तेज़ क़दमों से बढ़ चले थे छोड़ कर पीछे किसी गली में इसको,
जल्दी में थे तब शायद...
अब जब कभी मुश्किल लगता है दुनिया के साथ चल पाना,
तो ढूंढने निकलते हैं...
पर अब रस्ते बदल गए हैं और उन गलियों के निशान भी नहीं दिखते,
राह खो गयी है कहीं...
कभी कभी वो आकर अपनी झलक दिखा कर कहीं छुप जाता है,
जैसे चिढ़ा रहा हो..
खबर है कि वो नहीं आयेगा लौट के,
फिर भी हम तलाशते फिरते हैं दर-ब-दर इसको...
PS: neither prose nor poetry, just a random generation of mind...
a mind which is totally perplexed in simulation results and and future options/derivatives..
11 comments:
nice one.!!!
as u said 'it just a random generation of mind'
but u know very well randomness brings a distribution ..and one distribution leads to another ..
so waiting for next..:)
बड़े होने का भूत सवार था शायद तब हमपर..
अब पता चल रहा है की खोये हुए दिन वापस नहीं आते
किसी भी चीज का मूल्य तभी समझ में आता है जब वह चीज हाथ में न हो..
बहोत खूब लिखा है दीप;
keep it up.
Very nicely written.. :)
thats all i can say for someone who can write poems and stuff.. cuz i find it the hardest thing to do and admire the people who can express things wia the written word.
That was lovely...usually I dont comprehend poetry but this one touched me:-)
An english translation please, although I can read / speak Hindi cant do with poems and all :)
gud one......Dad gotta see this.....lolzzz...:P
BTW, nice pic........:)
@ Meera : thanks yaar..i too hope to hve more such distributions.. :P
@ Meghana : thank u .. it was gud to have u at dept.. :) yaar kyun nahi atey vo vapas.. :(
@ Ayush & Reflections : thanks :) ..but i don't think that by any how this could be considered as some form of poetry..
@ Srivats : :( that would be too weird if 'I' do it..anyways lemme try..
" _____ childhood "
Moving with fast steps left it back in some lane,
may be was in hurry...
Now when I find it difficult to walk with the world,
then I get back to search it...
But now the ways have changed and even there are no remnants of those lanes,
road is lost somewhere...
Sometimes it comes back and flashes for a moment to disappear again,
as if mocking at me...
I know it will never return back,
yet I keep searching for it here and there...
PS.1): it was tooooo word by word, so more weird then expected..
2): still couldn't get a word which would be proper for replacing the title..I hope u'll do that for me.. :P
3)u gave me a hard time..and reminded how bad i am in English :(
@ Cynosure : He is most welcome here..provided has got time..u r at home, so u can do the job for me.. :P
something well framed stuff to which most of us agree. :)
blogger + Poet :P
Thatz so touching .. lovely pic :)
ओहो !!! कवयीत्रिजी
Arre yaar, it's really a great poem...Poem in Muktachhanda....Until now, I had thought that in the Markov chain of your life, statistician was the only persistent state...but now I have realised that a poet in you is also a persistent state, in fact a nonnull persistent state....where u will keep on returning again and again....
-Akanksha
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