CLOUDS

Clouds you have turned deaf
You have come till
the outskirts of village
but like an annoyed visitor
at a distance you have stayed.

In the sweltering heat
I have split like
cracked heels
hurt afresh each day
my wounds have
gone deep.

I had only hopes from you
and you too have backed out.
My two hands
Neem & Peepal,
who used to beckon you
have both been cut now.

From this nook
to the end of the
other corner
I was one.

But I stand divided now
into so many houses
and hearths.

In your hope
I cry, groan
and
am parching out
but with eyes brimming
with tears
how can I call you now.

Rivers flowing in my heart
have gone dry
it’s shores full of filth
have gone wry.

After years you have come
that too with a few sprinkles
of rain, to woo.

After past so many autumns
what will a paltry monsoon do.
It's the translation of the poem "Dharti ki guhar" - posted at kavita ka kona

ग़ज़ल

Caste, creed, nations and boundaries
All originate from man
Same color flows in the veins of all
Whether a foe or a friend.

On pondering life is a big philosophy
Or, a mere compilation of words
Can any philosophy be larger than life?
None could resolve
Nor a sage, nor a nerd.

No boundaries can restrain me
From the endless flow of life’s traits
For I believe
Where there are boundaries
There germinates hatred.

मूल ग़ज़ल पढ़ने के लिए ग़ज़ल की गली देखें

Hunger

One day
hunger met me
searching something
to eat
from the heaps of garbage

One day
hunger met me
pushing her folded body
through an iron ring
of six inches diameter
displaying acrobatics
of a “Nut”

One day
hunger met me
in the scorching
month of June
on the rhythm of dhol
for each petty coin tossed
whipping hunter
on his bare-back

Since then,
the innate,
primordial hunger
existing within my belly
seems to have perished.

Amrita has translated this poem
यह रूपान्तरण विवेक मिश्रा की कविता "भूख" का है, जिसे आप कविता का कोना में हिन्दी में पढ़ सकते हैं।

ग़ज़ल

As soon the eve falls, tears moisten my eyes
your remembrance pricks me with the flicker of the lights.

In my heart your thoughts & memories dwell so deep
there is no peace within me, nor can I let a sigh of relief.

The watch of love that I have tied on my wrist
ticks away the time full of your memories.

Passion of love has made me die an immortal death
my heart still beats, no, I am not dead yet.

You are not there, but your remembrance, my beloved
in the dusk, walks past the greens of my lawn, Oh! beloved.

मूल ग़ज़ल पढ़ने के लिए ग़ज़ल की गली देखें

ग़ज़ल

Why pretend to talk of truce,
When hatred runs through each other’s veins,
An arrow is always an arrow,
Whether in a quiver -
Or had pierced someone’s veins.

Circumstances may compel to change,
But not to a limit to crumble thus,
A lion can never savour grass
Whether in forest or in a circus
You cannot silence the dynamite,
Flowing in each vein – ready to explode,
You may burn pyres of rebellions,
It will still bring - new revolutions to the fore

World may stop me
Or any one who has the might
When I have resolved to speak the truth
Truth shall I speak - with all the right.

मूल ग़ज़ल पढ़ने के लिए ग़ज़ल की गली देखें