A half written letter craves
- to hear -
that warmth in your chest
curling around the trembling silence
of its half- constructed sentences
tonight once again quivered,
once again stirred.
To its envelope, it once again cribs :
"Hide me from this cold cold world."
Please.
"इसके आगे कहो , अब कहाँ जाऊँ मैं ?
गिरती बारिश -सा हूँ, लौट न पाऊँ मैं। "
Picture credits: A photographer friend.
A half written letter desiderates
ReplyDelete-to hear-
the stories unheard but the half-constructed sentences
today once again quivered,
once again stirred.
To its letter, envelope once again utters:
"I'll hide you from this cold cold world until we reach the destination"
गिरती बारिश-सी तुम, मैं हूँ बंजर ज़मीन सा...
मेरि रूह में जो बस जाओ तुम,हर शाख को मिल जाए नयि दुनिया।
-VS
Wonderful😊
ReplyDeleteWonderful😊
ReplyDelete