Saturday, December 02, 2006

Dard

Ye dard mohabbat ki
kyaon her har pal
hume jaltai hai.
Lakha bhulana chaye
hum phir bi her pal
to ye satati hai.

Yade to her pal aati hai
wo hume per wo hume
kabhi yad na karti hai.

Na aasuonko bhi barsa
sakte hai hum kyonki uaski
surat jo ankhome busi hoti hai.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

WAH WAH MINDBLOWING

Anonymous said...

hmmm... khud dard ki kabitae likhte hoon aur mujhse kehte ko ki.. mai khushiyo ki kabitaye likhu...this is not fair.... Nevertheless it is indeed a very nice poem....
Saswati

harsha said...

Thanks

Regards,
Harsha

Anonymous said...

nice yar aap to kafi acche poet ho. lekin is dil ke dard ki dava bhi dhund lena.

ಹರ್ಷಾ said...

Hi shru,

Dava ho dard wo dard hi kya? Bahut dard hai duniya me jinke dawa nahi hote......

Harsha