ले चल कंही दूर मुझे, हवाएँ हो साथ, और तेरा हाथों में हाथ| नदी की लहरों के पास, हिमालय की लय में बस तुम और मैं। ले चल कहीं दूर मुझे , जंहा ठहर जाये ये पल पत्तों के शोर में, और बहती लहरों के धुन पे ले चल मुझे कहीं दूर जहां मैं खुद … Continue reading ले चल कंही दूर मुझे
Don't hold too tight and stretch it it will break down. Let it be light lose, and dangling if it belongs to you it will be there no matter what If not then you will be free. So let it be lose and dangling like carefree wind around the tree.
Hold me tight kiss little light With the moon bright give me your cheesy sight let's fly like featherlight riverside along the breeze along the current. Hold me tight kiss little light.
PM_Now is me now and PM60 is Pooja at 60 PM60: Hi! PM_Now: Hi Pooja! PM60: You are wondering about why you don't have a pet name, and reasoning that because you never got one. But life is more about having a pet name. Anyway, how are you? PM_Now: I don't know how I am. … Continue reading Advice and argument with Old me(at 60) #2
HappYness is when she start writing her thoughts in poem by seeing you writing. And add-on is when she recite and share. You might be thinking what I am talking about. She is Komal, And the lion is her poem in which you can listen to her roar and also about her small steps and reason … Continue reading THE LION
Tonight I got up be 0300 Thinking of whom I can hug and cry When I am lost Who will be my side When I am in the darkest time. Tonight, I am afraid, Afraid of the consequences of being lost Afraid of being so isolated Afraid of being alone. My hands are shaking Heart … Continue reading Is everything okay?
Sitting alone Checking your phone Expecting some one Anyone will get to you But there was no call There was no blink of message Then you are lost. Lost as you need one to heal you Or to hold you Or to share what you can't hold more And that's the time when you are … Continue reading Lost
The crackers and those light Brilliantly shining sky. The festive aroma outside The smile, the charm Around the harp Everything is so lively But inside the room Corners are dead sitting In deep silence Ignoring fire and crackers Ignoring the loud music The giggle and the humming . Trying to focus, Focus on the other … Continue reading Corners
My words are cryptically woven in poem. With or without rhyme The one who know Can crack The one who pretent Can make own version of story The one who don't Can find hard to summary. But The one who wrote find it's relatively Depend on time What the hidden message is In my cryptically … Continue reading Cryptic Poems
It was not typo not a grammatical mistake. It was not an attempt to offense neither a choice of suspense. It was not because I was hurrying. It was not because I was drunk. Then? Might be because I assumed This will always be a question a known one for someone, I ask frequently the same one. A … Continue reading A question Without Question mark
When I think of you A sudden touch of falling bookmark Also seems you are Igniting the current through Each and every part of me, Fast beating my heart And tindering breaths. Blushing face And closed eyes. Making it more real As if It's just you here And you there too.
There are numbers of leaf But this one, The one about to fall. Is dear to tree Because It's first one it had The one with whom it start Seeing the world And learning the culture And now it is about to fall. But Falling leaf Is aware that this will come Soon And enjoyed … Continue reading Falling leaf
I will keep this relationship In the laminar hood. will leave it there for hours Under UV radiation And let it denature, All the bonds we share And destroy all the liking. In just numbers of minutes It will destroy all the strong bonds, That we claim That we shared over years. This is how … Continue reading How I will break-up
Therapy it might be writing or might be traveling find out yours .
When there is no reason to stay Or to there move on.
Happy Children’s Day
Keep your child heart alive and live your childhood dreams 🙂
जब हम बच्चे थे,
हर बात पे मुस्कुराते थे,
चिड़िया उड़ के खेल खेल में हम भी उड़ जाते थे।
दुनिया के रिवाज़ों से परे ,
हर किसी को दोस्त बनाते।
जब हम बच्चे थे
मम्मी की उँगली छुरा कर,
हर बार उनसे आगे भगा करते थे।
बिना किसी बंदिश के हर किसी से मिला करते थे।
लोगों की भिड़ देख कर,
पापा के पीछे छिप जाते थे ।
जब हम बच्चे थे
मुस्कराहट हमारे यार हुआ करते थे और
दादी की उनकी कहानियां हमारी सहेलियां थीं
जब हम बचे थे
आसमान में जा रहे हवाई जहाजों को देख
हाथ हिलाते थे।
आईने में अपना चेहरा देख उसे कोई और बताते थे
दुकान पर जा कर हर बार वही इक टॉफी की मांग करते थे
पापा से हर महीने मिले दस रुपये से उनके लिए तौफे ख़रीदते
जब हम बच्चे थे
जल्दी से बड़े होने की ज़िद किया करते थे
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अजीब सा सन्नाटा है जैसे कोई शहर गुजर गया हो, सवालों के दरमियान जबावों के न मिलने का सन्नाटा है, सपनों की खामोशी से दम घोटने का सन्नाटा है, चारों तरफ इक तलाश के अधूरे रहने का सन्नाटा है | ये सन्नाटा है खामोशी नहीं ये सन्नाटा है, क्यूंकि इसकी कोई कहानी नहीं है खामोशी … Continue reading सन्नाटा
Every time when a child got abused, a childhood got murdered. Childhood which we all cherish but they will hate it. Every time when a child got abused, a dream got killed. Now (S)he is feeling guilt to jump from the cliff. Every time when a child got abused, confidence get down We lost beautiful … Continue reading Child Sexual Abuse
One more from Aamani, Late night musing.
The book shelf The shoe rack Closed window Her table lamp Waiting for her To conquer again. Her closet Her brecelet That red dupatta And those shoes Waiting for her To live again, And being alive again.
I am the night and you the day I am that parallel line to the tangent(you). I am the thought of lazy mind(you), We are together But not close to being together Like circle and secant And those lucky intersecting lines. ©Pooja Mehta