दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है

This is my favourite hindi poem; we had it in our 10th grade and since that time I am in love with this one! Today I was going through my collections and I found it; my lost love! It was written by Maithili Sharan Gupt.

दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है
सखी; पतंग भी जलता है;हाँ! दीपक भी जलता है!
सीस हिलाकर दीपक कहता-
बंधू वृथा ही तू क्यूँ देहता?
पर पतंग पड़ कर ही रहता!

कितनी विहवलता है!
दोनों और प्रेम पलता है!
बचकर हाय ! पतंग मरे क्या?
प्रणय छोड़कर प्राण धरे क्या?
जले नही तो मरा करे क्या?
क्या यहाँ असफलता है?
दोनों और प्रेम पलता है!

कहता है पतंग मनमारे -
तुम महान ; मैं लघु, पर प्यारे,
क्या न मरण भी हाथ हमारे?
शरण किसे चलता है?
दोनों और प्रेम पलता है!

दीपक के जलने में आली
फिर भी है जीवन की लाली
किंतु पतंग-भाग्य-लिपि कलि,
किसका वश चलता है?
दोनों और प्रेम पलता है।

Rains of different land

Rains of different land,
the drops are wet and the same,
visions of my land is getting dissolved in this rain,
I feel at home;
the same feeling of joy in getting soaked in the drops
from a distant cloud,
pleasure of being at a place which brings nostalgia,
and the understanding of various sentiments attached to the place
of many close to me.
I seek a place to know the unknown!

Sunset

Everyday I look outside
through the corridor window
I watch the sun turning orange;
For fraction of seconds
a thought passes by
I do not think about it much
I smile and wave the day goodbye
I am at the terrace top today
stealing time
looking at the sun waving me goodbye
with every moment the sun is changing the mood around
swirling and twirling the rays like a ribbon
changing the colours like velvets
the soft radiance and the cotton sky
looks like a bindi on the forehead of a bride
the sun is setting with the passing time;
changing the temperature slowly
it lets the moon conquer the sky
hiding itself to make us wait for it next time.

The Moonlit Face

Gazing through the window
staring at the stars in the sky
I felt the cool breeze
Caressing my hair
Standing and listening to the fading sounds
Silence set in all around
Trying to hear the whispers of the night
Searching for a familiar face,
In the oblivious night.

I saw an innocent child
Unaware of the observer
He was sleeping on the bench
With the blanket of night
He, who had the angel eyes,
Calm and serene
Was his moonlit face.
Healing the wound received that day
His, was the moonlit face.