By Mohit Khanna
I'm lonely life less with no desire to live and no courage to die,
With no one to cherish, with no one to cry,
With no one to vouch for with on one to fight,
With no one to hold my hand, with no one to guide.
My arms yearn to hold her tight.
My mind thinks of her, my eyes sees her everywhere yet searches for her.
I long for her , as this is my purpose.
I question the purpose but lose the thoughts.
I'm dozed deep in the drug of love
Nether I have mercy nor I have the faith
Neither I have the lust nor I have the greed
I am suffering coz I let her go as if she was not mine
I pity the moment, I curse my soul.
I yell at the skies and start wailing on the floor.
I have realized what is love,
Come to me once I will never let you go
(Mohit Khanna is Ludhiana based journalist with The Tribune. He has ventured in poetic world only recently)
3 comments:
George Bernand Shaw once famously defined tragedy and grave tragedy. He said if you dont get your love, it is a tragedy. But if you get is a graver one. For, many a poets have been born out of adversity only. I wish good luck to Mohit, my dear friend and budding poet, and pray he gets his love and creates poetry as well.
I am not good in writting but only i will say she is the most luckiest for whom these lines are pen'd.
Accha! Mera pyara fasli batera ab kavo ho gaya
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