Poetry: Shaleen Singh

Shaleen Singh

Waiting for you

At English cafe is

Twisting and Turning

With a restless heart

Here, 

Groping 

The thin corners of the 

My own heart

I found crumbs

Of memories 

Of the time gone by 

Memories of time

With you

Without you...

I have spent 

Hours in minutes

Waiting for you

Here

And you came

As usual,

Never physically..

Even though

I have visualized  

You sitting before me

With your half-oped eyes

And full-bloomed smile

Easing me 

With your presence 

Making me feel you 

So enlivened, so enchanted

Yet,

The thought 

That you're there

Is just a thought

I marvel 

What will be when

You're there

Coming, sitting

And smiling before me.

Coffee dates with you

In close eyes

With you I have

Innumerably gone

Over coffee dates

With you

The fume of 

Latte has wafted 

So much of memories

That I was left 

There on the point of

NO RETURN..

In closed

chambers of Heart

I have sipped 

Every aroma

Gliding through 

Your eyes

Clandestinely..

From my eyes

I have fixed/Unfixed 

Further meet ups

In English cafe 

I have lived 

Every tid-bit of 

Happiness 

With you 

I have lived years

In every iota of second.

With you

So much is

Still to be lived...

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Setu, August 2021

Photo Feature: Shaleen Singh

Shaleen Singh

 

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Setu, March 2021

Experimental Poetry: That Evening

Shaleen Singh

That evening

When you were sitting before me

I ordered two cups of

Espresso, I found

There was a void between

Us, I found you

Looking on the other side

Of the walls 

When instantly, you asked

What is happiness?

Is it sipping coffee and

Looking towards the 60 watt bulb

With thoughts spilling like

Colour on the canvas of mind

Or is it letting it go

The way it is going on...

I said,

Happiness is

The aroma 

That rises

From your 

silent whispering 

In my loneliness

It is listening to your

Voice in the void

Catching the shadow 

In receding into light

It is sitting before you

Without words

And thoughts...

It were two cups

Lifting and dropping 

To and from the lips

It was an evening

Full of memories

And yet too little 

To express…

Bio: Shaleen Singh has to his credit over four dozen of research papers and two dozens of edited volumes of Poetry and criticism. His illustrious book From Home to House was published from Harper Collins India and his poetry book Proprietary Pains was published from Poets Printery, South Africa. He edits an online magazine http://creativesaplings.in

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Setu, February 2021

Shaleen Singh

शालीन सिंह शाहजहाँपुर के स्वामी शुकदेवानंद महाविद्यालय में अंग्रेजी के विभागाध्यक्ष हैं। अंग्रेजी में चार दर्जन से अधिक शोध पत्रों का प्रकाशन, तथा हिंदी व अंग्रेजी में अनेक पुस्तकों का संपादन कर चुके हैं। महाश्वेता चतुर्वेदी की आंग्ल कविताओं पर आधारित शोध ग्रन्थ वैदिक विस्डम इन महाश्वेतास पोयट्री उनकी नवीनतम कृति है।

Shaleen Singh has to his credit over four dozen of research papers and two dozens of edited volumes of Poetry and criticism. His illustrious book From Home to House was published from Harper Collins India and his poetry book Proprietary Pains was published from Poets Printery, South Africa. He edits an online magazine http://creativesaplings.in 

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Author of the month: Shaleen Singh

Two Poems on Home 

1. Home

Shaleen Singh

Like a lone traveller 

Sauntering without any clue 

Home

Is what I search

Where is home?

In walled structure

Or the people who live

Inside make a home?

Or the alleys 

The bylanes

Where I grew

Seeing, playing cricket

Or shouting in darkness

All that we see for years

And call them

Familiar faces

Or birds sitting 

On arches 

Or the pigeons

That come

In evening to stay

Make a home

Is home a permanent inn

Where turning 

Back in forced alternative

Or 

A final solution to

The riddles of life?

Or Home

 is a constant search

To the futile roads 

Of eternity

Or home is

Not finding 

The place

Where you would 

Finally

End 

Your sojourn

Or Home is 

Accepting

The unpalatable truth

That the

Eastern breeze

Caressing you today

Will not do it tomorrow

Or home is feeling 

The warmth of November sun

Piercing 

The body in closed eyes

And dark chamber...

Where is it?

2. Evenings of Budaun

After a usual walk with friend

The time to get ready has come

The time to make the bag 

Tomorrow

After two days holiday 

Duty calling

Home is long argument 

That I have to lose 

In the end...

For me

After years of ups and downs

Home is still 

Wrapped in dappled light of

Sadness and joy

For a home-bound soul

It never comes into cupped hands

And slips like sand ...

Evenings of Budaun 

Leave scars of

Darkness 

When it turns to night

All that shimmers 

Gets

Blackened

And then 

Nights with endless tails

Wag itself like manic serpent

Till the yellow morning

That never comes....

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Head, Department of English
Swami Shukdevanand College, Shajahanpur (U.P.)
Chief Editor: creativesaplings.in

Blog: shaleensingh.in
 

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Setu, October 2020