Saturday, March 2, 2013

Birthday


Her pain was my arrival
my tears were her laughter

their desire was my birth
my desire was their love

their face was my beauty
my face was their duty

cherishable was the moment
they kissed my pash , with a
philotimy -e love of honour

their love lead me to
wink-a-peeps , rollin
o'er my cheeks

my wurp makes their day
how i forget the day,
my birthday


-Ashwarya Pratap Singh

कन्हैया

सज - संवर कर आयो कन्हैया 
बजाने मुरली के सुर ओ ताल 
साँवला भय तो क्या हुआ 
भाय गोपियों के मन को तू गोपाल 
चोरी छुप्पे खायो माखन 
ओ मेरे नटखट नन्दलाल 

सुनने तेरी मुर्ली को 
आ गिरो वो आकाश 
 निकले सुर जो तेरी बाँसी ते 
जी उठो ये जग -संसार 

लोचन तेरे , मानो सागर 
केश जैसे जगत श्रृंगार 
वाणी तेरी जैसे अमृत 
और हस्त तेरे रचनाकार 

नटखट है तू बड़ो कन्हैया
काहे करे शरारत अपार
छुपा कर वस्त्र गोपियों के
देखे उन्हें जमुना पार 



- Ashwarya pratap singh

Friday, February 8, 2013

Awaited Messenger


through the valleys, o'er the scrow
hofully taking the messages,ye pigeon or a crow?
Whence, comest thou? dost anyone know?
from a desert or snow ?

ye naughty bird i waitin for ye overmany
lookin onuppan the scrow , may we find any
we besought you for early arrival
thy art my fere,i beseech ye for this approval

here ye arrive, o bird! naught for me , i cried
really thou've nary for me , i fell deprived
ye've no whit made the fault, whom for i sing song
may no whit want to hold my hand any long




-  Ashwarya Pratap Singh


Thursday, January 31, 2013

birds

that passing of smiles
that waving hellos
those shying eyes

running out of words
but that desire to talk
loosing the temper when you brush me off
but that deliberate attempts to touch

crying for little things
debating on large issues
waiting for your texts
eager to hear from you

waking up early
so that day starts with your talks
never sleep at nights untill
saying those sweet things to you

staring at your eyes
turning back to look at you
trying to tease you
and burning with jealousy 

that jealousy become anger ,
anger become guilt
guilt become love
that become you

being sorry for the times 
i brought tears to you
short is the life but,
greater are the desires to 
spend it with you

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Four chambers.

Comfortable enough i was
around you to open up

still remembered all the moments
i nodded off in your arms

remembered the times i ,
yakked on and on and on
and the times you put up with them

always the things fall through that you want
and again i let you down

i will keep at the things you desired

nothing i gave you
but a promise,
you are my part
and will always be
in those four chambers
so called heart

i ran out of words
how much i love you dad.


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

संघर्ष

होकर सवार  इस जीवन रुपी नौका  में ,
कर रहा था इंतज़ार  दुसरे छोर  का ,
भटक कर मार्ग अपनी मंजिल से ,
कोस रहा था उन लहरों को ,
बनी थी काँटा जो मेरे पथ का

रखकर पतवार एक सहारे,
लगा में देखने उस चींटी को,
कर रही थी संघर्ष जो कठोर ,
उठाकर नाज के एक दाने को ,

करके नमन उसके आत्मविश्वास को
फिर थाम  लिया मैंने पतवार
करता रहा संघर्श  में भी , अपनी मंजिल पाने को

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