कितनी गहरी होंगी
बड़े बड़े
हरे भरे
उन पेड़ों की जड़े
जो अक्सर
तेज हवाओं के
संग झूमते
बदलते मौसम के
हर मिजाज को
बेफिक्र चूमते
शायद कहीं
अंतर की गहरायी
तय करती होगी
कितनी ऊँची हो
आसमान में उड़ान
भीतर की चाह
देती होगी पंख
भरने को ऊँची उड़ान.
I do not know how to love. I have heard of love. May be something exterior to me told me how to love. I have spent my best moments with me to know love. I have asked myself at every thought of mine if love is an elixir strength vigor or an ocean of self which I want to know. I have asked myself if love is that beyond the horizons of definitions and know how that gives you that you may not realize even if its confronting you in all the ways and means where you happen to be. I have asked LOVE whether you loves me or its me who loves you.
I have asked from where love comes. I have wondered whether strength of love can de thread the intricacies of interiors exteriors too if then where and how.
I may come to know one day that its love only that brings what I may not know myself.
I may come to know love is probably the only thing in the cosmos.
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