स्याह इंद्रधनुष और चाँदनी रातें

I think therefore I am …… I think !!! Cut the crap, I am here to write so that I get loads of traffic and I feel important ……

निशा प्रिया – २

तुमसे दूर यहाँ भी साँझ ढलती है,
रात के किनारे पर अब टहलती है ।
उसके आँचल में बँधा तुमसे दूरी का अहसास,
बढ़ता जाता है, छोड़ती वह गहरे प्रश्वास ।

रात्रि में मिल जाने को तत्पर शाम,
खुद पर ओढ़ती हुई धीरे से रंग श्याम,
मेरे चारों ओर रात्रि का करती आलिंगन,
उदित होता पीतवर्ण पूर्ण चन्द्र; तेरा कंगन ।

गिर कर मुझपर बहतीं चन्द्रकिरणें मुक्ताभ,
मैं ज्योतिहीन; नहीं तेरे स्निग्ध आलिंगन की आभ ।
साँझ शरण श्याम निशा की श्याम वर्ण करती वरण,
मैं अनिमेष देखता युगल को परस्पर पाते शरण ।

Filed under: कविता, Hindi Poetry, Kavita, Poetry

2 Responses

  1. बहुत उम्दा रचना!!!

    ———–

    निवेदन

    आप लिखते हैं, अपने ब्लॉग पर छापते हैं. आप चाहते हैं लोग आपको पढ़ें और आपको बतायें कि उनकी प्रतिक्रिया क्या है.

    ऐसा ही सब चाहते हैं.

    कृप्या दूसरों को पढ़ने और टिप्पणी कर अपनी प्रतिक्रिया देने में संकोच न करें.

    हिन्दी चिट्ठाकारी को सुदृण बनाने एवं उसके प्रसार-प्रचार के लिए यह कदम अति महत्वपूर्ण है, इसमें अपना भरसक योगदान करें.

    -समीर लाल
    उड़न तश्तरी

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There was a Naughty Boy – By John Keats

There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He took
In his knapsack
A book
Full of vowels
And a shirt
With some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
A hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings-
For old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at 'is back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the North,
To the North,
And followed his nose
To the North.

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see-
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red-
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England-
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.
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