वो बैठा-बैठा
रात के तालाब में
सितारे फेंक रहा है
बहुत बरस हुए अब
रात भरने को आई
मगर इंतज़ार
ख़त्म नहीं हुआ उसका
तुम किसी दिन
सुबह जल्दी उठकर
चूम लेना माथा उसका
शायद,
उसकी थकी आँखों को
सुकून आ जाये
sitting there, on the edge
of the pond that is the night
he picks and throws stars, one by one
its been ages
the night is now brimful with stars
but the end of his wait
is still afar
if some day
you got up early
and kissed his forehead sweet
then,
maybe,
his tired eyes
will find some relief
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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