आज रात चाँद कुछ ज्यादा ही रौशन है। आसमान का अंधेरा उसकी सफेद चादर तले छुपा हुआ है जैसे, खुश्क मौसम है, हवा बिलकुल भी नहीं। मगर दूर से एक हल्का हवा का झोंका निरंतर सांसें छोड़ रहा है। उस झोंके की आहट सुन सकते हो क्या? तकिये के बीच दबी हुई मेरी आहें भीContinue reading “आहें”
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Protected: Surrender
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In the storm’s eye
Hear The rumble of the wind, The ominous tune it plays on roof tins. Behold The darkening of the sky, The swift embrace of clouds on the sly. Feel The pounding of the hearts, The rain’s sharp descent, its pointed darts. * This whooshing wind, this eerie sky, This unyielding torrent in the storm’s eye,Continue reading “In the storm’s eye”
After the storm
He sits on his haunches Palm over the head. The storm last night Blew away his hut. It was made out of straw And some thatch, It was no match For the might Of the raging monster. In Sundarbans, People become meals For crocodiles &Continue reading “After the storm”
She is falling
[I wrote this poem 15 years ago while watching a tree being cut for widening the road near the IIT-Madras campus. As with back then, even now, my heart aches when I watch a tree fall!] She’s falling. She, who shade gave and fruits bore, For the greedy ones who wanted more Is in aContinue reading “She is falling”
