On Sanguine Wings...

A new morning dawns so bright,

Setting the leaves on fire with a golden light,

Rays of the golden globe cutting through the dark,

And filling the heart with spunk and spark.....

What seemed so hopeless, dark and dreary 

In the reign of the night, so black and gloomy

Is now lightened, buoyant and rosy,

Glittering, gleaming with vivacious energy......

For night must give way to light,

As sadness to incandescent delight,

Gloomy winters to spunky spring,

Despair to hope on sanguine wings.....

हर सुबह यूं ही आती रहे;
जिन्दगी का पैगाम लाती रहे;
गम की शामे आती जाती रहे;
जिन्दगी यू ही मुस्कराती रहे.

फूल यू ही खिलते रहे;
यार दोस्त रोज मिलते रहे;
जख्म जो मिले वो सिलते रहे;
मौके खुशी के निकलते रहे.

खुशियाँ ही खुशियां राहो में हो;
जिन्दगी तू आज मेरी बाहों मे हो;
मंजिल मेरी निगाहों में हो;
मेरी किस्मत किसी की दुआओं मे हो.

ये अलग बात है कि किस्मत ने तुझसे मिलाया नही;
पर ये नही कि तुझे चाहा नही;
जो तूने चाहा तुझे मिल गया;
जो मैने चाहा वो पाया नही.

तेरी याद धूप बनकर दिल मे उतरती रहे;
चांदनी की तरह बिखरती रहे;
अब तेरी याद ही काफी है;
जिन्दगी यूं ही गुजरती रहे.

Circle of Undying Life

              " The Circle of Life"

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ,

Death's finality , always so just.

Life's delicate , brittle and fragile,

Like the dainty autumn clouds in the sky.

Why do our loved ones just drift away,

Into a land so faraway?

When nothings left but memories through misty eyes,

And nothing's tangible ,like stars in the smoky skies.

Why must a lifetime of joy and sorrow,

Of seriousness and frivolities so hollow,

Of shared times and memories come to naught,

When death rings it's bell so taut.

As I grieve and I lament,

At life which seems so meaningless,

I chance upon this meadow delightful,

With delicate flowers so beautiful.

These tiny, frail flowers dotting the green expanse,

Where did they spring up from into a featureless land?

When did they come up to dance this dance of life?

To flutter and to flirt , to joyously please the eyes.

This was a canvas totally unpainted,

Yet brilliant reds now dazzled and fragrant perfumes wafted.

These tenuous beings proclaimed their presence loudly,

Blowing in the breeze, singing their stories loudly.

And then ,another truth I realise,

That there's an evergreen circle of life.

Ever flowing , unceasing, interminable,

Of life and hope, energy and positivity immortal!

And that's where undying life scores over death,

And that's where undying life scores over death!!!!!

           Poem.      :Shelly Singh

           Pic credits: Sanjay Dhawan

Soar, Soar Away

I gave you wings, taught you how to fly,

And now you're ready to soar in the sky.

Glide effortlessly, oh child of mine,

And find your place and your own tribe....

Where did those years just melt away?

It seems just like yesterday,

When you took that first faltering step,

I laughed while I cried, my heart joyously leapt.....

Your first day at school, your tiny hand in mine,

I left you at the gate and then I tearfully smiled,

And when you cried those briny tears,

It wrenched my heart and I hid my fears.....

When did you grow up , oh son of mine?

From a helpless bonny infant to a teen so fine

I never got a chance to count those sunny days and sleepless nights,

Those tears, those joys, those soothing, gentle lullabies.......

And now you're ready to fly and soar,

Into a new world that you'll explore.

My strapping boy, I wish you the very best,

Happiness, peace, progress and success......

But as that lined nest you leave,

My weary heart and soul do grieve,

For all those beautiful times we spent,

As a family of bonded togetherness.....

As you fly into the world so new,

Remember the tree from which you flew,

Stay grounded, rooted ,little one,

As you find your lofty place under the Sun......

As you find your lofty place under the Sun.......

     Poem: Shelly Singh

     Pic.    : Sanjay Dhawan

मंथन
सूरज पी गया है या समुद्र निगल गया है;
यहाँ जमीन कहाँ है' दिखाई नही देती.

चारों ओर एक संनाटा है' सकून है
अब किसी की चीख सुनाई नही देती.

ये शायद कुदरत का आखरी नजारा है:
यहाँ से आगे'साथ आंख की बिनाई नही देती.

सूरज तो समुद्र में डूबने को तैयार है;
कयू  ये लहरें बढकर अपनी कलाई नही देती.

ये समुद्र है पानी खारा है इसका,
पयास की गहराई इसकी दिखाई नही देती.

अब मरने का इरादा किसी औऱ दिन,
कौन कहता है मौत जिंदगी को बधाई नही देती.

हर लहर पर तेरा नाम लिख देता हूं;
पर पानी पर लिखाई दिखाई नही देती.

यहाँ से लौटा भी तो किधर जाऊंगा,
जिंदगी अब मुझे सदाएं नही देती.

मुददतें हुईं घर की याद आए,
पर मां बचचों को बददुआएं नही देती.

Moods of mine

I am the sea, clear sparkling and glistening,

I am the sea, untamed, wild and threatening.

I am the sea, gentle , calm and radiant,

I am the sea, dangerous, chaotic and violent.

You sometimes see me warm, warmed by the Sun's glory,

And sometimes I'm so cold, chilly, dark and dreary.

I take on brilliant hues, orange, green and blue,

And sometimes I just appear, dull and colourless too.

Sometimes I'm joyous, flirtingly I caress,

Those beautiful golden sands which turn to molten nothingness.

Yet sometimes like an angry soul, I crush the craggy rocks,

I trample, I trod, I pulverise , I beat and I shock.

What is it that makes me, so different in my nature,

Gentle, calm, sometimes, sometime angry out of character.

It is the sky above, who is my soul's desire,

I show my different moods to him, my love and my ire.

I know we can never meet, never in this lifetime,

I long to touch and hold you dear, make you forever mine.

I jump, I leap, I fret, I weep to get your attention,

And then I wearily do resign, to still myself of emotion.

Far away in the horizon, someday we will meet,

Your spirited air, my liquid fire, our passion and our heat.

We will some day scorch the Earth ,with our love divine,

Till then, my love, you must see ,these varied moods of mine.....

Till then , my love, you must see ,these varied moods of mine......

Poem: Dr. Shelly Singh

Pic:  Dr. Sanjay Dhawan

Wings of fancy

Oh heart of mine, take me away,

To a place that's so faraway,,

Faraway from the race of life, 

Where's there's no weariness or strife.

Take me to a meadow smelling of fresh grass,

Where horses gently canter, and air's clear like glass,

Where cottony, downy clouds, sing 

lilting lullabies,

To ever flowing silvery streams and craggy mountains high.

Take me to a land, a land so faraway,

Where I could rest ,rest my head on a carpet of downy hay,

Where incandescent rays of the sun warm this body of mine,

Where Earth and Sky just rise to meet, somewhere in infinity divine.

Oh, give me that air, that air so fresh,

That soothes my being with every breath,

That fills me with it's aura so calm, 

And treats my weary soul with it's healing balm.

Oh gentle heart of mine, take me away....

Oh gentle heart of mine, take me away

On wings of fancy to a land faraway, 

To winds of freshness in a land faraway....

       Poem : Shelly Singh

       Pic: Sanjay Dhawan

The dusk of hopelessness

The dusk of hopelessness

Look at these lines, 

Deeply etched on this face of mine,

Each tells a story, 

Of joy, hope and glory.

Your load I smilingly and willingly bore, 

With strength and patience galore, 

When beauty was writ large on my face,

I was a symbol of youth and nubile grace.

With every little cry of yours,

Oh little one, I stayed up nightly hours,

Your tiny little hand I held, 

Every little morsel to you ,I fed.

And now my vision's failing,

I'm weak, frail , bent and ailing,

My hair is brittle and silvery white,

And with every ghost I have to fight.

My child, my mind is not so clear,

Memory fades and demons I fear,

Of death that's stalking me so near,

Now I need you most my dear.

Yet, in an old age home I stay, 

With blurred memories of work and play,

You have no time or will to stay, 

To hear my dreary tales of day.

But every wrinkle wants to say, 

A word, a look, a thought astray,

My darling son, youth doesn't stay,

It fleetingly finds it's way,

To a dusky land of hopelessness

To a dusky land of hopelessness....

Pic courtesy: Dr. Sanjay Dhawan 

लकीरों में लिखी कहानी

उम्र एक हकीकत है जो नजर आती है;
जबान कहां ईतना सब बताती है॥

ये झुर्रियां पूरे उम्र की दास्तां सुनाती हैं;
अब सच किसी से नही छुपाती हैं॥

सीने में अब रातें कपकपाती हैं;
चांदनी सी जुलफें इस चेहरे पर कितना सुहाती हैं॥

उम्र की जुलफें कितनी घनेरी हैं;
आंच पर पक कर हो गई सुनहरी हैं॥
आज ये मेरी तो कल तेरी हैं;
ये उम्र ना तेरी ना मेरी चचेरी है॥

जरद सा शाल ओढे:
आज जिन्दगी मौत की दहलीज पर है;
ए नासमझ तुझे जो इतना नाज है;
वो किस चीज पर है॥

आया ही नही हमको घीरे से गुजर जाना;
वक्त से टकराना और फिर बिखर जाना॥

हर मोड पर ये आंखें' बच्चों से ये कहती हैं;
कितना भी तुम उड़ लो;
पर रात को लौट के घर आना॥

Ethereal Beauty

" Ethereal Beauty"

Standing there since eternity, wearing a shawl of silver mist,

You seem so distant and ethereal, 

Cold, alone and exquisite.

Celestial Beauty, sign of passionate love,

You seem so brilliantly perfect,

Out of this world , divine and paradisiacal,

Yet too perfect to be soulful.

Why do I wish there were some flaws?

Flaws that make you more Earthly,

Inspite of that marbled, delicate grace,

Why do I wish you weren't so heavenly?

Oh Translucsent Beauty, I am the orange glow,

That touches your exterior but not your soul,

I bathe the water, warm beside you, that flows,

But can't seem to penetrate that eloquent stony cold.

Let me warm you, warm your very being,

Let me into your heart, break that Elysian screen,

Oh, Ethereal Beauty, don't stand there, alone and lonely,

Let me envelop you with my love till timeless infinity! 

       Pic courtesy: Dr. Sanjay Dhawan

For beauty is not skin deep 

But it is the fire within....

For beauty is not skin deep 

But it is the fire within......

चिराग़

ये चिराग नही दिल जल रहे हैं:
चले आओ जहाँ तक रोशनी दिखाई देती है॥

कोशिश करो ये चिराग जलते रहे;
इसमें हमारी रुहें रहती हैं॥

शमा जलती है पूरी रात:
पर जिन्दगी का हर रंग सहती है॥

तू चाह कर भी अब हमें रोक नही सकता;
हम खुशबू की तरह हवा में चलते हैं;

कोशिश भी मत करना इन्हें बुझाने की;
ये चिराग अब तेल से नही ' हवा से जलते हैं॥