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That night...

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That night when you appeared; broken! Torn at the window of my room,
The melody you played; weeped. On the strings of the harp.
That night when I touched, Your heart that oozed blood.
That night, when you hugged me tight, Hiding away your tears; unripe.
As you teach me each night, To play the strings of harp right.
The only melody you taught me, Was of broken hearts and lives.
That night when you sung, For your beloved outside.
Looking at the stars you recited her name, Like an unfulfilled wish to the stars.
As you wrapped your wings around yourself, Embracing her as if a dream stands in eyes.
I wished you had loved me the same As you thought of your Aphrodite.
But I knew I cannot love an angel A forbidden thing it is to the mankind
But I have fallen for you it seems... A broken shattered heart; You.
Now I look at the harp untouched, May be you have forgotten about Us.
I play the saddest melody, Holding my tears for eternity.
Trembled my heart as it felt your brokenness, Like it shat…

घर वापसी (भाग -१० और...ज़िन्दगी चलती रही )

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भाग- १ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_99.html 
भाग -२ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_25.html
भाग ३ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_72.html
भाग ४ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_27.html
भाग ५ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/06/blog-post_13.html
भाग ६ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/07/blog-post_5.html
भाग ७ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/10/blog-post.html
भाग ८ यहां पढें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/11/blog-post.html
भाग ९ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2019/01/blog-post.html








घर वापसी (भाग -१०  और...ज़िन्दगी चलती रही )



मैं बीच सड़क चली जा रही थी... सामने से आती हुई कार, बस...मुझे कुछ नज़र नहीं आया।
सब कुछ तो पहले ही लुट चूका था मेरा। वापसी की आस भी अब ख़तम हो चुकी... अब किधर जाऊ ? अम्माजी के यहाँ वापसी का मतलब उन भूखे भेड़ियों का फिर शिकार बन जाऊँ ।  घर बचा ही कहाँ..... मायेका तो शादी पे ही पराया हो गया और ससुराल.... वो तो अब किसी और के हिस्से चला गया।

"पागल ह…

घर-वापसी (भाग - ९ औरत या खिलौना ?)

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भाग- १ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_99.html 
भाग -२ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_25.html
भाग ३ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_72.html
भाग ४ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_27.html
भाग ५ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/06/blog-post_13.html
भाग ६ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/07/blog-post_5.html
भाग ७ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/10/blog-post.html
भाग ८ यहां पढें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/11/blog-post.html



घर-वापसी  (भाग - ९ औरत या खिलौना ?)










घर आज भी वैसा ही लग रह बाहर से.... जैसा ३ साल पहले था ...



गेट  के अंदर वक़्त जैसे उस खुशनुमा मौसम को रोके रखे हुए था , मेरे लगाए हुए गुलाब खिल चुके थे।  उगी हुई घास वैसी ही हरी, जैसी की मेरे वहाँ रहने पर थी....



आँगन में झूला हवा के साथ हिल रहा था, मेरा बेटा अब भी उसी में झूलता होगा। गेट के दाहिने ओर पट्टी पे लिखा इनका नाम जैसे मुझे ही पुकार रहा है। मैं गेट पे खड़ी उन तमाम यादों को याद कर..... पूरा घर बाहर से देख, आंसुओ…

Locks of Winter

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Locks of winter fall on ground She has a hairfall all around. The bits of ice Quietly disguised Fall on ground Fall...fall...all around.
The hair has turned grey... With white mist mixed clay... The cold waves carrying around... Her white hair falling all around. Locks of winter  Shining in moonlight She has let open her hair... To fall down back...on ground.
She flaunts... Plays... Rhythmically Throughout the night. She wears a gown of fog... With slippers of glass that hold... Her feet dancing on the ground... Her ashes of white all around...
When light is low And no birds show Her heartbeats reverberate. In the quiet spaces Where darkness creeps And shadows sleep. Before the day begins, She rises in air Leaving frozen breaths as dew At dawn over the leaves .
The sunlight dim Fears to face The gaze of the mighty chill The winter as a Queen Has a hairfall it seems But the more they fall, The more she grows Gracious winter  Has lovely white hair.

(C) Ravinder Kaur       12-12-2018
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Stagnant...

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When colours fade away... Like the sound of a horse's gallop... Distant... invisible... inaudible. I hear you still Inside my heart As my own heartbeat. But you want to leave... Like the breath that leaves My heart and vanishes in thin air. And so I open up my hands To let your fingers slip away...

Stagnant water I am...
And you a ship. 
And... I cannot be your harbour.

(C) Ravinder Kaur 
Image:www.theodysseyonline.com


घर-वापसी (भाग ८- 'सफर का आगाज़")

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भाग- १ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_99.html 
भाग -२ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_25.html
भाग ३ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_72.html
भाग ४ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_27.html
भाग ५ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/06/blog-post_13.html
भाग ६ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/07/blog-post_5.html
भाग ७ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/10/blog-post.html

























रात को किसी के कराहने की आवाज़ आ रही थी.... शायद कोई चोर होगा। मगर उस दर्द भरी आवाज़ को कहीं सुना है... ऐसा लग रहा था।  थोड़ी देर बाद बिजली गुल हो चुकी थी और कमरे मे घना अँधेरा पसरने लगा।


 "अवनि ... दरवाज़ा खोलो...." कैलाश की आवाज़ बाहर से आ रही थी। वीणा गहरी नींद में थी।  दरवाज़ा खोलते ही खून में लथपथ कैलाश को देख मैं डर सी गयी थी।


"हमे अभी जाना होगा... चलो ! मैं पुलिस के पास गया था.... मगर वो अम्माजी से मिली हुई है.... उन्होंने शायद अम्माजी को खबर भी कर दी हो। अगर जान बचानी है तो अभी चलो ...." कैलाश …

Between you and me...

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Your name truly suits you "Assumptions" and mine "Conclusions". But you know without you I cannot be reached to and without me you are incomplete. So please stop assuming me and I would want to stop concluding you for what is there in between is yet to be lived, experienced and resolved.
Your value will always be variable but mine always constant but with you. You may call me stubborn and not wanting to change but your changes are highly irritating. But you know dear, if you change I shall have to change too. May be that is what you always wish for... to change me.
But there is something missing and that's what it is all about.The journey in between; the heart beating between two breaths, raindrops between the clouds and the ground. Something that ought to be there but is not.The absent feelings ...the unknown derivation. The dark...the truth.The story...the whole. And not just the start and the end.
So stop loving me because my value changes in any case. And …