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Jazbaaton ke panno mein

Aawaz kahin guum si ho gayi hain

In hawaaon mein behkar

Baatein kahin guum si ho gayi hain

Roya hai yeh dil phirse

Jane kis baat se machal utha hai yeh kambakt phirse

Hanste, muskurate, aasuon ki barish mein,

Bheeg sa gaya hai yeh phirse

Kehte hum thakte nahi

Waqt ne hai sabko bante gum aur khushi

Phir jaane kyon ladhte hain hum kismat se

Jab sikhae woh hume jina zindagi

Ugte suraj ko dekh ke jana

Naya savera aaega

Chattano pe tut te lehron se jana

Har pal yunhi kho jaega

Thame pal, theherenge nahi

Jana in me hi hai jeena kahin…

Aazad kiye dar ke parinde

Thame nayi dor phir chal diye

Bas, khud ko khud se milane.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

p.s.-originally written on 15.10.11.....

Song of Melancholy...

Pale fingers playing on the strings

Of a cold and timeworn violin.

Misty night and dead old trees,

Sway to her song of melancholy.

Screaming and wailing her silent thoughts,

Frozen tears on the violin chords-

Emote-soulful music she plays,

All night long, till the silver fades.

Rendition of notes builds a beautiful delusion,

Only to shatter on her lover’s tomb.

Beneath the moonlight, in Mystic Falls,

Her stoic self wraps a heart with tears.

To calm her fears

To find way back home

She returns with music, every night,

To her lover’s age old tomb.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

ps-picture prompt, courtesy-allpoetry.com
     Mystic Falls- an imaginary place close to all VD lovers...:)...