Saturday, January 10, 2009

longing...


समय के झड़ते फूलों की
कुछ एक पंखुडी
रख ही लेनी चाहिए
संभाल के
कभी कभी बसंत
बोहत देर से आता है.

An attempt at translation,


from the falling flowers of time,
some petals shoul be kept,
as souveniers,
carefully,
at times spring,
arrives very late.

For all the time i have not been here i just want to say i missed it very much but circumstances kept me away. hope to be present.

6 comments:

chunky said...

very beautiful!!!!

Anonymous said...

lovely thoughts there..

Mampi said...

Very beautifully penned, as always.
Something new,
something very touching...

Aparna Mudi said...

tu pitegi mere haatho agar tune fir aise gande translations kiye toh

delhidreams said...

kabhi kabhi basant aata hi nahi
aur
badi der tak intezaar karne ke baad
jab samay ke jhadte phoolon ki pankhudiyan sookh ke bikhar jaati hain
main apni yaadon ke jharokhe mein baitha
tere aane ka intejaar karta hoon

Anonymous said...

I cannot read hindi, but would love to read it.:)

Mayfly.

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