Heart’s Despair

Moon’s solitary, sky’s in itself

My heart’s lonely each time we met;

Hope’s dead

Even the stars have set

Just the reek shimmers

Of this self.


Is this life we call, really ?

This breathing mere 

Being alive just 

Body lonely, spirit in dumps ?


Even partners I met on way 

Vowing in togetherness

We trod alone, in parted worlds

 Each for own, to ourselves.

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Beyond these lights 

Now off and on

The house all alone

Empty, forlorn

In endless wait

With eyes glazed

Long past I am gone

Yet looks on

For absent steps

On overgrown lane.


Insist why, my dear

For my life’s tale ?

Its weaves are bland

Of joyless strands…


~ Meena Kumari, my paraphrased rendering…


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