For my beloved sis...

A poem for someone……..

Far away, some miles away

Across a valley, a narrow way

In deep oceans

There is a question

In a small cottage

Lived a girl

Who was so good

So she got a pearl

The pearl was so shiny and so bright

For it, she could close her hands very tight

She loved the pearl more than her life

So god gave her a wish and made the pearl alive

They played all the day

With lots of gay

But as the girl grew

She stayed with her few (time)

As the time passed

It was all very fast

She left the pearl alone

And attended her phones

She was so busy

That it wasn’t easy

She scolded pearl a lot

And slept like a sloth

The god saw this

And took back her wish

She was so sad

For she found pearl dead

She was sorry for her behavior

As the punishment was so severe

But now they were like cup: plate, needle: thread

She loved her again and it was the story’s end

If you got my message

What I wanted to convey

Else search for it

I would always wait

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Tear

A drop a tiny drop An invisible drop of water Rolls down so slowly So steadily,when your heart shatters It is if you think A hard line that you said But it is instead What has been accumulated in the head It just overflows The pains,the anguish and desires The suppressed thoughts The feelings,anger,jealousy as fires The small drop as rolls Becomes a big tsunami Which fills a bucket An ocean,just because of your tyranny When it hurts;the heart gets overwhelmed with emotions Of hatred,love and superiority Of danger,security and caution The tear creates a world for some that lasts forever Imprinted on heart an image Of someone you care

The Truth.

I am in no state to write fancy words. The first truth is that I do not have the vocabulary to sew words into some captivating, mind-charming strings. It's been 7 days since I returned back home under these dire circumstances. The situation still does not seem to improve even a bit. Days have become so contrasting, varying and fluctuating, that too on the stress scale. Happiness and smiles come rarely (fortunately they come), and last only momentarily. Maybe they come during some comedy scene in a movie or during a one-liner joke in a stand-up comedy, but not necessarily every time. Each passing day makes it more difficult to laugh, to stay positive. The early part of the week, we all were still trying to push ourselves hard to stay positive, even when papa stopped going to his office. I could never have imagined him not going to his business for these many days. Even when we had to go for vacations, be it for a day or two, it used to be so difficult for him to take an off. Now, ...

Ek kavita unke naam...

कभी सोचा न था कि इस कदर आप से जुदा होंगे आखरी बार जो मिले थे आपसे अंतिम मिलन उसे कहेंगे किसे पता था कि आप हमे यहीं छोड़कर चल पड़ेंगे कोशिश करे हम तो भी आपको न कभी भुला सकेंगे कहाँ चल दिए उस घर को छोड़ जो टिका था उस संजीव नींव पर कहाँ चल दिए उस हाथ को छोड़ अपनी विनीता को भुलाकर श्रवण कुमार जिन बने उन्हें ही छोड़ दिया अकेला खुशमिज़ाज़ और रंगीन था जो भविष्य नज़र आता है आज वही धुंधला कार्यक्षेत्र में अनुपम गुण संपूर्ण जैसे स्वयं हो केशव पर पहुँच गए सितारों में कोई सीढ़ी न जाये जिस तक यकीन न कर सकूँ अब भी कि न आओगे घर अब आप कभी नहीं लाओगे वो चॉकलेट्स और मिठाई अब न बनाओगे पनीर और पिज़्ज़ा अलग न गूंज सकेगी वो हसी दोबारा रोशन हो उठता था जिससे संसार सारा फिर वह आवाज़ न देगी सुनाई "लड़की देख ये क्या है?" सोच आँख भर आई न होगा अब वह कनपुरिया स्टाइल में बतियाना और न "बवाल हो तुम" यह कहलाना याद करू आपको तो न मान सकू सच इसे कि कल तक जो हँस कर थे खड़े वो आज लग गए मौत के गले क्यूँ चले गए इतनी दूर हमसे आप चाहकर भी न थाम सके आपका हाथ चले गए क्यूँ दूर...

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