Heart to Heart

                          अनुरोध: जिंदगी से                                                                         क्यों  मुट्ठी से सरकते बालू  सी फिसली जाती है ‘ री  जिंदगी , जरा  रुक तो ,                     अब जाना ही है ; होगी दस्तक तो ले जाना खुशी मन उस अनजाने आखिरी गांव                     एक हाँफता राही  हूँ , थकी-हारी  है रूह , एक पल बैठ मूंदने दे आँख तो ,                     माँ की शीतल गोदी सी , देख है पास बुलाती उस हरित पीपल की सुखद छांव I   ...

  A New Year Eve love letter to my ‘dearest’                                            Hi dearest, I love you dearly … I always have. Who wouldn’t? Anyone who comes visiting you, whether by chance or by choice, falls under your seductive spell. Myriad and many are your charms. Your graceful curves and slopes are gentle and inviting. The wide grin you often wear captivates all. You appear so bright and balmy when the benevolent sun, neither too hot in summers, nor freezingly cold in winters, showers its warm kisses on your wonderous parts. My sore eyes never tire of feasting on your form and looks as you lie sprawled in blissful splendour on the sumptuous, bountiful lap of our ‘Grandad’: His majesty, the Dhauladhar. Wow! How I adore his resplendent crown of glittering silver! I also marvel at his big and vast ‘56-inch-ka-seena’ that he proudly displays but without any empt...