KAVITA NAAM DIYA HAI MAINE
I HAVE NAMED IT POETRY

Kuch Sapne Jo aankho main hain
      Kuch Lamhe Jo YAdon MAin Hain
      Kuch Riste Jo choot Gaye
      Kuch Riste Jo toot GAye
      KAgaj PAr Likh KAr Unko
      KAvita maine NAm Diya HAi

      Nirasha ki Andheri GAliyon main
      Aasha Se JAlte Kuch Roshan Diye
      Dil Ki TAnhai Se Nikle
      Sapno KE Kuch Sundar Moti
      KAgaj PAr Rakhkar Unko
        KAvita maine NAm Diya HAi 

    Ankahi Kise Se Kuch Batain
    Ansuni kise ki kuch batain
    Anjane Aur Anchhe
      Dhadakte Dil ki Dhadkan
    KAgaj Par Likh kar unko
    KAvita ka maine NAm diya hai 

    Jeevan ki tirchi Terhi PAthreeli RAhain
    Aur Door KAhin HAi Apni MAnjil
    MAnjil Ke Oor Chale HAin  JAbse
    MAnjil TAk Pahunchenge JAb TAk
    Khatte Mithe Sare Anubhav
    KAgaj PAr Likhkar Unko
    KAvita MAine Unko NAm diya hai

    DArd Agar dil main hai
      to dil bhari ho jata hai
    sath agar tanhai ho
    MAn Ki Sndarta,TAn Ki Sundarta,
      Sundarta Iss Kudrat ki, 
    SAb Likh Deta Hun MAin KAgaj PAr
    Aur KAvita NAm Unhe De deta Hun
 

    

Some dreams which are reflected in my eyes
        Moments which I remember
        Relationships which have been Left
      relationships which have been broken
     I have written all those on a paper
  and named them Poetry.

      A few shining lamps
      burning with the fuel of optimism
      In the dark streets of depression .
      few beautiful pearls of the dreams
    emerge from the loneliness of my heart .
     I have put  them on a paper
       and named them Poetry.

    Words which were never said to someone
      Words which I never heard from some one
  those beats of my heart
    unconsciously and unintentionally 
    I have written them all on a paper
           and named them Poetry.

My destination is so far
and the roads are  full of hindrances
the moment I started my journey towards my destination
the moment I will achieve my goal
every painful and joyful moment
I have written it all on a paper
        and named them Poetry.


When the heart is filled with pain
then it becomes emotional
and in that pensive mood
the inner beauty, the physical beauty
even the beauty of nature
every thing I write on a paper
and just name it Poetry.

 

 ~Rajeev Kumar Singh~

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