Poems – Page 25 – Small City Thinker

जिसकी कीमत होतारीफ़ उसी की होती हैपत्थर तो बहुत हैंपर असली कीमत तो हीरे की होती है।इल्म और खूबसूरती ख़ुद बा ख़ुद परदे पर आ जाते हैंसही लोगों को सही लोग मिल जाते हैंहीरे तू ख़ुद मुकम्मल होते हैं जौहरी तो बस उन्हें तराश जाते हैं। अशांत

I am Broken Again

I am Broken Again! I am broken againWith utter disdainNo one shares my painWho’ll love me again? My future is dark Still feeling the sting of lonelinessHaving everything except surelinessIn whom should I put my faith again?Whom should I love again? I am broken againWith utter disdainNo one shares my painWho’ll love me again? TheContinue reading “I am Broken Again”

The Phoenix

PHOENIXSomeone’s crying!No one’s eyeing!But I can surely tell youTrue are tears that flewIts essence can never be meanIts something that could not be seenThe world is not as it has beenHeart gardens are not greenAs they have earlier beenAll the roses are goneThe grass floor totally wornWhat happened to my dreams?Where are the facial beams?TheContinue reading “The Phoenix”