मुझे प्यार जताना नहीं आता
मगर प्यार फिर भी करता हूँ
मुनासिब तरीक़ा नहीं आता
इस लिए यूँही सिसकता हूँ
कुछ रह गयीं हैं बातें बतानी
जो बोल नहीं पाता, तो बेचैन सा रहता हूँ
मेरे तकिए की नमी ये गवाह देती है कि
टूटके, बिखरके, मैं कैसे सिमटता हूँ
जो जल रही है उधर, मेरे अरमान कि चिता है
कोई लहर आकर बुझा दे उसे, इस आस मे बैठा हूँ
एक ही ख़्वाब था मेरा, दफ़्न हैं यहीं पर
अब इसी गीली मिट्टी के एहसास से जीता हूँ
उम्मीद तो है अब भी, उसके लौट आने की कभी
इस लिए हर आहट को अब दिल थाम के सुनता हूँ
Amit Rai identifies as a proud gay man, being partly out (it’s a process!) to his family and friends. He is introverted, loves to write and dreams of travelling to several places while sitting on his couch. He can usually be found at a corner of his house adding things to his ever growing bucket list and wondering when he would get to do those. At other times, he can be found playing strategy games like Clash of clans. He is fiercely political and vocal about his beliefs on social media. He is an also an equal rights supporter. He is currently working on his dream to be an author and is writing his first book (Hindi, fiction) that will be out soon.
Latest posts by Amit Rai (see all)
- Poem: There’s No One - September 17, 2023
- कविता: उम्मीद - February 24, 2022
- कविता: अरमान - April 16, 2021