My first attempt at Hindi Poetry…
Dabdabaayee Si Ankhon Mein Aaj Bhi Tairta Hai Chehra Unhi Ka
Ashkon Mein Aaj Bhi Kabhi Ruth te Kabhi Muskurate Hain Woh
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Hush Little baby,
Don’t you cry
Mama has work
She cant come by
Close your little eyes
And rest your weary soul
Mama will be home soon
She’s on a payroll
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He takes her face in his hands and kisses her forehead.
“I will miss you”, she said.
“I will miss you too”
He held her close to his heart, tightening his arms around her. Brushing her unruly hair from his face, he gently sighs.
“I will miss your hair.”
She looks at him.
Four eyes.
Two teardrops.
mehno ek nawa khuda chaye
jo mere tu bahar rawaey
mera mon jo ujare na
jo meno har shae which
apna wajood na dekhai
jo ghurbat te lachari noh
mere ankhon parokha kar de
jo mene apne waste nah tarpai
koin najo mein tuth chala wahn
mehno ek nawa khuda chaye
I was just wondering
What is more pitiable? Having forgotten how to love or having never known it?
Do you know?
- Neha
She smoothens her hair and curses. Some days, her hair just doesn’t get fixed. She sprayed his favorite perfume and dabs some behind her ears, just in case he decides to get a little naughty. She grabs her car keys and some CDs, just in case they decide to drive to the hills again. She then decides to make a move, stopping for just a second to check herself in the full length mirror. She smiles at the thought of seeing him again after almost a month.
Damn, these hair just don’t get smooth! More
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur.
- Whatever is said in Latin sounds profound.
