मनः | MANAH

“FINGERS ON A SINGLE PALM” Friends we come from far, Some by cycle, some by car. We are fingers on palm. Listen what I say with calm. Life is short and precious, Mix like spices and be delicious. In this short time span, Let’s be together as we plan. In sorrows and in happiness, Ups and downs will come endless. Friendship sees fighting and frustration, As love craves for great expectation. So let the ‘Time’ heal, Sorry is not a big deal. United we’re as a bunch, Fold among ourselves as a punch. Like bouquet of different flowers, Diverse, unique with different power, Let’s walk ahead in life. Friends! together we’re “What a sight”! …..© Manah

"LATE ARRIVAL" THE TIDE WAS HIGH AT THE BAY, WHEN THE SHIPS OF HEAVEN ANCHORED. THE DOORS WERE OPEN THAT DAY, WHEN THE  ANKLET'S SOUND WERE HEARD. THE EYES WERE BOUNDED BY EBONY, AMIDST BRIGHT WAS THAT YOU DREAMED. THE DOORS WERE OPEN THAT DAY, IN MY LIFE WHEN YOU STEPPED-IN. THE HANDS WERE SOFT AND HEAVY, "I LOVE YOU" WHEN YOU SAID. THE DOORS WERE OPEN THAT DAY WHEN, WITH FRAGRANCE, LIFE WAS FILLED. YOUR EYES ARE DEAD AND CLUMSY NOW, FROM THIS FAR I CAN TELL. THE DOORS ARE STILL OPEN  TODAY, WAITING FOR THE SMALL ANKLET BELL. STEADY THOSE HANDS ARE NOW LONELY , FOR THE TOUCH STILL IT QUELL. THE DOORS ARE STILL OPEN  TODAY, HEART COME HOME WHERE YOU DWELL. ALONE IT MAKES MY HEART TO FLAY, EXPECTING SHIP WITH EVERY TIDE SWELL. THE DOORS ARE STILL OPEN  TODAY AUTUMN IS FALLING, DRY LEAVES ROLL. FOOT STEPS ON SNOW COVERED LYE, FRAGRANCE OF YOURS I CAN SMELL. DOORS NOW CLOSED, A CORPSE DECAY, MY LOVE YOU ARE LATE FAREWELL...

तेरा  हूँ  बाला इस हृदय गती के गुंजन का कारण ही है तू बाला । मायामयी यौवन के इस मय का मधुर नशा है तू बाला । चाँदनी सा निखार तेरे मुख मंडल का निशा तरणी है, हे! बाला । नैनो की इन श्यामल कतार का मन तेरा दास है, हे! बाला । तेरी वह निश्छल किलकारी भी मृदंग ताल सम बजती है । इस वैराग्य मन को भी तेरी पायल ही डसती है । ललाट के कुसुम पंखुड़ियों का भ्रमर यह दीवाना है बाला । आनन पर नागिन सी लटो का चंदन–भूजंग सम नाता है बाला । तेरी श्वेतांगी हाथों के पृष्ठ का स्पर्श अभिलाषी मैं, हूँ बाला । प्रेम वीणा झंकृत इस तरंग का सहश्र-प्रतिध्वनी में लिप्त हूँ  बाला । ........मनोनय © Manah