“Old House”

You are like that old house

I used to live in. 

Whenever I pass you by

or

hear mention of you

it always breaks my heart a little

thinking of the memories in which you live in.

I hope someday I will be okay

with watching you from the distance

and praying for your well-being.

And

I hope someday I will have peace.

I hope someday I will be fine.

– © Harsha Dubey.

“भूल जाना”

भूल जाना

भूल जाना मुझे ।

भूल जाना मेरा नाम 

भूल जाना मेरा ये चेहरा ।

भूल जाना मेरी बातें

भूल जाना वो मुलाकातें

आैर वो इत्तेफ़ाक़े

भूल जाना सारे ताल्लुकें ।

भूल जाना मुझको रुककर देखना

भूल जाना मुझको देखकर मुस्कुराना ।

भूल जाना मेरा चुपके से तुम्हे देखना

भूल जाना मेरा शरमाना ।

भूल जाना सारी गलतफहमीयाॅं

भूल जाना सारी गलतियां ।

भूल जाना पुरानी जगहें 

आैर पुरानी यादें ।

भूल जाना पुुराना वक़्त

आैर बाकी कुछ ।

भूल जाना 

भूल जाना मुझे ।

आैर आज़ाद कर देना मुझे ।

 

– हर्षा दुबे

8/8/17

क्या तुम्हारी आंखें भी इंतज़ार करती हैं ??

मेरी आंखों की तरह,

इनके मिलने का ।

– हर्षा दुबे

 

English:

Do your eyes wait too ??

Like mine,

to meet. 

 

4/8/17

तेरे करीब रहने की आादत तो नही थी

जो तुझसे दूर ना रहा जा रहा हो  । 

पर क्या करू तेरी इन यादो का

जो दूर जाती ही नही  । 

 

– हर्षा दुबे

8/3/17

जी भरकर देख लेने दो मुझको, तुम्हे 

पता नही कब फिर से मुलाकात हो तुमसे  । 

 

–  हर्षा दुबे

“I still remember the day”

I still remember the day

when I first saw you.

Green Tee, angry face

and those specs,

at the entrance.

I was giggling with friends.

At that moment I didn’t know 

you would take up so much place in my brain.

And see now

how after all these years

I still remember the day

when I first saw you.

– © Harsha Dubey.

“Somewhere”

I want to meet you somewhere,

where who you are

and

who I am.

Does not matter.

Somewhere how do I look?

and

how you look?

does not matter.

Somewhere,

past or belongings,

title or tags,

caste or creed,

judgments and equations,

do not matter.

Somewhere,

how you feel

and

how I feel only matters.

I want to meet you,

somewhere solely

You and I.

– ©Harsha Dubey.

“Red & Pink”

You were wearing red

and I was green.

You stared at me and

I turned pink.

I liked your red

you liked my pink

and

this is how we got our favorite colors

red and pink.

– ©Harsha Dubey.

“Equal”

No matter how big one’s house is or a small hut they own.

No matter if one has million or they have zero balance in their accounts. 

No matter if one has degrees or they have no formal education at all. 

No matter which race they belong and which religion they follow.

No matter which ethnicity they have and which faith they believe in.

No matter which place they are from and which language they speak.

No matter what their gender is and which sexuality they possess.

No matter which kind of body they have and which colour is their skin.

No matter what job they do. How they live. How they look.

We all are equal.

We all come from humans and

we all are made of flesh and bones.

Here, we work hard and play our part.

In end, we all go into the grave.

We all are equal.

No one is superior.

No one is inferior.

We all are humans.

And

We all are equal.

– © Harsha Dubey.