रेत पर नाम लिखने से क्या फायदा

रेत पर नाम लिखने से क्या फायदा, एक आई लहर कुछ बचेगा नहीं।
तुमने पत्थर सा दिल हमको कह तो दिया पत्थरों पर लिखोगे मिटेगा नहीं।
मैं तो पतझर था फिर क्यूँ निमंत्रण दिया
ऋतु बसंती को तन पर लपेटे हुये,
आस मन में लिये प्यास तन में लिये
कब शरद आयी पल्लू समेटे हुये,
तुमने फेरीं निगाहें अँधेरा हुआ, ऐसा लगता है सूरज उगेगा नहीं।
मैं तो होली मना लूँगा सच मानिये
तुम दिवाली बनोगी ये आभास दो,
मैं तुम्हें सौंप दूँगा तुम्हारी धरा
तुम मुझे मेरे पँखों को आकाश दो,
उँगलियों पर दुपट्टा लपेटो न तुम, यूँ करोगे तो दिल चुप रहेगा नहीं।
आँख खोली तो तुम रुक्मिणी सी लगी
बन्द की आँख तो राधिका तुम लगीं,
जब भी सोचा तुम्हें शांत एकांत में
मीरा बाई सी एक साधिका तुम लगी
कृष्ण की बाँसुरी पर भरोसा रखो, मन कहीं भी रहे पर डिगेगा नहीं।

{My Angel}

God gave me an angel right here on earth,
She taught me my values and gave me self-worth.
She guides me through life with her wisdom and light.
She steers me from wrong and leads me towards right.
She stands by me side when things are rough,
She taught me in bad times we need to be tough.
She is with me in all years,
She laughed with me and comforted my tears.
My angel on earth was sent from above,
God filled her with eternal love.
She has been my rock, my protector,
And i admit, am nothing without her.
She needs not wings of grace,
As God's love shines upon her face.
My Angel,can be replaced by no other,
she is God's gift to me-- I CALL HER MY "DEAR MOTHER"

Shadows of Dreams

These shadows of dreams
How did they enter
The silent valley of my sleep?
......
Vague figures of another world
Trembling shadows of another forest
Soaked in the rain of mysterious feelings,
Surrounded by elusive moments,
They came to me from nowhere.
.....
But whenever I stretched my hand
To close them in my fist
They disappeared windingly
In a thick mist
Leaving me sad and bewildered.
...
But if ever was i able
To hold them in my hands
These speechless figures, revealed to me
The secrets of my soul,
And showed the unheated wounds
In the depths of my being.
.....
This mysterious world of dreams
Wherein I wander in my sleep
How can one teu all its secrets?
How can one fathom its depths?

The ultimate dream of a book writer is to write a book that not only sells millions of coppies but goes on to become a classic..somthing like 1984 perhaps..
Dream of a writer is to creat a world in his own head according to his vision of the word and then have the world. Share it and enjoy it just the way he has painted it..relate to it and finally connect to it. That every writer's dream.
A writer dream is also to be lost in the fascinating creastion of a book. He buils it up word by word just as a city is built brick by brick.
The dream of a writer is also to creat great character tghose the remain in the human psyche for ages..besides a plot that binds the reader of the book from start to finish characters like Howard roark from the fountain head.
{Via my teacher smt. mitali chatterji}

I want to be {poem}

I want to be sun
To give u little fun
I want to be the rain
To wash away ur pain
I want to be a flower
To show u the nature's power
I want to be spark
To lighten ur dark
I want to be best
To give u some rest
And i want to say it to u all
That i want to be good to all.