Poem? You must be kidding!

Yours truly had never ever attempted a poem, let alone write one. The idea was simple: You should not ruin something you respect. And never ever try to malign the field. Never ever, for a moment, I could see myself up to it. It was sacrosanct, beyond touch, beyond reach.
At the age when you start thinking more about receding hairline than the lines of verse, there has been an attempt. This is a naive, silly attempt and should not be mistaken as anything serious. Whether yours truly tries any further, should not be an issue of speculation. The idea is: Enjoy it, if you can...

धड्कन

अपने धड्कन को सुना है आजकल ?

घडी सी, टिक-टिक...

मेकानाइज्ड सा, नन-स्टप सा...

कभी न खतम होने वाली, बोरिङ सी धुन कि तरह...

लेकिन अब, दो टिक टिक के बीच का वक्त...

लम्बा होने लगा है...

इन्तजार, अब मुश्किल हो चला है...




(for my babe)