साक्ष्य
खोजूं तेरे समभावशब्दों की धुरी में, तेरी आदतों में छिपती हैमेरी परछाइयों के निशाँ |तू सर्द में है वो मख़मली कम्बल,ओढ़ते ही जो भुला दे दिन रात का पता |हरारत में तेरी उँगलियों के छींटे,सौंप दे जो ओस की सीत्कार,तू शब्द है ऐसे प्रचंड,लगते ही
Tag Archives: poems by scottshak
A Poem
How would you rather have me?Between the words of a meterOr in a misshapen form.Fighting a war with syllablesOr ridden with adjectivesWith allusions galore.Do you like me in a rhyme?Or prefer me not in a noteTo a metrical song.Do you want to sell me?In the
My Writing Pad
Each day is my writing pad,I carve letters through my routine,Some days sound the sameBut every page remains different.Some days don’t speak at all,While some days sing a song,Some end up getting torn,When I trundle on their edgesTo test at what point do I fallOut
If I don’t wake up tomorrow
Today I sleepA slumber so deep,I might not wake up tomorrow,While the world I keepWouldn’t care to peepInto the foreboding of my sorrow. Might I lie,If fine am I,It is the knell that peals yonder,That brings nighA will to dieTo end my ceaseless wander. Some
बीमार
ऐ बीमारतू है किसका शिकार ? शायद वो हवाजो चली थी सर्राटे से,बदल गई मिजाज तेरे,सिकोड़ गई तुझेअपने आवरण में,ले गई तुझे अपने भीतरखुद से अवगत कराने | या वो पानी जो तू पी गयाबिन सोचे समझे,तू कहता थापानी का रंग तोदिखता है प्यासे को,मैंने
Villain
There is a villain in my house, He has murdered conscience And hid its body in the attic. He steals right under my nose, Honest money and truthful notes, And saves malice for those Who try to race him to the finish line. He eats
She Talks About Leaving
I build me,To build your life,I make your bed,And tuck you tight,My lullabies are all storiesI cook for you every night, Yet she talks about leavingShe talks about leaving When you are scaredI hold you tightDon’t let goUntil the morning lightI try my best to
Sandcastles
All that I buildOn the shore,They don’t holdFor waves come crashing;I don’t mindFor they wash my feet,Preach to be boldAnd tell meHow the water is cold.They teach me howNothing would hold,By smashing my castlesAnd soaking my coat,Train me to try againAnd again if again fails.Praise
कांच की मछली
कांच की मछली,कांच में रहती,पानी तो बस ढोंग है,घर है मेरा चार दीवारीरस्ता डामाडोल है | खाना मेरादाना होता,हर सुबह की जंग है,कभी कभी तोकुछ नही मिलतापानी के इस रंग में | सबका व्यंजन,मैं मनोरंजन,भूखे मुझको ताकते, कितनी बड़ी है,कितनी छोटी,अक्सर मुझको आंकते | लोग
Meet me in Paradise
All that I was holding down,All that I was holding up,I let goAnd let them fallOn the groundWhere they belongAmongst other things –Repressed actions,Unlived moments,Unworded words,Undone deeds,And finally be freeTo do what I want to,To feel what I want to,And be what I want to,Not