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न गुजरे ये रात...


उसके हाथों में हो जब मेरा हाथ 
तो लम्हा लम्हा सरके, गुजरे ये रात

बोले वो, मैं बोली 
जैसे इक लम्बी गुफ्तगु हो ली 
लगा कोई है सदियों से साथ 
उसके हाथों में था जब मेरा हाथ 

मैंने पी खूब जो पिलाई उसने 
मेरी रूह भी समाई उसमें 
निग़ाहों में थी एक अनकही बात 
उसके हाथों में था जब मेरा हाथ 

अब ज़िंदा कहाँ, दफन है
ये काली रातें जैसे कफ़न हैं 
ज़ल्द हो मेरी उनसे एक मुलाक़ात 
और लम्हा लम्हा सरके, गुजरे ये रात

उसके हाथों में हो जब मेरा हाथ 
तो लम्हा लम्हा सरके, गुजरे ये रात

P. S - I wrote this poem in 12th Standard.


Comments

  1. मैंने पी खूब जो पिलाई उसने
    मेरी रूह भी समाई उसमें
    निग़ाहों में थी एक अनकही बात
    उसके हाथों में था जब मेरा हाथ …. वाह.…क्या बात

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  2. Awesomely awesome Saru....I always wonder where u get ideas from :)
    Or I've been too busy to wander into streets of such thoughts ;)

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    1. When I wonder on streets, I look for ideas :D I find it there... :)
      On a serious note, thanks for a heart warming comment, Hemant. You just made my day.

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  3. एक पूरा शब्दचित्र खींच दिया है

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  4. कितनी सहज ढंग से लिखी कविता हैं.....
    बहुत सुन्दर भाव..

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  5. Oh.. What a wonder! Its so beautiful! :)

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  6. You enchant the reader with your charming poetry !

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  7. जज्बात से भरी रचना .

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  8. enchanting and beautiful. Such warmth!

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  9. It is amazing how nicely a poet/ess play with emotions as well as words! I just wonder and keep my mouth open! Very well written Saru!

    Regards,
    Sindhu
    Tantu
    The Arts & Me

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  10. This surely should be made into a song..it is beautiful!

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  11. अत्यन्त सुन्दर, गहरी और आत्मीय अभिव्यक्ति।

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  12. This is so beautiful Saru.... I take so much time to read Hindi but this one from you was totally worth the effort...

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    1. Thanks for making the effort, Naba. Glad you liked it.

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  13. जब साथ हो उनका तो समय हकान रहता अहि सोचने का की लम्हा गुज़र रहा है या रात ...

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  14. Beautiful Saru...This is what I love here... your poems! Something so touching and nostalgic! Loved it! :)

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    1. Ah, you just made my day Mi!

      Always love to hear from you :)

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  15. मैंने पी खूब जो पिलाई उसने
    मेरी रूह भी समाई उसमें
    निग़ाहों में थी एक अनकही बात
    उसके हाथों में था जब मेरा हाथ
    .. just too gud !

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  16. My reply-
    Jo kar de iss dil ke har goonche ko roshan
    Kuch aisa hi hai tera saath

    www.numerounity.com

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  17. Longing and reminiscence, we are on the same page this week :).
    One of the things I admire the most in your poetry, and I lack dearly, is the ability to be terse and yet effective. It retains the emotion and the crispness of expression.
    Your best works are always Hindi poems and this is certainly one of them :)

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    1. Oh, I don't like my work for the very same reason. I want to write long sentences to create an impact. Glad you like the poem. And this poem I wrote in 12th standard during board exams. :)

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    2. Really! That long ago...it makes it so much more beautiful...coz now I read it from a teenager's point of view...and the longing changes from lost love to new love :)
      You should mention that 12th class thing upfront! :)

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    3. Will add a post script. Wondering, age can change our perception for art. :) Amazing, isn't it?

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    4. Age should add perspective or else we are in trouble! :)

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  18. OMG! You were so romantic at that early age.

    It's Beautiful! :)

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    1. Hehehehe... Romantic, not at all. I just loved writing even then. :)

      Thanks for liking it, Gayatri.

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  19. Tajmahal chai ki yaad dila di...mizaaz shayarana ker diye apne.

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  20. Wow, you could write like this back then. And kya romantic thoughts. I am sure you showed all of them to Alok :). Lovely!

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    1. Yeah, he read it when I published. Glad you liked it, Rachna. :)

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  21. वाह वाह! पढ़ कर दिल Romantic हो गया। :D

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  22. us raat ki baat aaj bhi goonj raha hai :)

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  23. रात की स्याही में भी सुंदर सपने तुमने देखे!ये उमर भी तो ऐसी होती है:)

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  24. Very Romantic...Aur 12th mein hi likhte hai log aksar, dil se dil ki baat :) liked it.

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  25. Lovely verse, Saru! glad to see you didn't lose your base with poetry!

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  26. "अब ज़िंदा कहाँ, दफन है
    ये काली रातें ......i wrote somewhere " shivers my heart, like drops of rain water on the lotus leaf, scintillating, vibrating, yet the reciting chyme vibrates...
    I do not know why tears came but failed to roll. Thank you for the wonderful feelings that I felt after reading your poetry again and again.

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    1. Such a beautiful line. Words have this power of evoking unexplained emotions in us. Glad you like it, Sir. :)

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  27. Beautiful sonnet! Ab zinda kahan dafan hain...applause. Thanks for a lovely read.

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  28. अब ज़िंदा कहाँ, दफन है
    ये काली रातें जैसे कफ़न हैं
    ज़ल्द हो मेरी उनसे एक मुलाक़ात
    और लम्हा लम्हा सरके, न गुजरे ये रात

    उसके हाथों में हो जब मेरा हाथ
    तो लम्हा लम्हा सरके, न गुजरे ये रात
    अत्यन्त सुन्दर, गहरी और आत्मीय अभिव्यक्ति सारू जी ! काव्य प्रतिभा निश्चित रूप से प्रशंसनीय है , और होगी भी , आप बचपन से लिखती आ रही हैं !

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  29. Lovable poetry. Remembered some old precious moment of my life.

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