I know not how are You, My Empress ! in this Midnight,
No More this Moon Seems to Me Lovely and bright.
The Magic of Magnificent Moon is about to Vanish,
I Sit beneath the Dome of this Black Night,with Waning Wish.
Melancholy Pervades the Sky, where ever I See,
My Bleeding Head,with Stabbed Dreams,Bow to Thee.
I Beg for Your Perpetuating Pain , Give it to me,
It is My Destiny to be Ached, not it is of Thee.
-- Aravind Pandey
When pain is acceptable, it solves the problems of people:)nice poem:)
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wonderful literary endeavour!
जवाब देंहटाएं"It is My Destiny to be Ached, not it is of Thee."
mesmerising lines!
A nice poem.
जवाब देंहटाएंAsha
Wonderful sir,
जवाब देंहटाएंvry nice poem...
apki har rachna or bhi adbhut lagti hai...
Maa saraswati sada appe isi tarah apni kirpa banae rakhe taki hum sabon ko humesa itni achi baaton ka gyan milta rahe or humesa aap humare prernasrot bane rahe...
speaks truly of the pain of love... which hurts and exhilarates at the same time.... a pain which is incomparable in it's depth and extent of feeling...
जवाब देंहटाएंyet a pain which one gets addicted to... a romantic melancholy which makes one some what elated in the memory of one's love.. n takes them away from the pain of not having them at present..
it is truly splendid...
speaks truly of the pain of love... which hurts and exhilarates at the same time.... a pain which is incomparable in it's depth and extent of feeling...
जवाब देंहटाएंyet a pain which one gets addicted to... a romantic melancholy which makes one some what elated in the memory of one's love.. n takes them away from the pain of not having them at present..
it is truly splendid...
Maine tumse hai pyaar kiya
जवाब देंहटाएंtere dard ki main dawa hoon
Tu so sake mithe sapno mein kho ke
Main sapnon ki tere pankh banoon
dard se bojhil hain raat mere
Subah ka bhi ab intezaar nahi
tu aa ja pal do pal hi sahi
kya meri andheri raat ka tu diya nahi