Dhat, Paaagal!

Today, I fell in love with a blank sheet of paper. I am going to adore her with my pencil.

कजरा रे

तेरे नयन
की लहरों में
डूबा जा रहा
ज़रा पलकों का
दे सहारा
कहीं इतने गहरे
न उतर जाऊं
कि झपकें जब पलकें
कैद हो जाऊं
समा जाऊं तुझमें
फिर न कहना
आगाह न किया
तेरी नजरों के साये में
शीशे से झांकता
मैं बांवरा कजरा

http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-iit.html

लालाजी

एक थे प्यारे लालाजी
पहनते थे वह पजामा जी
शान से निकलते
पैदल गाड़ी पे सवार होके
नयनों पे चश्मा
कुर्ता कभी नहीं अपना
तोंद का व्यास
था पचपन के पास
उनकी मूँछ
लगती गाय की पूंछ
सर पे चांद यूं चमकायें
करवा चौथ का व्रत पूरा हो जाए
ज्यों ही सड़क पे कदम रखते
पतली गली के कुत्ते पकड़ लेते
केले के छिलकों पे गिरते-फिसलते
बचते बचाते दुकान पहुँचते
लाला की दुकान
नीची दुकान फीके पकवान
आटे-दाल का भाव
भगा देता था उल्टे पांव...

Can't remember the rest of the lines.
One of my first poems, written in class 8th.

Invitation

vHow: Poetry - Analysis & Guide

A poem, invariably, is the concoction of expression and emotion. Nevertheless, it results in a compromise of either of the two. Guided by perception and fuelled by the outer world's myriad forms, sounds, lullaby, silence, simplicity, complexity, tragedy, comedy, wonders, a poet sails throughout her/his life with the sole cause of liberating the souls of all physical phenomena. In the process, he swims on the surface, dives deep, goes within, looks around and what is thus exhaled is pure creation.

Is it fair to call a poetic work as creation? True, it's been displayed never before, true, it's a connotation of authenticity, true, it is an undisputed property of its owner, albeit doesn't it challenge the supremacy of the almighty who is the first and only creator in the universe, who created heart and mind, nature and creature, life and death and everything else? May be, a poet assumes his creativity in the womb of His blessings or perhaps, it's bogus to use the term creative according to the uni-creator theory with the tag line

"Man can not create but discover."

Since ages, poets have been pseud in their advice about the secrets of writing a verse. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry

The Prince of Versia has shown a commendable act of generosity by agreeing to leak the secrets of writing poetry. Mr Virgineer proudly presents

A Complete Stud's Guide to Writing Poetry

Step1: Get yourself to a secluded place.

Step2: Forget everything, feel peaceful and think about things that have made an impact on your heart. Remember, a poet's heart is very sensitive. Damn anything in the world can impress it.

Step3: Choose the channel in which you wanna swim...

Step4: There should be one line that's going to be the most important in terms of representation of your thoughts...may be the 1st line.

Step5: Just go your way in your style, prefer ideas to rhyme scheme...If u don't get the rhyme right, put that idea somewhere else and work out some other idea that rhymes.

Sometimes people think backwards...they first think about a word that rhymes with the last one of a line and then formulate the idea. Either way it's fine as long as ur idea is impressive.

Once you've practised well, go ahead for writing sonnets, limericks and haikus...

**Note: Please, for Go..eh...Poetry's sake, don't sue me if the above doesn't work. I highly recommend it for novices who need a kick-start in their rhyming careers. Nevertheless, my recommendation is not recommended by me and, to put it simply, use it at your own risk!

TFE Hindi IP'06

In Retrospection

I know not

If got carried away

Or consciously ran until now;

When turn back,

She is gone.

Even a year ago

Not mine she was.

But now I know

She was mine.

Not any more?

No it ain't possible,

I won't let it be possible.

I' as rude, I know

But she is not me.

Come on, show up!

I beg of you.

At least lemme see you,

Lemme caress you, protect you

Lemme touch you, listen to you

Sitting beside you, close, closer.

Lemme hold you, breathe you,

Lemme take you wherever I want.

Lemme play with you, sleep with you.

No, I won't shout at you,

Hit you, suppress you

Or make you cry.

No, I won't avoid you,

Be ashamed of you,

Or make you beg for my time.

No, I won't force you

Or make you apologize in public.

But only if -

You don't talk to him,

Him or him either,

You don't smile at

The guy at the cafe,

You don't shake hands with the cousin

Of yours or mine.

I love you and only you,

More honestly than you.

I'm the only man

In the world

Possessed by your love.