Alvida (poem)

Now-a-days I am asked, whether these stories and poems are my own life experiences. So dear friends, let me come up with the fact, that to write a fiction or poem, you need not experience the storm.
Life is itself a story. Everything has got a poem in it. The sun coming up, the rains, the sky, the stars, all inspires some or other to write. Sometimes you imagine, sometimes you experience, sometimes you see others undergoing the experience.
You learn, you write…
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Today on Poetic Friday, my poem is dedicated to one of my friend. After 12 years of married life, her husband filed a divorce for a reason where she was no where to be blamed. Today her tears, her pain, is the ink which is speading in this poem’ Alvida’.



ऐ दोस्त अलविदा!
मिलना बिछड़ना अगर प्रकृति का है खेल,
सृष्टि अगर इसी नियम पे है टिकी
तो चलो, ऐ दोस्त, कहते है अलविदा!

दुरियां अगर दिलों को तोड़ती है
वक्त अगर यादों को मिटाता है,
रिश्ते अगर इतने ही कमजोर होते हैं
तो चलो, ऐ दोस्त, कहते है अलविदा!

पीछे मुड़ने पर राह न आए नजर
पांव के निशान अगर न छोड़ पाए असर,
न आए याद कुछ भी, करके भी हर कसर
तो चलो, ऐ दोस्त, कहते है अलविदा!

नई मंजिल देखकर अगर पुराने मुकाम को भुला सको
घर छोड़कर अगर मकान मे जा बसो,
रोते किसी को देखकर भी, सिर्फ अपनी ही खुशी मे हंसो
तो चलो, ऐ दोस्त, कहते है अलविदा !

खुदगर्जी, स्वार्थ से ही अगर दुनिया है बना
इंसानियत के खुन से अगर तुम्हारा हाथ है सना,
इंसान मे अगर, खुद को तुमने नही है गिना
तो चलो, ऐ दोस्त, कहते है अलविदा!
कहते है अलविदा ……..


28 thoughts on “Alvida (poem)

  1. When v listen to someone’s tragedy v certainly r in2 some state of emotions. …If v r not sensitive v may never manifest one’s inner storm of whosoever is confiding to us…..The feelings languish within all of us latently…..but it’s the intimate element between soul n tenacity to brave up during such adversity which actually renders wisdom or an experience…poetic wisdom is commendable attribute of which quite few r blessed…..but it’s more sophisticated art to express so that hardly there would b any1 who would b unimpressed. ……v all have certain challenges. ..n at some point of time it becomes better 2b used to it or get detached 2it….choices r seldom easy to opt n thus 1 needs2 b courageous when both options r equally bad n yet 1 has 2 opt the worst dictations whole heartedly. …..may b in few matters little worse can still b opted. …but if worst alternative is going to wreck u from inside n outside then may b in another option 1 would b required to cope up only n accommodate with n b used to it for pulling sake…….but gulping such miseries is not good always…..

    Here ur poem n the past of the concern is quite praiseworthy. …..severing a relationship after being a loser n that too amicably is not that easy as it’s portrayed in the poem…….real lives have untold things n unfolded facts……

    Yet she is bravely calling upon 2bid good bye…..2cruel after partnering long…….nature has its inevitable traits…but it can’t b comprehended that distance can pave way for calling off the togetherness. ….After all we love to cherish past 4some or other reason n yet if v deliberately ampute the bonds for sake of new diversion then other aggrieved soul has a right to hold his or her head high……..almighty in such doomed situation should b more benevolent if he is really a creator to all of us….Else He 2 is equally blameworthy of such heinous insanity. ….

    .but the punch in last line is more driving n dignified. … if strangers happened 2b In2 acquaintance for a while n preferred to condone misdemeanours so that there’s no recalling back to reunion ever again. ………

    Flaps can flutter 2hi 2 soar 2hi……..n happily as from distance everything things seems 2b miniscule. ..b it sorrow or joy….

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  2. Hi

    I read every post of yours and really liked it alot.I am waiting for today’s post for the past 1 hr.
    I appreciate your efforts to bring the contents in a very beautiful manner.

    Really very touching and emotional blog. Waiting to read your next post. Please post your blog (Saturday’s one) asap.😊😊

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  3. Heart touching poem.How it is possible after 12 yr relationships. In this context I hv to say one thing”Relationship never dies a natural death,they are killed by Ego,Attitude and ignorence.Alvida ne mUn udhas kar diya.

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  4. All the world’s a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances,
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
    Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
    Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
    And shining morning face, creeping like snail
    Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
    Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
    Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
    Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
    Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
    Seeking the bubble reputation
    Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
    In fair round belly with good capon lined,
    With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
    Full of wise saws and modern instances;
    And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
    Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
    With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
    His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
    For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
    Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
    And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
    That ends this strange eventful history,
    Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
    Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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