Another blogger....
For past few days, I have been feeding on a blogger's poems all written in Hindi..... her poems at once reflect the inner turmoil, pain, longingness and the ocen of love that she has for someone...... you go through them and feel as if they mirror your own feelings......
होती है मुझे ईर्ष्या !!
उन हवाओं से,
जो तुम्हारे बाल सहलाती हैं,
उन खुशबुओं से,
जो तुम्हारे करीब आती हैं ।
So very beautiful ........ as if someone listened to my thoughts when I mused..... and now after she has openly admitted that she envies these natural agents for they're somehow more lucky than herself, she also quickly adds that her love is not so weak to be challenged by something as vulnerable as another human being..... just read the following lines -
क्योंकि इनमे से हर काम मे मेरा हिस्सा हो सकता है !
और इनके आगे इंसानों से कौन भला कभी जलता है?
होती है मुझे ईर्ष्या !!
उन हवाओं से,
जो तुम्हारे बाल सहलाती हैं,
उन खुशबुओं से,
जो तुम्हारे करीब आती हैं ।
So very beautiful ........ as if someone listened to my thoughts when I mused..... and now after she has openly admitted that she envies these natural agents for they're somehow more lucky than herself, she also quickly adds that her love is not so weak to be challenged by something as vulnerable as another human being..... just read the following lines -
क्योंकि इनमे से हर काम मे मेरा हिस्सा हो सकता है !
और इनके आगे इंसानों से कौन भला कभी जलता है?
Poetry is the essence of a mans soul, giving voyeuristic delights , even when we are tonguetied to silence , tired timelessness.
ReplyDeleteHindi Urdu are language beyond figures of speech..emotional syntax beyond the dreariness of a wordy lexicon.
All lovers of life are dreamers ..welcome aboard.
firoze shakir
photographerno1
अच्छा लिखा है :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful lines... Would love to read all... Pass on her webpage link if its not too personal! ;)
ReplyDeletehttp://flyingbird83.blogspot.com/ and thr is nothing personal.......
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