Verse: Her

इक लौ जल रही थी,
इक आग बनके बहकी

इक चाह जो छुपी थी,
इक अर्ज़ बनके निकली

इक याद आज लौटी,
इक शब्द बनके चहकी

आसमां से लिपट कर,
इक रात जब वो रोई,
घनी निशा जो लगती थी वो,
अब होने लगी सुरमयी

इक आस अब है बाकी,
इक राह उसने ताकी,
तारों के संग वो गाती
दुनिया से है वो बागी ।

Priya Soni

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Oblivion

Being oblivion of the society,
She asked for a little empathy…

Always wondered why they giggled,
Another stone through which she struggled…

Living amidst the people,
Those who never understood her pain…
With her help seeking eyes,
All prayers when went in vain…

When all her expectations died,
When hope didn’t want to rise,
Tired of being frown,
She wrote her heart down…

All grudges jumbled upon the page,
And, dancing words gave her a new hope,
Writing be her new friend,
Poems became the new acquaintances…
The societal given pain,
After all was not in vain…

Priya Soni

The Dream

Everyday, he burnt himself under the Sun,
Bathing in the sweat,
But not a sight of complaint

Buying a piece of bread,
For the children,
Was his only ambition

Today also,
He could manage only a piece,
Let’em have all of it”
He told to his wife
Earning man of the house,
Was again on the hunger strike
They’ve to study,
They need it more…”
Yearning for their growth,
He kept lying some more…

As the sun arrived again,
He was there on the fields,
Sparkling eyes had the same dream,
Though frailing health couldn’t support any more…

– Priya Soni

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The Solitary

Talk to the moon,
But don’t be quiet…

Cry in the rain,
But don’t let tears well up…

Scream in the valley,
But don’t let words choke you…

Embrace the sky,
Keep your spirits high…

Caress the flower you love,
Not everything here is so tough…

You don’t have to walk alone,
Clouds be the companion against thorn…

Sleep in the arms of nature,
With the book that you nurture…
Wearing maturity as a lie,
Don’t let the inner child die…

– Priya Soni

Diwali

Beneath a tree,
She sat like a stone…
Wearing old bruises,
Fighting with the cold wind…
Torn dress could not sustain,
All her efforts were in vain…
All alone she was left to groan,
With only the wind, that aided the moan…

Looking at the fireworks, she wondered
Millions of shooting stars, she assumed
Wishing for some food, her eyes sparkled
Looking at her folded hands, even God was stirred

Breaking the silence, a voice called her,
“This is the Diwali gift for you”, the lady told her.
Thanking her, she began eating with delight…
Her glittering face was now matching with the sky…

H A P P Y   D I W A L I 🙂

– Priya Soni