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
Sitting alone in the room with the humming of the fan the heart is beating fast, fingers are out of control to type eyes are wet for no reason, meaningless thoughts and nobody for the talk. Next room people are assuming I am arrogant, but here, I am struggling to make myself okay, to find … Continue reading and I have to fake my smile.
One day, Moon started searching for light And river for the water So that the flower for the fragnence And the butterflies for the color. Running here and there Flying everywhere Asking everyone They got tired. And one day Butterfly in the bank of the river Sitting on the budding flower noticed the moon in … Continue reading Lost not lost
Sometime when you are vulnerable And nothing can cure you Everything is messed up You will meet your talent To express or to relax. I use to paint but last one and half year left me without color and paper. Here I am starting again.
One from Aamani's collection.