Denmark here I come!

Denmark here I come

With a cool sea breeze on my face,

Like the touch of a soft loving hand .

green pastures around,

apple and cherry trees

with blossoms so beautiful

The carefree cheerful faces

Of people all around

The Danish boys and girls

Full of vivacious laughter

The ocean on the sides

The beautiful curvy rides

Denmark here I go

With memories in my heart

Of feelings just the same

The loving warmth of all

I know for sure now

That world is just a name

It’s one big family

Where all feel alike

All feel the same happiness

All feel the pain

All desire love

All desire care

 So Demark I promise to you

That one day I’ll be back

With probably an old face

But the same feeling of love

The gift from all of you

Is this love?

The  imaginary first kiss
 like the cool
 breeze on the beach,
weaving my wavy hair
 into your hands
that cup my face.
Is this love?

The loving warmth
 of your touch,
the love-lorn look
in your dark dreamy eyes,
give away the secret
 that you cant keep.
Is this love?

The night drains
us both into
the dreams of
intimate togetherness,
the painting of  our new life
-a masterpiece!!

Is this love?
Is this love?

Aadhe -adhure

कुछ रात है
 आधी आधी
कुछ बातें मेरी
आधी-अधूरी सी

चाँद भी निकला है
तफरी पर
अपने घर से
मिलने शायद
 अपनी किसी और
 चांदनी को


फिर  मेरा चाँद मुझसे यूँ दूर क्यों  है ?
फिर मेरा दिल  यूँ मजबूर क्यों  है?

फिर होगी सुबह
जब चढ़ेगा सूरज
तब  चाँद आएगा
लौट के अपने घर को
खोलूंगी दरवाज़ा फिर
उसकी ही दस्तक पर
फिर होगी  मेरी रात पूरी
फिर होगी  पूरी  मेरी सुबह भी
 रात और  दिन का कोई ठिकाना न होगा !
चाँद के पास फिर कोई बहाना  न होगा !

smita sharma dabas: The aquaintances.

smita sharma dabas: The aquaintances.

Kuchh na kaho

Kuchh na kaho
kehne ko kuchh hai bhi nahi
kuchh khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi..

Batein to hoti hazaron
par waqt ki kuchch kami rahi
kuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi...

Nadaan ho tum shaitan ho tum
Par thodi meri bhi pehchaan ho tum
khuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi

Baki sab na dekhenge
baki sab na poochenge
baki sab na janenge
ki mere mann ki awaz ho tum..
sunti hoon bas main hi
sunte ho bas tum hi.
khamoshi bhare
Iss gaane ka
sur taal bhi tum
har saaz bhi tum..

kuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi..

My clash with a new genre..

My son was after my life,

to write a poem for him.

When I asked him the subject

It created a rife.

He gave me a laptop,

He gave a bey blade

He gave me a topic

of nothing which I made.

He planned I write of 'clash of clans'

But it screwed my empty head.

It went all down in the drain,

And made me half dead.

I never knew that it was a game, 

I thought it was a stance . 

This clash of clans was a stupid thing, 

And I was taking a chance. 

I  felt like an angry bird,

with my bits and pieces swirling around.

But,it was the charmander on the T.V. , 

who was making the nasty sound. 

I fought like the ashen Ash 

With the pokemon,

By this time my patience, 

had fused my brain gone. 

A sudden stark realization

occured, then, to me.

It is only this generation

Who can be gadget friendly!!!

Lilac

Lilac

It's the tale of yesterday
It's the story of today
I started out alone , perhaps,
But I have him with me today..

I dozed on his shoulder again,
He slept in my arms.
He made me feel weak in the knees,
I made him strong yet calmed. 

Lilac was the sky, splendid,
the sunrise new, the gleam old
This is his love story ,
and mine retold.