Mohit-John #16

mohit-john #15

As You Are Not Here

I wish you were mine,

So I could have gifted you

All the roses

This world can have.

I wish you were mine,

So I could have made the dishes

Which would have surprised you

And had a kiss in exchange

I wish you were mine,

So, I could have been yours,

We would have been related

And discovered each other.

I wish you were mine,

So I could have been able

To take care of you,

And have the pleasure of making you happy.

I wish you were mine,

So we could have talked

The things you never talked to me

And I would have taken you to my secret garden.

I wish you were mine,

So I could have hugged you

When you needed one

Without your permission.

I wish you were mine

So I could have taken all your anger

And kissed you

if not able to take.

I wish you were mine,

So I could have touched you

With tender, compassion, love

And have known you more than you do.

But you are not mine.

every day I live without you

and go to sleep

hoping you will be here,

I will be able to go to sleep

Seeing you face.

As you are not here

I wish to sleep

So night may pass

And tomorrow I can wish

That

You were mine.

by

Mohit Kant Mishra

September, 29, 2014 00:23 Hrs Delhi

Dekho Kaun Aaya Hai

Dekho kaun aaya hai,

Ye hai mera yaar

Mera hamraaz,

Baith mere yaar

Aur suna kahan tha itane din,

Aisa kya mashgool tha

Jo bhoola yahan ka raasta.

Yaar ne tere bada yaad kiya,

Poochh le saare muhalle se,

Jisase teri khabar na mangi ho teri

Wo de jaye gaali mere muh par.

Chal chhod ye baatein,

Bol kya chal raha hai

Kaise wakt nikal raha hai,

Lekin pahele ye bata

Tera muh kyun utara hai?

Kya aa raha hai kisi gami se,

Ya dekh liya kisi yamdoot ka chehara.

Kyun aankain soi nahin hain teri

Kya ko anhoni hui hai

Ya koi sapana basa hai iname.

Ik ghadi dekhane de to mujhko,

Ab samajha tera yaar

Dekhi hain maine ye aakhain kai baar.

Ab guftagoo ka maza aayega,

Main bhi kabse thaka baitha tha,

Ab bahegi shayari hawa main

Ab roshan hogi shamme mahphil

Ab shabab aayega raat par

Ab thirkenge pair bhi mere,

‘ek jaam mere liye bhi lana’

Mere yaar ne saqi se bola.

‘Ab to mafilon ki baari,

Lagata hai mere yaar ka dil toota hai’

By

Mohit  Kant Mishra

September 29, 2014 00:24 Delhi