तुम तक पहुँचने की हर कोशिश की,
बहुत आवाजें लगाईं,
खिडकियों से झाँका,
दरवाज़े खटखटाए,
तुमने तो जैसे सारे रस्ते ही बंद कर दिए
देना तो चाहा था अथाह प्यार तुम्हें,
तुमने उसकी थाह नहीं जानी
तुम अपनी राह चल पड़े
जिस राह पर मेरा साथ न था
बंद दरवाजों के पीछे
तुमने छुपा लिया खुद को
पहुँच जाती तुम तक
तो मिल जाते न हम
और यह नफरत की दीवार भी नहीं रहती
हमारे बीच!!!!!
March 30, 2012 at 2.55 P.M.
Ispired by Maya Mrig's post----नफरतें छोड़ आया....प्यार मिला नहीं...इस रास्ते पर कभी आगे, कभी पीछे चला ...बार बार......तुमने भी तो की होंगी यात्राएं....पहुंचे तो तुम भी नहीं....मुझ तक...
CLOSE TO ME
My friends,
It feels good to have my own blog.....there are things which are close to my heart and things which have affected me one way or the other.....my thoughts,my desires,my aspirations,my fears my gods and my demons---you will find all of them here....I invite you to go through them and get a glimpse of my innermost feelings....................
It feels good to have my own blog.....there are things which are close to my heart and things which have affected me one way or the other.....my thoughts,my desires,my aspirations,my fears my gods and my demons---you will find all of them here....I invite you to go through them and get a glimpse of my innermost feelings....................
Friday, March 30, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
BODY AND SOUL....
My body bears the ravages of your lust
Signs of your violence have scarred the face
The soul lies twisted
The heart battered
With every breath I draw in pain
Every pore bears the animalistic stamp of your patriarchal ruthlessness
Bearing the hieroglyphics of your atrocities
I walk away in silence.
But, my silence is loaded
With the pain you have put me through.
I am finding my voice now,
Ready to stand before you as the woman I am.
Do not turn your face away from my nakedness now,
You responsible for everything I go through.
Do not hang your head in shame
And try to cover my body.
Because you will never have a sheet, clean enough,
To cover my body.
Nor will you ever have words,
Which could act ad balm for my tortured soul.
I will walk with my head held high,
Looking through your ruthlessness,
Knowing fully well that you could never violate ME.
March 10, 2012 at 2.37 A.M.
Signs of your violence have scarred the face
The soul lies twisted
The heart battered
With every breath I draw in pain
Every pore bears the animalistic stamp of your patriarchal ruthlessness
Bearing the hieroglyphics of your atrocities
I walk away in silence.
But, my silence is loaded
With the pain you have put me through.
I am finding my voice now,
Ready to stand before you as the woman I am.
Do not turn your face away from my nakedness now,
You responsible for everything I go through.
Do not hang your head in shame
And try to cover my body.
Because you will never have a sheet, clean enough,
To cover my body.
Nor will you ever have words,
Which could act ad balm for my tortured soul.
I will walk with my head held high,
Looking through your ruthlessness,
Knowing fully well that you could never violate ME.
March 10, 2012 at 2.37 A.M.
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