And then
He lost everything to her
She was a lovely gamble
Tag: Poem
रात
कल मैंने चांद से खुरच खुरच कर रात सफेद की
फिर नजर आए कुछ पन्ने
बुकमार्क कर के भुल गया था शायद, आगे बढ़ा नहीं
आसमान आंखें फ़ाडे तकता रहा, मैं रात घोल कर पी गया
पियुष कौशल
इज़हार
ज़मीं से चांद का फासला
मेरे दिल से तेरे लब तक
पियुष कौशल
आंच
तुम भी चढ़ाकर देखो अपने से किसी रिश्ते को
मतलब की आंच पर,
हमने अच्छे अच्छों को वहां रंग बदलते देखा है…
पियूष कौशल
Some Words
The trees want to whisper,
and leaves dance in the isles
The breeze trickles them
It seems they are all drunk
The road’s too long,
and the journey unknown
A gang of clouds kidnap the sun,
I’m not sure who’s the one
The moments gather here,
all of them
They hymn a lullaby,
a newborn moment falls asleep
What lyrics they were,
i don’t know
A haphazard song,
the one with me and you in it
The smell of dew,
still afresh
The mist of hopes,
thickened with expectations
This road seems to go nowhere,
the dreams chose to stay still
Aimless i wander,
in this world so unknown
I live by this moment,
of peace and serenity
A tear in my eye,
the taste of which is sweet
The sun pays its ransom,
the clouds let it free
Some words that i write
some words that i breathe
A Moonlit Night
It’s a moonlit night
The stars sewn in a necklace
Yawning with their mouth open
Spilling the lights around
I spread my arms on the chair
Wanting to hug the warm night
The darkness of sky that I inhale
Lights up a corner of my soul
Somewhere, down there
there’s a mystifying silence
That echoes like ripples in the water
And spreads like the shadow of my dreams
The moon is blank, yet full of visions
I pick each vision and untie the knot
They look familiar, as if always were a part of me
There are some I wrap, to cherish later
My eyes pull the curtain,
And my nerves are smoothened
I see a moonlit night
The stars sewn in a necklace
The Oak Tree
He stood alone on the hill,
through dusk to dawn
His roots dug deep,
deeper into thoughts
Thoughts of sunlight,
and the rays of hope
For his progenitors,
for the leaves, the branches
Thoughts of monsoon,
when summers pinched
And of winters,
When rains soaked his tears
He was always thinking,
for he was The Oak Tree
He was proud of the leaves,
that spawned his shadow
He endowed branches,
that unified his euphoria
The roots were his strength,
his indelible self
The only hope,
that touched his revere
He always loved them,
for he was The Oak Tree
He braved ages,
and the swindling time
He fought the storm,
the drought and the quivers
To strangers he bore resilience,
a resilience against the blistering swelter
He was always like this,
for he was The Oak Tree
His leaves changed color,
much like the weather
The branches tore his skin,
he wanted them to brave his age
Deserted he stood,
with his shadow
For his good days,
for leaves and birds and greenery
He always waited,
for he was The Oak Tree
There was a friend, a brother
a father, and a lover
for there was “The Oak Tree…”
