-


Moon-o-Moon     
Moon-o-moon, why did you come to the sky tonight?
I had so much work to do, my schedule is tight,

I let go of my playtime,
I sacrificed my prime

I didn't comb my disheveled hair,
and I even forgot my evening prayer

Then why o why you came tonight?
and remind me the touch of your light...

Moon-o-moon why did you come to the sky tonight?

Why did you remind me of our little secrets and games,
now that I have lost myself in the wake of my lofty aims

Why did you remind me of those times,
when I slept looking at you and listening to the wind chimes

I am not that little child you know,
With so much work and worry, I had to grow...

then why did you come to the sky tonight?
I had so much to do, my schedule is tight...

Why o why did you have to remind me of all this now,
Can I ever come back to you, and if so, then how?

But unlike me you don't age, your shine is forever
and so I reckon it won't be much of a favor,

to ask of you, to wait for me in the sky,
as I finish all this work and come to you at night.










Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

-
मुझसे दूर तुम चली तो गयी थी लेकिन, कुछ भी भुला ना पाया था मैं, तुम्हारी याद में, तुम्हे ढूंढ़ता हुआ , फिर एक बार उन गलियों में आज आया था मैं लेकिन ना तुम मिले, ना मिले 'हम' वहां बस एक सन्नाटा सा था, उस भीड़ में , जहाँ कभी हाथ थामे चले थे हम, धूल की एक चादर थी,कोई निशान भी न मिले.. याद है वो नाव , और पुरे चाँद के निचे हम कुछ डरे डरे से ,छुपे छुपे से हम , पानी में भटकती वो चुप चाप सी नाव, आज किनारे रखी थी, उदास ज़्यादा, इंतज़ार में कम की कोई उसे फिरसे ले जाए उन लहरों में, लेकिन अब वो चाँद कहाँ, ना ही थी वो हवा एक तूफ़ान सा उठा है, काले बादल हैं हर जगह इस पुरे हलाहल में,बस वो नाव ही है एक,हमारा गवाह शायद अब वो समय आकर भी नहीं आ पायेगा ना तुम , तुम रहे, ना मैं , मैं रह पाउँगा  .. पता नहीं ऐसा कैसे हो गया.. और क्यों, पर सब भुलाकर भी,मैं कुछ भूल ना पाउँगा  ..
Read more
-
The Gift """"""""""""""" The shell sat there smiling, As the core beat strong far away, And hence was accomplished the greatest trick, No, no trickery it was ,it was magic All the miles he had pushed, Of all the pain that was endured.. This was the fruit,this was the all, For finally a way had been conjured To give a final gift,the parting gift, To live on finally with her,within her.. One in body and one in soul And for a prize so big,such a  small toll For her eyes will still see the morning shine, And the heart beating the life in her will be mine.. I have nothing to lose I leave content, Glad to have chosen this end…                                            ---Soumitra
Read more
-
The Sparks In My Head The colour of blood is red... not the bright one, oozing with life, but a rustic, dirty tone... Once bright, through which the breath once flowed... Neither warm nor flowing, but a viscous stale, and red for once what carried life around, is now infected, cold and dead. What happened to the memories though, I guess the sparks last longer than the beats, what was once a living loving heart, is now reduced to a piece of meat, with a lust to reanimate Rotting in my own grave, putrid is the smell of earth, the only pure thing left  is this undying fatal love  An arrow through the chest,  shot through my heart, the wounds were mortal enough, for my mortal self ... and yet the cogs keep turning, as the engine roars a death bellow, the cog-works refuse to stop, and just keep on turning... The last sparks of thought, washing through my neural network, flashing frantically to find a voice, to l...
Read more