Souvenir of Love

One evening while rummaging through my books,
the old decrepit rose you had given to me,
fell from a book; perhaps the one I loved, but left it half way.
The petals had wrinkles and the creased leaves
were still unbroken and etched; it looked stronger than our love.

-Kritika Vashist

हाथों में कलम और किताब लिए (With English Translation)


हाथों में कलम और किताब लिए
ख़यालो को नज़्म बनाते हुए
ज़िन्दगी सुलझ गई थी
उलझे हुए क़ाफ़िए मे।

Haathon mei kalam aur kitaab liye
Khaayalon ko nazam banate hue
Zindagi sulajh gayi the
Uljhe hue kaafiye mei.

Holding a pen and a book in hands
Turning thoughts into poetries
My life got untangled
In entangled rhymes.

-Kritika Vashist