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Showing posts with label other's poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label other's poems. Show all posts

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Amrita Pritam with Imroz




Tere ishq ki ek boond
 isme mil gayee thee

Isliye maine umra ki
 saaree kadwahat pee daali

[ Your love has fulfilled me
And that’s why
 I have easily swallowed
 all the bitterness
 life has brought to me]

-Amrita Pritam

Kunwari (A Virgin)

O



When I moved into your bed
I was not alone— there were
two of us
A married woman and a virgin
To sleep with you
I had to offer the virgin in
me
I did so
This slaughter is permissible
in law
Not the indignity of it
And I bore the onslaught of
the insult
The next morning
I looked at my blood stained
hands
I washed my hands
But the moment I stood
before the mirror
I found her standing there
The one whom I thought I
had slaughtered last night
Oh God!
Was it too dark in your bed
I had to kill one and I killed
the other ?

A Poem
by
Amrita Pritam
 in “ Kaghaz Te Kanvas “:

Monday, January 24, 2011

Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein...


Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein
Bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par.
Nange pair unpar chalte-chalte
Itni door chale aaye
Ki ab bhool gaye hain –
Joote kahan utaare the.
Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the.
Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi.
Aur nazuk hi rahegi
In khatti-meethi yaadon ki shararat
Jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe.

Sach, bhool gaye hain
Ki joote kahan utaare the.
Par lagta hai,
Ab unki zaroorat nahin

Friendship Diaries.......

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Aadat hai voh...

khwabon k lifafon me...
kisson me, kitabon me...
fursaton ki baaton me..
arson se khayalon me..
thodi khoyi hui...
kab se soyi hui..
wo aadat hai voh.

Karvaton ki bahon me..
salvaton ki rahon me...
sahmi sahmi sanson me ...
surmayi si baton  me...
zid aisi chhoote nahi.. 
mujhse roothe nahi..
wo aadat hai voh..

intzaron me rahoon..
umr bhar main to rookun..
dil ko kaise dun sookun
us se main  kah sakoon.
yu juban pae chadi..
mahangi jo hai padi...
wo aadat hai voh

   khawabon k lifafon me...





Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Childhood Days.....

when.........................................................
Getting High" meant "on swing to nowhere"
"Drinking" meant "Rasana"
"Dad" was the only "Hero"
"Love" was "Moms hug"
"Highest place on earth" was "Dads Shoulder"
my "Worst enemies" were "My own siblings"
Only thing that could get "Hurt" were "Skinned knees"
The only thing "Broken" were my "Toys"

Sunday meant "cartoon show" on DD 1
and when "Goodbyes" meant till "Tomorrow






i wish ...........time runs back .
this is kneeraj missing his childhood....

Sunday, June 8, 2008

SILENT MOMENTS ......with her


SILENT MOMENTS ....with her
Sorry,
but I just fell in love
With your eyes again
Because they make me to forget the world
hey... could you may be shut them
For just a moment
i want to kiss ur tender lips
may i????????????
Why must ur eyes stare
And make contact with mine
And imply things
That should be spoken
But I don't think
I can make eye contact much longer
Without a word uttered
Could you use your mouth
and not your eyes for once
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