क्या कह दूं ?

क्या कह दूं ?

चढ़ता हुआ सूरज कह दूं या लालिमा बिखेरती चन्द्रमा कह दूँ ,

खिलता हुआ फूल कहूँ या चंचल  धुप कहूँ ,

चिड़ियों का चहकना देखूं और ऊँचे बरगद की छाव देखूं ,

मुसाफीरों की चाल  देखूं या मंजिल की राह तकूँ ||

बच्चों की अटखेलियाँ देखूं या झूमता मल्हार देखूं ,

महकते खेत में झूमते फसल की लहर देखूं ,

और समुंदर की मस्ती को क्या कह दूँ  ,

अंत कहूँ की अंत की शुरुवात कह दूँ  ||

उसके प्यार को क्या कह दूं ,

और उसके इन्तेजार को क्या नाम दूं ,

उसकी चंचलता की तारीफ करूँ  या उससे प्यार करूँ ,

क्या करूँ ,क्या कह दूँ ||

Still...

Still Waiting!

I am still waiting,
With patience and style,
Looking for a look,
Of grace and peace.
Simulated with anger and joy,
I am still learning.

Tough is to wait,
In nastiness and ridicule.
Fighting the isolation and stillness,
Of dearth and breach.
Tangled in silent complications, 

I am still waiting.

I will wait, 

With a code of respect and silence.
Creating the error,
Of your false presence and permanent absence.
Fallacy still remains, so subtle,
I am still learning and waiting.

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                                                                                                      ©Gunjan SInha

I and She on a scooter

Me on a scooter,Tired but steady,

Was passing through the market,crowded but quiet.

With Red sun low on the horizon,and birds flying low,

I was expecting a rain and a blow.

A sweet glance and a devious smile,was all I need,

I slowed down for the charming and beautiful.

With voice charming,”I want a lift to the railway station?”,was all she need.

Now,Me and She on a scooter,Invigorated and convulsive.

Enthralling was the way with slight intermittent drizzle for the rest of the day,

Crushed on the way,Love seemed to be waiting for us on the highway.

Suddenly,on a precarious turn,Scooter made a nasty sound,

Against my will,it reduced its speed and the battery indicator halved and decided to stop abruptly.

Still,a mile to cover,I stood heartbroken,

She waived her hand,again.

A long car stopped,a lucky driver sood by and again,a voice charming was to be heard.

Life is a box of choclate,I recalled.

-Gunjan Sinha

Its Rainy time

Its rainy time

Rain Rain come again,

Fall on Earth ,quench her thirst 

Dance on flowers and make it blossom

Fill the reservoir ,help in irrigation.

Heavy downpour is all I ask,

For the world is hot and global warming is    sky high.

Rain Rain come again,

Water sells in packets and crops die,

Fruits have lost its flavour but its price is soaring high

Green vegetables are hard to find,and chickens are having a hard time,

Inflation is high and salary is low

Farmers cry and corruption is high.

Rain Rain You must fall,

Because it is the need of the hour

Tune your lighting with the steps of the drops,

Dance your Disco to the music of your thunder.

Fall in random in the still air ,make it queer.

But flow in unison with a march of thunder.

Rain Rain You bring Delight,

For,you are pure and free of pollution

You stop corruption in many ways and prevent inflation.

You bring joy to many ,you smell when you are on the way.

At last,fall on earth ,quench her thirst,

Come with circling clouds with a march of thunder.