अगस्त, 2009 के लिए पुरालेख

Tears–poem

Posted in literature on अगस्त 23, 2009 by drsbg

From the corners of eyes they flow,

In the sorrow & happiness they flow.

From the troubled eyes they flow,

To   tell    all  the   lies ,    they flow.

One is lost in loving memories they flow,

In the warmth of loving arms they flow.

In the lone nights & gay spring wind,

They are tales from fathoms of mind.

Sung the  saddest songs , they flow,

Hearing the sweetest melody they flow.

They are heart-throb pain with cheers,

Foe some just salted water,else they are tears.

Every time they are a different tale,

The deepest secrets of heart they unveil.

They flow for else’s cause,

Even flow one gets applause.

They are humble  power of pious soul,

May also be a sinful quest.

Since they may be the crocodile tears,

Poised for some vested interest.

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poem– why destitch my pillow?

Posted in literature on अगस्त 1, 2009 by drsbg

It’s useless to destitch my pillow,

Indeed an unfruitful labour.

Only sorrow &sorrow& sorrow,

Nothing but sorrow prevail there.

My life is full of failures,

And  of useless tales.

Few are in the memories,still

Rest in the dust prevail.

My pen has no heart to write,

Eyes don’t want to read.

Since I am ashamed of,

Of various sinful deeds.

The memories like ocean currents,

Flow through beaches to soul.

Return to the fathoms soon,

Shall it be final goal.



There were darkness in the life,

And life was a great strife.

Someone brought the ray of hope,

And filled the heart with light.

Those bonded for life, went away,

The friends left midway on shore.

Flown out with winds of time,

Alas! happy days are never more.

The ache that filled the heart,

And  so much felt the foul.

And like the thorns-prick,

The pain filled breath & soul.

This is my own story,

Sounds trumpets of heart’s grief.

So much the pain itself,

Has become complexities of life.

O my first candle of light!

Let the lamps on my way ignite.

If somehow I could reach,

Can see the goal-post in night.

—-written by-Dr, shyam gupt