Thursday, March 31, 2011

The last harvest

Whose path did we cross to come this way?
 in the blind turn of the road
we will never know
whom we met for the last time
 
The curling smoke around those
mist laden valleys have stories to tell
of you and me
sitting in the dark night
stoking the fire of passion
drying around those lips
 
Whose flicker were the last words?
we will never know in dying memories
crystallising in the myth of time
 
We will never know the last leaf to fall
the last snow to melt
in the never remembered winter
 
Disparate time passes under those lips
like  waters of different summers 
tracing paths along banks of remembrance
 
In the smoke filled valleys
of wilted flowers and dying dreams
we will never know the last lily
which smelt not of gunpowders
 
Histories bind when centuries disappear
in moments of immortality
I and you
before we kiss it adieu
lets send a tear filled letter
to this last cloud on the horizon
whose moistness will dance
for the last time among the waves
before it rains down
for the last hands to caress
the last harvest, the last existence

13 comments:

  1. सुन्‍दर है

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  2. मुरझाए फूलों और मर रहे सपनों की
    धुंए से भरी वादियों में
    हम नहीं पहचान पाएंगे उस आखिरी फूल को
    जिसमें नहीं होगी बारूद की गंध.

    अद्भुत...

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  3. मनोहर, कविता तो सुन्‍दर है ही. मनोज जी द्वारा किया गया इन पंक्तियों का अनुवाद भी सुन्‍दर है. अद्भुत.

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  4. Manoj ji and Pramod ji bahut bahut dhanyawad ....

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  5. very beautiful sir! In fact, the beauty of the first half is beyond words, Wordsworthian :)

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  6. truly poetic with a melancholic harmony to it, Mano :)

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  7. The beauty in the silent word in this creation have the nostalgic feel and the most amazing fact is that this soft feel which we all have mostly resides in the deepest corner under the impact of patience, and dies as a result of time heal. Thus, no feel, no revolution. -MJ

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  8. very nice poem Manohar, keep going!

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  9. THIS IS A VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM . I AM SORRY , I IGNORED IT , BUT NOW THAT I GOT SOMETHING -IT IS INDEED A VERY TOUCHING ONE . ANWESH

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  10. So articulate. And truly touches the right chords.

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  11. Manohar,
    This is one of best poem I have ever read....
    Ci

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  12. with tender feelings of the heart.. we hence accept comfort of the warmth may disappear. May be today may be tomorrow. but for our present we know what we cherish with fear of loosing the smell of the fresh love in mirages unclear.

    awesome like always Manohar.. ur work is always sensitive and beautiful.

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  13. as you play effortlessly with words, how delicately you built togetherness even in the most cold nights. awesome Sirjee.

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