Terror Storm

Yes, it came with same force again

Blasted bombs as toys in mirth  

Spilled red ink all over earth

Played with mortals as with words

Left foot marks of terror in blood

Smeared ash of simmering pyres

on wrinkled forehead of humanity

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what was their fault…?

their commonness, their innocence

their vulnerability or their ignorance?

and what benefit to gain.....?

More anguish, more pain

More lives, more slain

more stand ups for revenge

more speeches to arrange

everyone is preoccupied here

in blame game without shame

anyways!
 who gave it right to write

this catastrophe with no full stop?

though it seems calm today

who knows.. it’s really gone or

 it is lull before another storm again

Yes, it came with same force again……

                                                                       --Shivali

हद!

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क्या कोई बताएगा मुझको

कहाँ है मेरे सपनों की हद…..?

न खिंची कहीं चाहत की कोई रेखा

न लगे कहीं शत्रुत्व के कंटीले तार

न संतरी भय का, न वादों का पहरा,

चारों दिशा में खुले पड़े हैं द्वार 

कभी गूंजती जहाँ ताल परायी

कभी बजता अपना सा सितार

क्या कोई बतायेगा मुझको-

कौन सुनेगा इनके धुंधले से शब्द……?

कभी आ जाते अतिथि अतीत से 

कभी भविष्य दिखलाता मोहिनी सूरत

कभी मिलते कई अजनबी…..हँसते- गाते, 

हाथ मिलाते...फिर दिखलाते अपनी सीरत 

कितनों को मैंने लुटते देखा

कितनों ने लगाई अपनी कीमत

क्या कोई बतायेगा मुझको-

कितनों को मैंने बचाया किस हद…..?

जिन्हें लिखती रहीं जाग-जाग कर

धवल तकिये पर उनींदी रतियाँ 

आई जब मिलन को भोर की लाली

करते रहे पलकों से वो बतियाँ 

दिन चढ़ते ही हो गए कैद

धोखा दे गयीं खुद की ही सखियाँ

क्या कोई बतायेगा इनको

शायद यही है इनकी गलती.... शायद यही इनकी सरहद….!

                                                                           -शिवाली

Lost, Forgotten Verse….

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While searching for me in myself

I found a lost forgotten verse in shelf

Buried among pale, smoky leaflets

In neglected, dusty book of heart

Behind flowery curtain of skin

In some isolated corner of dark

I left it there scribbled by default

May be knowingly or by fault

 It’s hard to recall or to rewind

With so many foggy layers on mind

But whatever be the reasons

It had missed so many seasons

Without any glare of criticism

Without any shade of appraisal

When I took it out curious n’ eager

Manuscript was too old to decipher

Ink was faded, words were muddled,

But essence of emotions still unfurled

Having sinking classic taste n’ flavor

But not without fresh aroma of rhyme

Having fragile old ways n’ tradition

But not devoid of modern hymn

It reverberated with old thoughts

All fears, failures, faiths; I fought

Dreams, aspirations of tomorrow

Echo rain drops washing my furrow

Neither recited yet, nor was it heard

Today I found my lost, forgotten verse….

                                                                           (Shivali)