Vikas Daksh

“मानसरोवर सा मन मेरा तुम हो धवल कमलिनी सी,
छूटी लट छूने को अधरा मानो भँवरी पागल सी,
मधुर निशा में दमक रही हो सूर्य प्रभा के मोती सी,
नमन हो गया है मन मेरा हो तुम दिव्य रमा जैसी।”
― Dr. Shashi Vallabh Sharma, Muktak Shatak

“Smelt her soul
Shy eyes rocked my cradle
Her roman nose like a Duchess
By then her face went away
Imaginations also stuck
Finally moon went away
And I brooded up to skies
Did his eyes met my face?
Yes they did,
With thud of love
Fell on the velour of roses.”
― Atif Khurshid Wani, The Shattered She

“Call me its successor
Of slippery little world
Hanging on the hedge
With moist rim eyes
I lay upon my couch
With confusing sleep
Of my stretched life.”
― Atif Khurshid Wani, The Shattered She

“Entangled in enmity
Within the bushes
With laid venom
In its hinterland.
Inside twirled in woods
The pines of frontier
Broken aghast
Grooves holding down
With crests I carry.
The coppice in heart
Carrying the burden
Of million hearts
Thicket as jungle
Dark as cave
I am with heavy heart.”
― Atif Khurshid Wani, The Shattered She