उलटते पलटते बर्के किताब के, उभर आयी कुछ यादें पुरानी, गुलाब की कुछ सुखी पंखुडियां... कुछ टुकड़े पुराने ख़त के... दीमक की कुछ खाई यादें... कुछ सिलाब की दाग भरी... मिटती बनती यादों की तस्वीरे ... जैसे पानी में बनती लकीरें....
flipping over the pages of a book, some old memories flash up, alongwith some dried out petals of rose, some portions of an old letter, some memories eaten up by termite, and some stained by rainy water... the pictures of memories are forming and dissolving like the lines drawn on water......
my attempt at translation:
ReplyDeleteflipping over the pages of a book,
some old memories flash up,
alongwith some dried out petals of rose,
some portions of an old letter,
some memories eaten up by termite,
and some stained by rainy water...
the pictures of memories are forming and dissolving
like the lines drawn on water......