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© bhaskar bhattacharya
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कुछ मंज़िलों का डर है यूं
मै राह पर जाता नहीं
हूँ उस मुसाफिर की तरह
चलना जिसे आता नहीं
वो ख्वाब थे या था नशा
जिसने बसाया था शहर
हर दिन है जश्न जवां यहाँ
मेहमां कोई आता नहीं
क्यों फासला है दरम्यां
इस राह पर ए हमसफ़र
तुम दूर जा रहे हो या
चलना मुझे आता नहीं
ये जुस्तजु जो खुद से है
ये है सदी का फलसफा
मुझे इश्क़ है मेरे अश्क़ से
मैं खुद से कह पाता नहीं
हूँ और भी कुछ चाहता
पढ़ना किताब -ए - दर्द से
तुम चाँद पर बैठे हो मैं
तुम तक पहुँच पाता नहीं
It's a wonder that
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© bhaskar bhattacharya
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They think it's right
In the deepest dark
In the dead of night
They light a lamp
Of human heart
And gladly think
They own the light
They laugh away
And play their game
But no one looks
At the dying flame
She burns away
She suffers the night
Within the reach
Of human sight
She's seen by all
Yet felt by none
And no one cares
For all she's done
Her sufferings go in vain
She's kept alight
To help the way
To home before the rain
Hoping one day
They'll find their way
She burns alone in pain.
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© bhaskar bhattacharya
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Where do I buy
The morning breeze
That flows along
The mountain trees
Where do I buy
The scarlet sky
That left me stunned
With a silent sigh
Where do I buy
The scent of rain
The flight of clouds
I search in vain
Where do I search
The heaven's worth
Of a walk barefoot
On moistened earth
Where do I buy
The sound of seas
The sheer vastness
Of lasting peace
Where do I buy
Those wings to fly
To reach the times
Those have flown by
Where can I find
The reason behind
The fight within
The heart and mind
Where do I find
The image in mind
Of moments missed
That are left behind
Do you remember times
I have walked with you
In the sunshine trails
You strolled in the park
I've held you tight
In the harshest light
And yet always
You call me dark
I have been with you
In your sunshine hue
I've held the tears
That swept your face
I have been so close
That no one has
And yet denied
The slightest grace
Dark I am
Indeed it's true
My darkness shows
Your times are bright
When dusk arrives
Being merged in you
Its me who waits
For your dawn of light
Etched in time
Some times have passed
When moments froze
When time stood still
When rocks gave way
For streams to flow
For barren grounds
To have their fill
A sapling grew
To a mighty tree
And bore the fruits
For all she could
But some said
She blocks the light
And another
Felt she is firewood
Beneath the sheath
Of an earthly veil
With moistened eyes
She looks behind
For someone's worth
She lost her own
For some pain caused
She had been kind
Strange are the ways
The world behaves
Stranger still are
The way they think
A drop from an eye
Is left unseen
On a drop of a hat
They raise a drink!
Half a glass and
Half a drink
In the other half
Is life we think
For half a day
One thinks today
About a half of yesterday
In half a life
One does derive
In the other half
What must arrive
Half a moon
In half a night
Imparts the yearn
For morning light
A half bit here
And a half somewhere
One gives up all
The halves to share
In half a smile
And half a tear
Is half the way
Of far and near
In half a line
In words benign
A half life writes
One half is mine......
