Wednesday, 1 November 2017

The summer we sat our backs to the beach,
with the bloated moon and the rising breeze.

Strutting around,
carrying the silent beat,
the mild wind offers me unscarmple sleep.

Unwearied, walking eternly on the iron stake,
the return may be is the moment of conception,
with care this is the sweet oblivion.

~ R.S

Monday, 18 September 2017

इंतज़ार ने एक तहजीब सीखा दी है,
मंज़िल की खूबसूरती और सफर की समझ ।
- Rahul Srivastava
सफर साथ का
कीमत उन यादों की
पल जब इंतज़ार का हो
तो हमेशा देर कर देता हूं मै
इन समुंदर के साहिलों पे घर ना बनाओ
यहां तूफान बहुत आते हैं
खुला आसमान और तारे
ये अक्सर साथ निभाते हैं
ख़ामोश हूं क्यूंकि भरोसा खुद पे है जादा
आज मेरा खुद पे ये यकीन देखलो

- Rahul Srivastava

Thursday, 7 September 2017

दोस्त

वक़्त है मेरा और घड़ी तेरे हाथ
खुली किताब मेरी और फिर आया एक शाम

जब जिक्र आया तेरा , हसरतें हुई गुलाम
एक सोच लेके तेरी पन्नों को मरहम बनाया फिर से आज

खुद को पतंग किया तेरी ख्वाइशों की डोर में
वो दिन पुराने हो गए नई यादों के साथ

- राहुल श्रीवास्तव

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Time Traveller

Heard many tales, tall and true,
Travelling through time with encroaching soul.
Among the conundrum of voices,
Searching for mine.
Walking the rails of infinity,
Dwelling upon a time.
Wandering on paths where I have never been before,
There is a blazing comet from the trajectory unfold.
I see other travellers guided by porch lights,
Following the strange entity who longed for an embrace.
This is the sightseeing,
drifting through nebulas in the Primordial soup of universe. ~RS

Sunday, 2 July 2017

The heart of bones


Immune to hunger,
Lifeless, still eternal.
The boy run on temporal syntax.

Apathy innards,
Tufted thin skin,
My mind screams for his delight.

A heart beaten by hunger,
Barefoot, enough did he roam.
Tea lunches the belly of his mind.

- Rahul Srivastava



Monday, 22 May 2017

A Mother

Talking to the mellow tree,
The chirping of the birds about their mother mount up to the skies.
For the greatest treasure I have known,
The steadfast love that she holds.
For the wisdom that you have shown,
There is my faith that beholds.
Sixth age shift,
The transition that drifts.
You saved me from the trunmoil of happenings.
The pleasant memories
Of inspirational songs,
The love that you still impart,
I adore you for all I have.

- Rahul Srivastava

Winter Birds