A MILE FOR YOUR SMILE

My friends usually ask me from where do you bring all this pain in your poems.

well, guys that's not  pain, they are lingering emotions of our generation, thoughts that are popping up in the minds of teenagers.

I get to feel these emotions cause I think I am surrounded with a lot of different personalities in my life who have  interesting yet fascinating and agony full of life!

the stories I came across by being a part of it or by watching it out, I guess the poems are  just the outcomes.

A way to express!

Well, just like that one of my friend asked me to write something that is happier and I couldn't say no to him cause I was wondering how Will I go with my cheerful poems. So this poems is like not for him but because of him!

Thanks For The Idea dude!

A MILE FOR YOUR SMILE

 She has this beautiful smile,

Which can make the world go wild.

I wake up early morning

To see her morning face 

The light she traces

The energy she imparts in me,

THE HOPE SHE CREATES IN ME

Isn't it all so natural?

Elegant as her face and

Sharp as her jaw lines

I wonder what I did 

To have your sigh.

Full on devil hearted personality 

Was I

Your smile craved it into

me

Yes it created us from you,

From I from me

I don't fear if someday I

don't wake up

Cause it will be your smile

 I will dream for a while

I won't regret to walk  a 

Mile for your smile.

BADE LOG!!

Bade log sochte hi nhi h kuch  karne se pehle kuch  bolne se pehle.

unhe ye nhi pata hota ki bacche sirf unke shabd nhi unke reaction unka style unka matlabi hona unka ladna unka jhoot bolna ......har cheez pr gaur krte h!!

aakhir me jo asar hota h woh uss ke bade hone ke baad jhalakta h jisse woh scl ke doston ki, phone ki galti ka naam de dete h, mana ki phone scl se bht farak padta h leki baccha ghar pr jyada rehta h woh jo bh kuch wahan se seekhta h woh aap bado ko dekh kr, sun kr, apke decisions ke peeche ke reasons ,assumption ko dekh ke seekh ra h, kaafi bacche sahyad isiliye bhagte h ghar se dur ,phone me ,toh kabhi baat karna band karke....

aise hi ek bacche ke man ki batein sun kr me reh nhi pai or uspr ek kavita likhi, taki baki bado ko bhi bata saku ki woh kahan galti kr gaye jiske doshi bhi beechare bacche ban gaye!!!

         



Bade log!!

Mujhse mera baccpan cheen liya
Apne,
Keh keh ke roj,raata diya mujhe,
Galti unki bata ke,chup bitha diya mujhe,
Sapne mere tod kr, apna liya unhe
Bata ke acchai apne swabhimaan ki
Muh nhi, gale laga liya unhe!
Samne aa jaye toh muh mod dunga
Keh ke, seedhe unke darwaze ko khol diya apne!
Maar dunge aa gaye mere darwaze pr agar, keh ke
Pakwaan desi banwa khila diya!
Yu apne kese apne gurur ko tod diya!
Yu kese apne mujhe chod diya!
Jhoot nhi kahungi pr, jhoot bol ke apne hame bhi jhoot bolna seekha diya!
Wah mujhe bacchpan me mature karke
Aaj ek bacche ki tarah rula diya!!!!
Apne aaj mujhe apne swabimaan ke aage jhukna seekha diya!!
Apne aaj mujhe bebas hona seekha diya!
Apne aaj mujhe galat ka sath dena seekha diya! 

ME AND MY FISHY MEMORIES

This poem is as close to my heart as my heartbeats, cause this is the first  poem that I wrote, when I was in 9th class yes I remind the date too, 25th Jan'2016.

This poem not only contains the pain I felt but also reminds me of the truth that there will be no more dream world around me!
This poem make me realize the reality of life.
The truth that can never be ignored.


Just like all the girls I also believed in fairy tales but lesser I know that fairy tales are just fake tales, just to pleasure ones self, and time is the only mile Stone to show you  the reality of this !
So sharing the love of my journey to its end with you!

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STOP RUNNING,TRY SLAYING!

Sometimes its easy to take a side

From that stupid guy

But when a tide of past comes

It takes me back to that fishy flashbacks

Sounds fishy right?

But its all about finding a sigh

Finding somewhere, going somewhere

Hell is here  and well is where?

But its all in mind

Actually in heart of kind

Change says forget it

But memories says hug it

A memory of, love is element

A vision of, friends are hatred

A touch of, its all a dream

A dream of, true is alive

Finding it funny, Laughing at self

Sugar to hell and poison to well

Taking me from happy to sad

Loving to killing, sinning to blur

Hopeful to helpless

Life is a mess, a kind of hell

With just a poison of sugar coat

And a cup of lie.

All is me and my fishy memory full life!!! 

                  

                                  LOVE: MISS.DESERTICE

Seekh lo, seek lo

Seekh lo, seek lo

  

Every girl is a fighter for herself. Demotivated by society yet fighting for her self, people says time has changed girls are being given equal opportunities and freedom they get all wht they ask for.
NO its a myth : yet thousand of girls are treated like an ornamental box..its different, people speak something and does something!
Recently I went to a clg trip, and was just moving around to see a stagw function happening, well that was a new place I agree but i waa not alone. 
I was being lectured about my being a girl and responsiblity of others. It felt bad,not for the scolding, but for the theory given behind it!
Most shocking was that all that was Being told by a girl that I m a girl and I can't move here n there without any permission.....that pain and anger made me write this poem titled सीख लो ( take the moral) सीक(learn) लो!!! 

Ladna nhi, hasna seekhna h 

Bolna nhi, dikhana seekhna h

Darna nhi, darana seekhna h

Man marna nhi,manana seekhna h

Har kisi se nhi bas khud se banana seekhna h

Bas itni si baat h..mujhe jeetna seekhna h 

Khud se

Kismat se

Parastitiyon se 

MERI ZINDGI

MERI ZINDGI

Hasata tha woh mujhe toh kabhi rul abhi deta tha,

Karke woh wade mujhse aksar bhula deta tha,

Bewafa tha magar accha lagta tha,

Thaam leta tha hath mera kabhi yuhi khud se,

Toh kabhi  hath mera mere hath se chura bhi leta tha,

Kabhi wakt chala aata tha milne ko,

 toh kabhi umeed pr bhi nhi aata tha,

Mohabbat bhi karta tha mujhse,

Lekin azmane se bhi darta tha,

Mohabbat bhi karta tha nazro se gira bhi deta tha!!

ALLURING SMILE

I was passing through the streets of my city this morning with glee in my heart.

Impressed by the beauty of nature, it was grey with little sunshine, I passed through the shop of sweets finding people gathering and was being surprised to know why.

There was a small child of 10 or 12 I guess, asking for food to the so-called rich teenagers and it was very heart broking to see them talking to that little one in such a harsh tone and the irony was that little guy didn't say anything , he rather smiled to there words and left with  all the courage he was left with.

That moment of beauty created by that child in such a pain left me with a few words I wrote for him or u can say a few words felt by him.

live short but live with  glee in the world

Its a delicate heart I have

Attached to everyone

And broken by all

It's an alluring smile I posses

No one knows how fake I give it

It's a challenging phase

I know I will not pass

But  don't want to fail

Its the curtesy of mine

I forgive

But no one knows how hard it is to 

forget

Every precious tear I cried

I'll remind i wasted on them

.....It's a running phase

A long journey to pass!!!

DARK ICE

I bent down
From smile to walk

Mile,
Before again  to a smile
It's way too long
Dark and deep
Shallow as hell
Quite as desert
Cold as ice
But there was
Hot water droppings
To embrace the
Chilly desert ice
My Tears!!
They who can't fall
Nor tuck in
Haha someone said
I won't let it tuck
For a long, you won't
Find your smile
Back to this mile.....