tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75993688332181715862011-10-26T00:30:18.389-07:00Dr. M C Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10249139135590752196noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599368833218171586.post-18384486934415512832007-12-21T11:35:00.000-08:002007-12-21T11:45:57.063-08:00<strong><u>१२१६. जिस दिन हम दोनों एक हुए उस दिन की कहानी क्या कहिये<br /></u></strong><br /><br />जिस दिन हम दोनों एक हुए उस दिन की कहानी क्या कहिये<br />एक नूर सा बरपा है रुख पर लफ़्ज़ों की ज़ुबानी क्या कहिये<br /><br />वो सामने जब आ जाते थे, दिल की धड़कन बढ़ जाती थी<br />जज़्बात न रहते थे बस में वो ज़ोर-ए-जवानी क्या कहिये<br /><br />एक प्यार की शय से बढ़ कर कुछ दुनिया में हमें न वाज़िब था<br />रखते थे जान हथेली पर, वो दिन तूफ़ानी क्या कहिये<br /><br />बरसात तो थम भी जाती है, आंखें लेकिन थमतीं ही नहीं<br />बहती है मोहब्बत अश्कों में, अब इन की रवानी क्या कहिये<br /><br />मुमकिन ऐसा भी हो पाता कि बीते लमहे जी लेते<br />रह रह के ख़लिश तड़पाती है, वो याद पुरानी क्या कहिये.<br /><br />महेश चन्द्र गुप्त ख़लिश<br />१२ दिसम्बर २००७<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599368833218171586-1838448693441551283?l=mcgupta44.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dr. M C Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10249139135590752196noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7599368833218171586.post-63015331517073146492007-12-15T09:44:00.000-08:002007-12-15T11:24:37.088-08:00So, here I am, at 66, venturing into the world of bloggers, since that is the in thing and I don't want to be left behind. Or, since I want to leave behind something:)<br /><br />That brings me to the topic of the new year. Everybody will be sending Happy New Year messages after two weeks. What is my message?<br /><br />Let me look into my poetry archives. Here are the New Year poems that I have written.<br /><br /><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR, THROW ME A PENNY<br /><br />Happy New Year I wish you all,<br />Enjoy and make merry.<br />Hold arm in arm and drink and dance,<br />Let there be no worry.<br /><br />But while you ride high in the sky,<br />Spare a thought for the scum<br />Of earth, clad in their stinking rags,<br />Who dare not, near you, come.<br /><br />But even from a distance you<br />Can glance at me and tell<br />That a penny thrown by you might<br />Buy me my next morsel.<br /><br />I’m weak in body and spirit,<br />Bit by hunger and cold.<br />Even to make my begging round,<br />I am rather too old.<br /><br />Yet I harbour a hope in my<br />This weather beaten breast:<br />That I would have mercy of those<br />Who are clad in their best.<br /><br /><br />Written in abcb, 8-6-8-6 format.<br />Can also be viewed at <a href="http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1362224#sw">http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1362224#sw</a><br /><br /><br />M C Gupta<br />7 January 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7599368833218171586-6301533151707314649?l=mcgupta44.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dr. M C Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10249139135590752196noreply@blogger.com1