ग़म का बवंडर
है एक बवंडर, मेरे घर के बाहर, जो अक्सर मेरी मज़बूत दीवारों को झंझोड़ कर रख देता है। होता है कभी-कभी मेरा घर किलकारियों से प्रज्वलित, कुछ अस्थायी भाव आते हैं, जाते हैं, रहते हैं मेरे इर्द-गिर्द, पर फिर न जाने कब एकाएक उस बवंडर
Tag Archives: poems by scottshak
Hairband
I lost a hairband that I liked to wear. I liked how it felt on my head. It had a gentle, wavy design That combed my hair back— Neither too hard Nor too soft. It clung to me with a silent “I got you“ promise.
सपने
जब तुमने छीन ली मेरी साँसें, तुमने न केवल मेरा सुकून छीना, तुमने छीने मेरे सारे सपने, जो मैं न जाने कब से पिरो रहा था। तेरे संग से भी ज़्यादा ज़रूरी था शायद उन ख्वाबों का पूरा होना, मेरे चलने का सहारा होना, तेरे
What-if
She dwells in What-if lands Oceans of What-if eyes Seeking tears to wash Away the ruins of her life The hand of fate Has knocked again And opened the door To his waiting smile Yet there’s little left To be done or said When she
When Villains are Heroes
When you ever read Or watch a movie, Don’t ever feel sorry For the good guy. Always root for the villain. Don’t cheer When the righteous wins, Clap when the sinner Burns down a village, And holler when they take away Everything from the knight.
Zombieland
Congratulations! You made it alive From the valley of death. Only one could have survived— It had to be you. I was a limping sore anyway. It’s okay if you left me to die, I was already starting to turn, They were messing with my
Losing My Only Friend
Oh mother! Oh mother! My only friend is gone. What am I gonna do now? When will I laugh, And how will I smile? You have taken away my playthings. What will I play with now? I have no toys left. Who will I tell
When Love Was Murdered
I heard love died yesterday, It was murdered— Foul play. A bow of distance, The weapon of choice, Slain by the very Cupid’s arrow That had birthed it once. In the reasoning of time, One falls short of words And fails to understand— Where did
PTSD
Tears trapped in my eyes, From a past war Waged on my body. But my mind still carries Its wound— PTSD Is what they are calling it. I guess every feeling has a name. But I don’t know how A mere thought can be so
सूर्यास्त
बादल, चंदा, तारे एक तरफ, पर सूर्य हमारा अतुलनीय। हमारे आसमान का पहरेदार,एक लौता ब्रह्मांडीय जीव, हमारे किरमिच की शान,अकेले ही बढ़ाता, जिसके चारों ओर हमचक्कर लगाते। और क्यों न लगाएँ? चीज़ ही है ऐसी! हमारे अवकाश का तर्क,हमारे अस्तित्व का कारण, दिन भर साथ