Shaam-e-haseen

Shaam-e-haseen

Ye shaam ke sunahre baadal…
teri ankhon se mitata kajal…
main ek shayar awara pagal..

ye asmaan mein udte hue parindey..
ye muskurate hue chehre..
kuch der to thehrein…

ye sham ke rang hain kitne sunahre..
kuch halke aur kuch gehre..
aur ye nadiya ki chamakti lehrein..
itni jaldi naa jaayein..
kuch der aur dil lubhayein..

suraj,badal,panchi,nadiyan..
aur mehekti ye bagiya…
mohalle ki patli galiyan..
ye choti si meri duniya..
waqt ki kuch gadhiyan…
tham jaaye..waqt yehi ruk jaaye..
aur ye shaam na jaaye..

raat agar aa jaayegi..
ummeed meri mar jaayegi..
sapne mere jab jaayenge..
aur panchi ye kho jaayenge..
kuch der to theher..
mat hone de sahar..(sahar means dawn)

ye shaam na jaane phir kab aaye..
phir se ye panchi kab ud paayein..
kab jaane suraj phir maddham ho..
kab jaane phir ye mausam ho ..
kab phir mitti ye mehkegi .
phir kab chidiyan ye chehkengi ..

mitti se sani huee surat..
kuch muskurahatein bekiimat..
kuch darakht thandi chaavv ke..(darakht means mangroves or orchard with lots of shade)
kuch kadam mere gaav ke..

masjid se aati azaan ki awaaz.
mandir ki shaam waali aarti..
nukkad ki chahal pahal..
aur chat ke upar udti do kankauwon ki dosti ..(kankawon means kites)

galte suraj ki parchayi..
jalte saagar ki gehraaii..
tan ko chutti narm hawayein …
kuch der to ye sab reh jaayein ….

haath pakde chalte premi jode..
kaash koi ek duje kaa haath na chode…
majboot ..diwarein bhi shaam ke rang mein rangi hain..
magroor iski khusbuon mein ye zameen bhi hai..(magroor-engrossed)

tehniyon pe chalti gilahriyan..
fulon par machalti titliyan…
hawaon mein jhumti khidkiyan..
nanhe bachon ki nachti firkiyan..

cycle par gubbare bechne wala…
wo bhikhaari do tangon par rengne waala..
sarson ke kheton se aati khusboo..
bas abhi abhi jaage kuch jugnoo..

roz ke nazaare hain .
par sham ke deewane hain..
har shaam ke rang sunahre..
kuch der to thehrein..

bas kuch der ruk jaayein ..
kuch der aur dil lubhayein .
madhosh aur thoda sa kar jaayein ..
kuch der aur naa jayein ..

– mayank mishra(sahar)

Lives Without Purpose

Lives without purpose

Waging a million battles…
Fighting new wars..
Living like soldiers , so we think…
Yet here we are living on..
Lives without purpose..

Contemplating and debating
With our own souls..
Slaying a thousand truths
On our double edged swords,,,
We are warriors you see
Fighting battles but never to win..
Living like soldiers..
Lives without purpose,,

Immersed and reversed…
Caught and wrought
By the will of iron..
Into iron chains. Self made..
Sacrificing me for mine..
Believing in divine..
Yes we are fools..
Like the living dead..
Living on lively..
Our lives without purpose,.

In this vast multitude..
What are we..?
But tiny specks..
Yet we boast, filled with pride..
Thinking of life..
Only death is its bride..
We only live to die..
Our lives without purpose..

Bound by destiny..
We captain our battleships..
Broken and tattered..
We drag along..
A cheerless existence..
We know it all..
Yet live on..
Lives without purpose..

– mayank mishra

Worthless Words

Relishing the hunger for speech..

man invented languages and words…

and here you all i beseech…

to rattle the world with your words..

Many words have gone worthless…

i expected less , nevertheless..

its time fair to knock…

on the worthless words…

and with our pens so mighty and ink so virile

make our words worthwhile.

Its the perspec…

Its the perspective, whether rhyming or not, whether with a message or without it ! Its by instinct. There is no judging, for boundaries cease to exist. You can’t trap it with an idea because this is the ultimate idea. You are free with your words if you are a poet.

Instincts, about poetry and the free thoughts of a writer.