इश्क़ (गज़ल)

आँखों में मेरी सपना, बस तेरा बसा है,   

तेरे लबो से दिल का, हर कतरा रंगा है,

कैसे किसी को देखूं जब तुझको ना भूला,

मेरी हदो में अब भी, रंग तेरा चढ़ा है,

ना आसमा से डर है, ना रब से है शिकवा,  

बस मुड़ के जो तू देखे, हर रत्न जड़ा है,

तेरा था जो यू आना, छुप छुप के ओ लैला,

हैरा हूँ कैसे जाना, मन मेरा अड़ा है,       

सुन 'साथी' जो तू छूले, हम मर के भी जी ले,

कुछ मुझमें अब यू तेरा, हक़ ऐसा गढ़ा है || DV || 

      

Glimpse ( Senryu + Rhyme + Free Verse + Enclosed rhyme + Acrostic)

Unity of the souls,

Traditional, technical,

The city of hearts

Green grass and gushing wind, Murmuring lives, None is late, The moon is out and shining stars, A place of bliss, India Gate, Where silence screams aloud, Where people walk silently, Lotus Temple is the name, Where visitors sit gallantly, And that museum alive, Which showcases the science, Children visit are so often, Science museum checks the mind, Experiments and fun games, Students learn and play, Meditate with love & care, Fed up of the jibe? Then do visit Bangla Sahib, The soothing atmosphere And all the enthusiastic prayers,

you will not miss the styling, You may find the children smiling, When all the mist clears, Glimpse this is, Love is all around, In the midst of busy life, My word, you will find a big stadium, Pause! Feroz Shah Kotla is the name, Sure, you must have got the game, Energetic and enchanting is Delhi, Come on, decorate your frame.

Life (Rhyme + Acrostic + Enclosed Rhyme + Haiku + Etheree + Nonet +English Quintet)

I don’t know, exactly,

What is this called ‘Life’?

Some painted emotions,

Or the tainted strife,

I don’t know exactly,

What is this called ’Life’

Walking through, bed of roses,

Or at the edge of knife,

Lament over the stars,

Intriguing and innate,

Frisking and fatal,

Energetic and enchanting,

I don’t know, the point,

How should I rate,

Or am I just late?,

I don’t know, the joint,

Life might become a rainbow,

Piercing drops of heart,

Alas, eradication of dirt,

Is but Oh God, so slow,

Winter of heaven,

The crux of life is unknown,

A walking zombie,

Life,

Is just,

Like the cards,

Packed in the box,

Waiting to show us,

Their true worth in the game,

But are we really smart,

Picking the right card, the right time,

Or Alas, we are just trying, and,

Are trying to pretend that winning smile

All those soaring clouds defines the life,

Emotive droplets, hidden sighs,

Felicitating nature,

Those blind and deaf creatures,

Are the synonyms,

For, so called Life,

We are still,

Feeding,

Lies,

No matter what we say,

Life is still unknown,

No matter how we stay,

We make our canvas alone,

Carving on the mud or stone.

Poet - Diwakar Pokhriyal