Showing posts with label Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day. Show all posts

Sunday, 17 August 2025

Morning Tea

आह! यह सुबह की गरम चाय की प्याली
चुस्कियां लेते हुए सोचती हूं "आज दिन अच्छा बीतेगा"
मेरे खिड़की के बाहर चमेली के पेड़ पर
वह काला कौआ मुझे घूरता हुआ अचानक बोल पड़ा,
"क्यों! लग गए उम्मीदें बांधने ? अगर अच्छा न बीता तो?"
मैने झुंझलाकर कहा, "तुम निराशावादी!! क्यों न होगा अच्छा? गर न भी हुआ दिन है गुजार लेंगे।"
"एक्जैक्टली ", उसने जोर से चिल्ला कर कहा,
"गुजार लो! गुजार लो!"
फिर पंख झटक कर ऊपर की टहनी पर जा बैठा
और मुझे एक टक देखता रहा
मैने मुस्कुरा कर कहा, "अब तुम भी सीख देने लगे..."
उसने सर झुकाकर बोला, " तुम इंसान...क्या करें?
रहना जब है साथ तो ..."

Aah! This steaming cuppa morning tea
Sipping I thought," The day's gonna go well"
On the Chameli tree by the window that crow 
Staring at me suddenly started, "Why! 
You're again piling hopes ? 
What if it's otherwise?"
Irritated I replied, " You pessimist!
Why should it be otherwise?
Even if it is...it's just a day...will let go by."
"Exactly!", He cawed loudly,
"Let go by! Let go by!"
And then he plonked on the branch above
And kept peering at me 
I smiled," Now, you too preaching?"
He took a bow and said, "Ye humans! 
What to do? As we are fated to be together 
So..."


Monday, 17 June 2013

Sitting By The Window


Dawn tiptoes stealthily
Towards my window
The dark silhouettes
Enlighten slowly
In the purity of light
A car washer cleaning cars
A milkman cycling past
With clanging containers of milk
I too have to take to the sleepy roads
As my pet Mr. Snow Boot nudges me
With soft growls
The day's begun
No more sitting by the window...
 

Glorious morn seeps in unstoppably
Under a glowering sun
The street lights burn
With a weak zeal
The usual noises of work
The honking of horns
The busy strides of passers by....


As the afternoon draws close
Shadows of the trees lengthen
On my veranda
A pale good bye ensues
Its the parting time...
 
The sun tilts westward
Leaving behind a trail
Of riotous red, purple, soft pink
Orange mixed with black and blue
A wistful end to day's delight...

The night comes in with bold steps
Sprinkling a few stars on the way
A doting moon with a motherly smile
The neons and the sparkles of the sky
Vie with each other
For supremacy...

Tomorrow at predawn
I shall again sit by the window
To witness the interplay
Of darkness and splendour...

Till then...