It was not with the flowers,
Never did those drops have it,
Neither did the walls whisper about it,
Nor from a fine read, nor a hill to tread,
Strings never made that sound,
Not from Mountains, Not from the open grounds,
The brush never really made that stroke,
It was only when The Silence Spoke...
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Sawaal
कोई खला हो चाँद के उस पार,
बादल को ओड़ के छुप जाऊं एक बार |
जिंदगी से पूछा बोहोत, पर देती नहीं जवाब,
मैं क्या हूँ, मैं कौन हूँ, कुछ तो बता ए यार!
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