- And tried to decipher those stars in all my childlike might Running barefoot in the haveli corridors Built in that old colonial style Chasing you as you outran me in your sarree Almost as if I was chasing my dreams I remember the playful teasing As you became a child with me I also picture grandma's white haired bun And the flyaway hair coming loose as she chased after me I remember those lazy peaceful afternoons When dreams exceeded reality It was a droning hum of a life I miss it all so dearly So whenever I want to go back to you, mum To visit those summer glows I just close my eyes and think of that haveli And once again I smell the mangoes

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