Ignorance is bliss

A strange kind of magic there was in that darkness
The pen was copying down on paper
The flights of my fantasy

Smiling, and enjoying myself thoroughly,
Unaware of the surroundings
I continued to write my poetry

I waited for that day,
When light will spread on paper
And I will see, and feel proud of,
The result of my creativity

And suddenly one day
Light came from somewhere
Excitedly, I looked at the paper
To see the reflections of the dreamy me

What then, you ask me?
Well, the paper was blank totally
The reason, as I realized after a little while:
The pen, my friend, had no ink

I laughed, till I .....

Bada sambhaal ke rakha hai us kaagaz ko aaj tak
Wo kavita jo kabhi likhi na gayi
Uske nishaan us kaagaz par aaj bhi nazar aate hain

Ye kissa kuchh ajeeb sa hai shaayad
Sunne waale kehte hain
Laane ko nayi syaahi
Aur likhne ko wo kavita phir se

Syaahi to zaroor mil jaayegi aaj bhi
Par un palon ke ehsaas ko kahaan se pakad laaoon,
Phir se

Ab to bas intezaar hai us andhere ka
Jo aayega phir se
Aur us kore kaagaz ko
Kavita bana dega phir se

Note to myself

Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, I remembered these lines today.

"No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."

Don't even remember where and when I first read it and who they are from.. sometime way back, though. However I am pretty sure I didn't understand them till today and all I had noticed earlier was the "rhyme" in them. Wow.. poetry is one thing(probably the only thing) that I understand better today than a few years ago. Better only than myself though ... no big claims!! Some recent indulgences have really helped, it seems. I should start reading poetry again.