Jara Muskurao To ...

One more of the few childhood poems revisited :), this was published in local newspaper and I was honored to receive letter from editor to never stop writing. I was 15 then and hence started the mad rush of education and for some reason my mind got completely wiped off of creative outburst!

बचपन के पन्नो से मेरी एक कविता, मुस्कान से करती है आपका अभिनन्दन । 

जरा मुस्कुराओ तो !!

एक मुस्कान से हो जाती हैं सारी मुश्किलें आसान ,
जैसे, एक फूल के खिलने से बढ़ती  है बगीचे की शान। 
लगता है ये दुनिया तो है बच्चों  का खेल, 
जो है आसान हर एक लिए, चाहे हो बूढ़ा या जवान। 

एक मुस्कान से मिलती है ज़िन्दगी को दिशाएँ अनेक ,
हर उलझन सुलझ जाती है, जैसे हो कोई  सपनो का देश  । 
ले जाती है  हमें ज़िन्दगी के उस छोर पे ,
जहाँ साथी  मिलते हो विभिन्न  भेष में  । 

है मुस्कान में इतनी गर्मी ,
कि नर्म  कर दे शीत  की  कठोरता को , 
है इसमें इतनी शक्ति कि ,
दे नव उत्साह  हर एक थके हुए दिल को ।  

मुस्कुरा के कर लो अपनी ज़िन्दगी हरी भरी ,
जहाँ खिले हर रंग के फूल, पर कभी रहे न तेरा बगीचा खली । 
हर सुबह मुस्कुरा कर करे तेरा अभिनन्दन,
हर शाम मुस्कुरा के ले तुझसे  विदाई । 

                                                          -अदिति मोहन 

Some childhood poetic outburst

These are two of my very old poetries which I wrote while I was in school. It was when I was preparing for my boards and was isolated at home to study for the D-Day. The silence outside churned a new conversation within me and below are some instance of those:

Keep Smiling

" A crooked line on your face;
Enclosed sweetly in a brace
Lits the face as bright;
As moon shines in a star lit night.

Transmits warmth in others heart;
And sweetens all corners turned sour,
Melts the roughness between foes;
As the warm sun melts the toughest snow.

When all round trapped in stress;
All say it works the best,
Unties every knots of thoughts;
As rain releives the earth blown hot.

When seen on a child's face;
It looks like God's grace,
Take my advice and tie a knot;
"Keep Smiling,it helps a lot"."

In arms of past.......

When eyes go drowsy;and nights go calm,
When stars go twinkling;midst the cloud,
My thoughts travel down the path....
And I; drift away in my past.
With twinkling eyes and sizzling dreams;
I used to think;"I am a born queen",
Mother's love and father's care;
Made my little world glare,
Dolls were my little friends;
In whose hairs; my hours would blend,
Wondered why the rain should fly;
When the colorful rainbow did arrive,
Tried hard;to hear the Moon say "Hello!";
Wanted to make the clouds my pillow.
Then gently I feel the patting of wind.....
Which takes me to the world of dreams,
I wish I could stay there.....
Like a little doll;with careless hours.