Impressionism

While entering the exhibition I was not expecting too much

But after glancing few paintings I stopped by a Canvas as such

Canvas was oil painted with many bright and complementary colors

I want to look more precisely strong strokes and concept of dark colors

Though all other paintings are also more than good enough totally

I don't know why but I found myself mesmerized by that one only

There was a woman in pain laying barely naked giving birth to baby

Her new baby was laying downside her messy, bloody and crying loudly

For A while I was not take it as serious it should be taken by me

As soon I noticed woman was not in her conscious or dead may be

My heart is so poured with pain and sadness for that time I was numb

She must only live for this memorable moment when she know her womb 

On one side of canvas another woman with torn clothes and fearful eyes

The black kajal was running with her tears and pain I noticed all her mess

There was also a Man standing near her with big, scary and alcoholic eyes

He was much older to her but his friendly hand beside her tell the Closeness

"Pain for A Life" by Unknown Painter is entitled below that painting

Is this Title is for the left side or for the right side of the painting?

All I get was that giving birth is more like Pain for a new baby life

But getting used by loved ones is more like filling Pain for whole life

I really like the Painter Idea of Pain after loosing life and glory

He indeed surprise me with his embed great message and story

I looked few more paintings but it still in my mind and still in its mesmerism

While leaving the exhibition I was like "Wow!! What a Impressionism"

~'~hn~'~

(This Poem is Dedicated to Alejandro Guzman Who gave me the Title and the Idea as an inspiration to Write this Poem)

A long course of Silence

We walking along a long course of Silence
Holding hands, making our own life balance
Without saying a word you understand me
I was all alone, found you standing behind me

When you just came in my life I wonder what you really see in me
Still I need you, feel your touch, feel your love and can feel you in me
You saying you understand me but I am still trying to understand you
You read my eyes, read my feelings, read my silence, its only about you

Leaning my head on your strong shoulder is my first step towards you
By holding my hands and my body the level of the love raising by you
Going ahead making footprints on the sand we don't want to look behind
I never thought it could be like this though beech love is always in my mind

My heart is so pouring with love want to tell you more and more
You speak, your heart speaks, even your eyes speaks more and more
Don't want to blink my eyes, don't want to see the nature around
Just want to be with you, talk in silence with eyes nothing surround

As we reached near by a big stone you stopped and turned towards me
I am really unaware what is in your mind and what coming next to me
You just make me feel special as you go down to your knee there
Expecting you to tell me three words breaking the long silence there

Only i heard is some buzzing sound aside by which silence is actually breaks
I stop the sound of stupid alarm from my cell phone i keep giving it slaps
Ohh GOD that was nothing but as usual only in my mind another dream
When this dream come true when I'd found you that was literally a loud scream

  ~'~hn~'~
(This Poem is Dedicated to Sancheeta Biswas Who gave me the Title and the Idea as an inspiration to Write this Poem)

अनुभूति

जिस तरह डूबे हो जब गहराई में तब आसमान की ऊँचाइयों का अनुमान नहीं होता 

और इसी तरह आसमान में उड़ते हुए कभी सागर की गहराईओं का गुमान नहीं होता 

कल कल बहते पानी का कोई साहिल कोई किनारा नहीं होता

पल पल हारने वाले मन का कोई साथी कोई सहारा नहीं होता

रोज़ उठती है सागर में ऊँची बड़ी लहरें जिनका कोई मुक़ाम नहीं होता

मेहनत और लगन से काम करने वालो का कभी कोई काम नाकाम नहीं होता

मल-मल के बिछोने पे सोने वालो को कभी काँटों के बिस्तर की चुभन का आभास नहीं होता 

रात की शीतल चांदनी में नहाने वालो को दिन के तेज तपते सूरज का सामना करने का साहस नहीं होता 

भीड़ में खड़े होके दर्शक बन किसी की कला निहारते हुए मंच की महत्वता का कभी ज्ञान नहीं होता

नेता बन बैठे ताकत के नशे में चूर व्यक्ति को कभी अपनी बड़ी से छोटी भूल का भी भान नहीं होता

मुशायरे में बैठा वाह वाह करने वाला हर शख्स असल में शायर नहीं होता 

यह भी तो सच है दोस्तों की तर्क देने वाले को कभी भ्रम का शिकार नहीं होता 

~'~hn~'~