Groundless
we stand,
like the wind
that hangs
locked in the womb
of an unknown love.
Like the wind
we hang
groundless,
skyless,
frosted in transit
moving nowhere
waiting for the storm
waiting for the storm….
so that the road appears….
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अमलतास का गीत
वो अमलतास देखते हो? वो ना झूम कर बांहे फैलाये हवाओं की हथेलियों पर सूरज की छननी से ढ़ांप कर एक गीत भेजता है हर सुबह मेरी ओर. पर वो ग...
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वो अमलतास देखते हो? वो ना झूम कर बांहे फैलाये हवाओं की हथेलियों पर सूरज की छननी से ढ़ांप कर एक गीत भेजता है हर सुबह मेरी ओर. पर वो ग...
Dear Balpreet
ReplyDeleteI don't know but I feel like demanding from you same poem on wind with just one difference- what is the colour of the wind? I know it is irrational and illogical but as a regular reader of your poems, I felt like having a right to command my poet. Please ignore if it hurts you. I apologize in advance but i sustain myself in this irrationality of command.