Andhera Ya Roshni

Hello everyone! Bahut dino baad mulakaat ho ri hai umeed hai aap sab khush honge corona se durr ghr me h honge.

vese aaj kuch puchna hai batana nhi...

Apko kya pasand hai?

Sunrise ya Sunset?

Dusk ya Dawn?

Or Ek Sawal- Andhera itna Underrated or roshni itni Overrated kyu hai? 

Kher ek raat mujhe neend nhi aari thi raat ke 2 baj re the or me ceiling ko nihaar ri thi ab me ceiling ki badi fan ho gai hu lockdown me aakhir woh iklota sahara thi neend na aane par, toh me badi shiddat se dekh ri thi andhere me ceiling ko or meri ankhon ko bada accha lag ra tha woh andhera, mene khud se kaha bhi ki yaar din ke kaam raat ko kyu nhi hote or din me hum kyu nhi sote kyu ki mujhe andhera accha lagta hai, ki achank beech me disturb krne aai woh halki si roshni jo mere kamre ki window se aa ri thi..ab mujhe chid machi ki ye kya hai or kyu! Me uthi or mene light band kr di or us gehre rang me kho gai jese woh mujhe koi sukoon ka ehsaas dera ho ..

ab mere dimaag me aaya ki (aage kavita padhiyega, samjh aa jayega) or agar mere sawalon ke jawab ho toh comment pr jarur bataitega.

Intazaar rahega in sawalo ke jawab ka...

 

ANDHERA YA ROSHNI

Andhera bura kyu

Or roshni acchi kyu hai

Kyu doobte suraj ka gum hai

Ugte chaand ki khushi nhi

Kyu har gehri andheri raat ke baad 

Aane wali subh ka intazaar hai? 

Kyu andhere me chalte raho suraj ki kiran dikhegi aisa kaha jata hai? 

Kyu andhere me ankhon ko sukoon milega uska koi zikra nhi karta

Kyu kisi ko andhere se pyaar nhi? 

Kyu andhera bura or roshni nai khushiyon ka naam hai. 

Kyu andhere se unko aitbaar nhi!

YES IT CHANGED

YES IT CHANGED....

How happy normal our lives our  with all the normal smiles and parents to look after us.....

Have you ever in your worst dream, thought of how it would be if u loose any of them!

The moment, the pain, the hurt we can never imagine....

This poem is dedicated to my friend who lost his mom recently..

I will always remember the day I first met him with that sparkle in eyes, hope to succeed,

the positivity he had!

I could feel the joy in those messages the day he said how it makes him forgive all when her mom and dad  see him with that pride in their eyes and how all he wanted was just to preserve it  for all long his life ,but the destiny has some other plans.

But yet when I talk to him now I see the brave  side of him yet working with more enthusiasm just for her mom.. 
Kudos tou you boy! 
God bless u always!! 
I cannot feel what situation your are in but I have tried to express your heart with this poem....

                                  

YES IT CHANGED

It changed, 

All smiley, suited I went by

To see the Twinkle in her eye, 

She always waited for me to come by, 

But I hate how she waited all night, 

To make her proud

To let her shout of pride

Yes I went by... 

All I earned was not prize, 

It was that prodigious smile, 

The love she always grant, 

The care she always manifest, 

Yes I was the most happiest. 

But little did I know? 

It was never gonna be immortal, 

God played wordlessly on one's heart. 

She left me with, 

No scar

With all my hope drowned, 

And love of life lost. 

If I could ask for one thing, 

I might ask her back... 

Yes, she left me with him, 

With a duty and responsibility. 

Yes I want u back

We want you back

Cause MUMMA you are my clingy heart 💜❤!!!!

बच्चपन का प्यार❤

बच्चपन का प्यार ❤

To baat kuch aisi hai ki, sab ke bacchpan ki alag alag yaadein hoti hai mumma or papa ke sath.

To kuch aisi hi batein mujhe yaad aa gai jo shayad sab ki life me hui hogi, jo mene is kavita me likhi hai ek mumma ke bare me phir ek papa ke bare me.
sabse jyada rangeen or pyaara hamara bacchpan hi hota h kyu ki tab hamare pass koi jimmedari, koi chinta na hi koi sapne hote h.
Bas sab accha hota h

आधा आधा दोनो को मिलाओ तो मे उनकी बेटी पूरी हु!! 

हाथ पकड़ के चलना सिखाया

मुट्ठी खोल के लकीरों से मिलवाया

आपने मुझे खडा होना सिखाया। 

उठाके मुझे गोद मे दुनिया घुमाई

काम करके सारे दिन, लाये खिलौने मेरे लिए

आपने मुझे आगे बढ़ना सिखाया। 

हर रात गले लगा के सुलाया 

हर सूबह प्यार से उठाया

आपने मुझे हर रोज एक प्यारी मुस्कान से मिलाया। 

मेरे सोने के बाद उठा के खेलाया मुझे

मेरे रोने पे हसाया मुझे

आपने मुझे हर पल खुश रहना सिखाया। 

मेरे पसंद के पकवान बन के खिलाये मुझे
मेरे बोलने से पहले मेरी हर खाईश् पूरी की
आपने मुझे मेरे जिन्नी से मिलवाया। (जो आप हो)

मुझे सोफे से उठा के रूम तक ले जाना
मेरे हिम्मत हारने पे मुझे, फिर से समझाना
आपने मुझे जीने के उसूल सिखाये। 

सिर्फ एक की नही मे दोनो की जुड़ी हुई कहानी हु। 

मम्मी का बेटा और पापा की लाडली हु😍

ZALIMA🗣️

ZALIMA

Ispe nhi likh paungi itna..kyu ki shayd poem sab khud hi bol degi🙏

Zalima

Masum sa chehra tha mera

Sapno se bhari nigahe thi meri

Sachai ka sath dena ka jazba tha

Apno ka apnapan tha

Khushi se bhara anchal tha

Bas safar aise hi chal ra tha

Ke, ek din

Kale badal garaj ne lage

Raat bht andheri thi mana mene

Pr unpe (god) bharosa bht tha

Samjh nhi pai un hatho ko

Jo the mere upar

Un najro ko jo thi mere tan pr

Aaht meri sun nahi paye woh

Inkaar mera seh nhi paye woh

Cheekhein meri kamzor pad gai,

Kyu ki shayad me ladki bharat ki reh gai

Apni bacchi ko ladna seekhaungi duniya se,

Yahi sapna dekhte dekhte me hi uska shikar ban gai,

Samjh nhi pai me duniya ko

Ya shayad duniya dari ko

Ab kabhi na laut ke aaungi,

Tum darindo ko shayad pata na chala dard mera,

Pr Wakt dard ka hisaab dega

Tumhe bhi agle janam yahi dard dega!!!

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!!! 

                  

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