shayad.....

Kabhi itni shikayat nahin ki hogi,
jitni aj kar rahi hoon,
shyam ki thartharahat aur subah ki chipi hui chandni aj pehli baar dil
ko choo nahin payi,
Chalte chalte kahin galat mod pe chal di,
jo sahi lag raha tha achanak galat sidh hua hai,
peeche mud jaye ya phir sadak age chalke sahi disha pe le jayegi,
zindagi chal rahi hai, lekin lagata hai hath chod diya hai,
phir se uski chal sahi hogi, chalte chalte ek subah nayi wali ayegi,
aur phir oos raat ki chandni sharma ke chip jaegi aur yeh dil, khushi se jhoom jayega

zindagi gol hai

Duniya ki tarah zindagi bhi gol hai,

har pal usi mukam ke paas le kar chal deti hai,

keh diya hai usko ki seedha jana hai,

phir bhi mudh kar wahi le jati hai,

Question or an answer. My poetry for hope

I think I may be a poet, the day I realized that It was a mixed bag of feelings. The existence of a poet is often marked by nothingness then again, a poet writes for himself and for those who want a look at his soul.

For all those who share my soul. This is a poem I have submitted to a festival, where perhaps I may get an opportunity to creep out of the nothingness and into light. Please do vote if you find these words worthwhile.

http://bit.ly/1rPBy3s