freedom

I was caged in dungeon
My soul wept
Cried out loud
Was all alone
With my dumb feelings
Wanted to escape
Waited for long
If he had come to me
I would have flown with him
But that was a mirage
Years rolled by
I fed up of my thoughts and pain.
One day , don't know
What happened
Something rose in my mind
I saw here and there
Found the door ajar
Yes, Almighty heard
My utmost wish
I gathered courage
And flew away
Like a free bird
I flew and escaped.
Indeed freedom is
The most wonderful thing..
Ah! the bliss it is.

Bhawana Sharma

New colours

Those colours
Which were admired a lot
Lost somewhere,
Newness enters.

Though peculiar
But still I welcome
And cherish .
Can I call it
A sort of acquaintance?

Rising gradually, silently
To shape up life
Maintaining decorum
Like to be quiet
Is it something
that lift me up ?

Oh God !
If You are there
Then it is worth ,
And meaningful.
But if not
Then.. I fear
If I fell in a pit ...

Bhawana Sharma 

तन्हाई

तन्हाई जो कुछ कहती है
क्या बूझ कोई पाता उसको ?
सन्नाटे की भाषा उसकी
चुपके से बात सुनाती है ।

परिभाषा सबके लिए अलग
तन्हाई में जो रहता है ।
कोई रोता है, कोई गाता है
कोई अपनी राग सुनाता है ।

धीमे - धीमे, हौले - हौले
मन के तारों से झंकृत ,
अमृत सी वाणी सुनकर
क्या याद उसे कुछ रहता है ?

भावना शर्मा