Thursday, September 12, 2013

रात भर


ठहेरे हुए पलकों याद कर
करवटे लेता रहा में रात भर।
कब नींद आएगी,
इंतज़ार करता रहा में रात भर।

आखों के भीतर, उस ठहेरे हुए अँधेरे में,
इन यादो का कारवां यूं गुजरा जैसे,
गुज़र जाए कोई अंजाना मुसाफिर।
क्या मालूम उन्हें, क्या क्या निशाँ छोड़ गए
मेरी यादों की ज़मीन पे रात भर।

कभी तो गुफ्तगू कर उठता था इन यादों से,
वो सेहमे सेहमे से, हलके हलके पल,
आके सिमट जाते थे मेरी बाहों से,
आँखों में आंखे डालकर कहते वो अन्सुनी बातें।
में और मेरी यादों की आवाज़ गूंज उठती थी
उस वीरानेमें रात भर।


© 2013 Abhijit Pandit 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Butterfly


No one saw it open its wings so wide
the butterfly that came out of its pod,
with the passage of time and tide.

No one saw who put
the colours on those delicate wings.
The wings with which it
flew on soft and gentle winds.

Who drew the sketches so fine?
The rainbow up there?
or the yellow sunshine!!!

Who gave you all those hues?
The passing winds,
or the sky so blue?

It jumped up with joy,
dancing in the air.
Sending splashes of colour,
with brilliant flares.

Flitting from flower to flower,
it drank its nectar sweet.
What a wonderful joy,
to have such a treat.

No one saw you turn
into a beautiful thing.
A thing of wonder,
coming like a whiff of spring.

© 2013 Abhijit Pandit

Monday, September 2, 2013

The Rainbow




It spreads its colours everywhere,
           the rainbow hanging in the sky.
It spreads its cheer everywhere,
           the rainbow smiling in the sky.

All the colours were on parade,
          all the colours very clearly arrayed.
Violet and red, orange and blue,
          green comes with yellow
          wearing a dress so new.

With bright eyes it smiles at the sun,
          peeping from the clouds seems so much fun.

They bow down to the earth
          in a gentle sweep.
Up there among the clouds,
          where they play hide and seek.

The wren sees it from its nest
          in the deep glens.
The bear sees it with its cubs,
          from its earthy dens.


       The beaver stops his work
          besides the river stream.
The swans wake up in their flight
          as if from a dream.

It arches itself like
          a bridge in the sky,
Where the angels walk
          and quickly go by.

It will go away
          as quickly as it came.
The rainbow in the sky,
          like a crown on a dame.

© 2013 Abhijit Pandit