• Diyaa | 15-Nov-2017
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    Under the star covered skies I lay myself down On the frosted grass blades I rest my crown   My thoughts are not with me My soul searching for it's peace I gaze around endlessly The world around me has come to cease   The mesmeric lights that I see Dancing away intensely They drop me in their humbleness Revealing it's secrets discreetly   The night sky never looked this beautiful Covered partly in silky swirling lights Surprising me more and more By this exotic sight   I came to look for a soul to love That would touch me deep inside It would help me grow And make me feel alive tonight   But I no more sense the need for this For I can see my aura shine I realised it was not outside but My own light that shone from deep inside   There's no other soul that can complete mine For I am no piece of a puzzle I am absolute who by myself Perfected under his guidance!
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  • ज़िंदगी का लेखा जोखा......
    Rachna Maheshwari | 17-Sep-2017
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    ज़िंदगी का लेखा जोखा...... ज़िदगी की डगर पर चलते चलते   यूं ही एक दिन अचानक पीछे मुड़ कर देखा  मन बोला – मुड़ कर मत देख...... दिल बोला – मैंने तेरा बहुत साथ दिया, आगे बढ़ने से पहले, एक बार ज़िंदगी का लेखा जोखा तो देख मैंने पूछा ......... उस बहीखाते में मुझे क्या मिला ..... दुख..दर्द...ज़ख्म...बेबसी.... एक कांटों भरी ..... उलझी सी ज़िंदगी तभी मन ने हाथ थामकर कहा ..... अब सोच मत... तूने कभी मेरी एक न सुनी....... अब तो आज़मा कर देख.... दिल ने तुझे डर दिया, उस बेबसी की राह में हौसला तुझे मैंने ही दिया। तेरे मज़बूत इरादों का सबब मैं ही बना। ........... तो रुक कर मैंने एक पल सोचा..... क्यों न मन के पंख लगा कर, परिंदों की मानिंद उड़ चलें..... एक अनजान सफ़र पर... कारवां ख़ुद ब ख़ुद बनता जाएगा।
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  • मैं अपने गाँव लौट रहा हूँ!
    taabiirdaan | 12-Sep-2017
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    दो सर्दियां बीत चुकी गया उस बटवारे को, दो इंच ऊँचाई का टीला अब 20 फुट की दीवार हो गया है, अब हमारे खेत के कौवे भी चाचा के खेत में नही जाते, और हमारे खेत की नीलगाय को भी चाचा नही भगाते, गाव के पंचों ने घर का भी बटवारा करा दिया है, जो नल बाबा ने लगाई थी वो हमारे हिस्से आया है, बस अब जामुन के पेड़ का बटवारा बाकी है, पापा कहते है, उसे भी कटवा देंगे, और फिर उसकी लकड़ियों से एक दरवाजा बनेगा, जो चाचा के बच्चों को इस पार आने से रोकेगा, जामुन का पेड़ मुझे भी पसंद नहीं है, मुझे बहुत बार ढकेला है उसने अपनी टहनियों से, बाबा के जाने के बाद जामुन की टहनियां अब और भी ऊंची लगती है, अब डर लगता है, अगर गिर गया तो अम्मा पुचकारने भी नहीं आएगी, चाचा के बच्चे छोटे है इसलिए अम्मा उनके घर ही रहेंगी, काश मैं भी छोटा होता ,तो अम्मा मुझे भी पुचकारती, खैर ये बंटवारा तो बड़े लोगो ने किआ है, अम्मा मुझे देखकर अब भी खुश हो जाएगी मैं जानता हूं, और फिर मैं अपने कंचे भी मांग लूंगा जो मैंने पिछली बार चाचा से जीतकर अम्मा को दिए थे, मैं आज अपने गाँव लौट रहा हूँ! By Aman Gautam (taabiirdaan) 
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  • You and I
    GOLAKAR | 06-Sep-2017
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    you and me  I your purity unveiled my filth no length of time can make me forget that your love was always greater than my hate  in a room littered with distrust your face illuminated in its youthful air turn into a feeling that I recollect as love a tender smile rare just like an embryo coming to life your feet touched time and your smile is all I got in illusions in reality   II amid the interruptions of silence by the whistling of the woods I roam around with your shadow all night adding your existence to my madness from the time I have known women I have not lived without loving but to my necked heart  you are the one a friend, a lover, muse of men who taught me how to repent not in blood or tears but in action from cigarette smoking hipsters over the years we have grown into a single face, all of our love can be explained by this I think about you and smile, but, the question remains do we love each other or the image of the other &n
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  • Catastrophe
    Starseed | 09-Aug-2017
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    I don't know if I should,Or if I could let you go,I dived too deep,To now let it snow,My skin is on fire, burning away in desire,Longing for your touch,Did I ask for too much?Reminiscing now on all that we had,evokes memories made unknowingly,Fills my heart with sorrow unfortunately,you were there and so was I,there was nothing but your magic,A swish of time and things turned tragic,We were twins under a skin,Same Spirit burning in flames thin,been burnt before but I chose to hold on,Wasn't I worth that risk,I question for too long,My sunshine , shining on my darkest of days,Your moonlight, guiding you along the way,Or was I,Or were we,Did 'we' ever happen,Did you even dive down,Let go of what was, what will,And dwell in nothing but now,In what that mattered,And what matters is you,I'm sorry I made you feel love is difficult,I'm sorry I made wanna let go,I'm sorry for a lot of things,But never for loving you,was glad your name came after mine,And in between that apostrophe,What began a fairytale,Ended in
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  • Chains
    Starseed | 04-Aug-2017
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    Adorned in chains still trying to runOne foot at a time you're almost doneBare skin bared witnessDrenched and wetwho could saywas it blood or sweatPhysically exhaustedand mentally numbor Mentally exhaustedand physically numb?Chains clinged at the foot's stompschains clung butthe foot stopedInhaling hopeshe fellclosed eyesparalysed at stateParalysed at mindThe splash was quitethe bubbles were subtleNo reason to liveNo sign of struggleSinking into the darknessthrough light...the cold felt homeNo reason to fightskin felt cold not like the chains beforeSkin felt coldit felt like homeChills down the spine ohh my body is still alive!Opened eyesnothing but milesmiles and miles of darkness abides Breathing is stablebut the heart has diedwho needs a heart to live anywaywho needs a heart at allshe cried No one sawNo one heardUnderwater that's how it works I fear....now to staystay at a messA deep hollow soul filled with nothingness!!!
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  • of reality and imagination
    GOLAKAR | 28-May-2017
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    the lipstick impressions on the edges is all I have of life and reminiscence for the rest it’s more like being a marionette pulled by invisible strings in different directions in an evening of tempests and rain you lipstick smudge infested the stars and its ripples swayed my life I have forgotten the origin and in my demise stumbled upon the pages of a thousand year old tome where men, real men settled their love in death heroes, they were, but I am not among them I shall live with you in reverie my material life ignored for another where I  am privileged to bring to life the lost moments and reverse all my desires which turned to regret and create rivers in green there will  be times when you and I will rule everything faith, desire, destiny and fantasy as for reality they are the lies we keep telling ourselves again and again
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  • taabiirdaan | 12-May-2017
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      गैरों से शिकवा नही है मुझे अपनों की बदलती जमीरी से डर है।।   ईमान ओ कुफ़्र की भुखमरी है सही, मुझे बईमानों की अमीरी से डर है।।   न हिन्दू कहो, न मुस्लिम .. मुझे धर्म की बीमारी से डर है।।   दिले खंजर घोंप दो, कोई गम नहीं, पीठ पीछे की शमशीरी से डर है।।   टुकड़ो में तो जी रहा हूँ, मैं मुझे पल पल मरने की लाचारी से डर है।।   सफर ए जिंदगी तन्हा ही सही, मुझे इश्क़ की खुमारी से डर है।।   इंसा तो बिक रहा है सरेआम यहाँ,  फिर भी मुझे बेरोज़गारी से डर है।।                                      #अमन गौतम *vayraaम                                        ईमान ओ कुफ़्र ~ honesty and belief शमशीरी ~ sword    
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  • MOTHER "The idol of true love"
    Rashika Singh | 10-May-2017
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    When things went wrong, she made you strong. When your eyes were in tears , She fought all your fears. When no one was ready to hear you, She still believed  in you all through. When the days turned into night, She became the only light. When life seemed to be harsh , She was ready to bear all your scars.            She stood in all your needs ,    But what did you show through your deeds...   Full of harshness you raised your voice, You left her alone saying had no other choice, You chose standard life  at her cost, Into the worldly pleasures you were lost.                        BUT... She still stands before the God,  Whispering bless my child  O'LORD She still wants to see you smile, and you poor creature awarded her with EXILE!  
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  • तो आसानी होगी!
    taabiirdaan | 09-May-2017
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    लिख लेता हूँ, अगलात ए जिंदगी पन्नो पर.. देगा सज़ा ए मौत खुदा तो आसानी होगी।   मिटा देता हूं तेरी रुसवाई के किस्से.. पढ़ेगा खाली पन्ने खुदा तो आसानी होगी।।   कबूल कर लूंगा जुर्म तुझसे उल्फ़त के भी.. करेगा इंसाफ खुदा तो आसानी होगी।।   तू देर से आना दरबार मे उसके.. न बहे मेरे अश्क खुदा तो आसानी होगी।।   रख दूंगा तेरा पत्थर सा दिल पलड़े में अपने तोलेगा तराजू से दर्द खुदा तो आसानी होगी।।   नाम न लेना मेरा जुबां से अपनी.. बेनाम मौत देगा खुदा तो आसानी होगी..   एक नज़र देख लेना जाते जाते.. जहन्नुम भी देगा खुदा तो आसानी होगी।।   अगलात ~ गलती उल्फ़त~ प्यार
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  • Ode to the Ordinary
    GOLAKAR | 27-Apr-2017
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    Ode to the ordinary the everyday the common all the things that everyone has and no one wants   ode to the things that make us human to all the things good but not good enough they become the ocean   ode to the ordinary who are here just because they are supposed to be giggling and gossiping remembering who said what and when but when the time comes their lips are vowed to silence   ode to the ordinary whose morality flickers as they sell their soul for little pleasures ode to the drunken, jobless, homeless, the perverts who ogle at women the non-productive who fritter away their lives just like that who die everyday everywhere every time   ode to the ordinary who live in sperms and die in them too a strange similarity binds them in life and death ode to the ordinary who all look the same want the same live the same wherever they are however wide in space and time   ode to the ordinary who die in wars, tsunami, mill strikes or just for the
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  • there's bond we share...
    taabiirdaan | 11-Apr-2017
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    ‌There is a bond we share... ‌Every morning...the way you care.. ‌ ‌There is nothing like your smile ‌That make me alive for a while... ‌ ‌I still feel that brace... ‌feels like god's grace... ‌ ‌That mark on my neck.... ‌But now everything on crack... ‌ ‌You were mean...‌so was I... ‌ ‌lets start again for the sake... ‌Forgive me .. all was fake.. ‌ ‌This need to be end... ‌You never gave me a chance to defend... ‌ A chance is all I want.. ‌I will chaneg that's a grant..
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  • Raveena Warkad | 21-Mar-2017
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    You look at me,Like an object of wonder.Talk about me,For fun.And fun, Is not a blunder!You pat your back,For those witty references.'Flat LED screen'Or a Kite,That would flyBecause the breezeHas enough powerTo just blow andEasily I will be plundered.I love to hear,Those discussions.Looking at the curiosity,And descriptionsOf my body,I am not astonished. Because flaws are your first focus.In yourself,AndSoIn this World.Some of you,Just too fat,For that pretty dress.CAN'T HELP!Because curves todayHave standard numbers.And Not being upto the mark,That worst fear.This fear never haunts me,Because Home is one place I love.My Home, My Body.I came with itInto this world.With my soul all wrapped upPerfectly in that mould.I can call it mine.And Claim it with utmost confidence.Fot that was the first thing I possessed.And will also be the last one.For I will not be a part of the cosmos,Only when my body has had it enough.It is much more than those comparisons,And even more than the compliments.For it is the only valida
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  • जेव्हा स्वप्न अश्रुंची  जागा घेतात
    ketanv | 17-Mar-2017
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      आयुष्याला विचारलं एकदा का इतका त्रास? सोडलेल्या रस्त्यांचा का पुन्हा पुन्हा आभास  का जवळ येतात क्षण आणि पुन्हा दूर जातात  का स्वप्न सगळे अश्रुंची जागा घेतात  आयुष्याला विचारलं एकदा  का हा एकटेपणा? सवय झालेल्या एक्कलकोंड्या प्रवासात मुद्दामच आयुष्य करवते सुखा चा भास हळुवार कुठे इच्छां ना पालवी फुटू लागते त्या आधीच आयुष्या तुझ्या क्रीडा त्यांना कोमेजून टाकतात  मग पुन्हा स्वप्न अश्रुंची जागा घेतात. आयुष्याला विचारलं एकदा  घेतोयसक का परीक्षा माझी? उत्तर आले हो, तुझीच नाही तर सर्वांचीच. अडथळे प्रत्येकाला वाट शोधण्याची संधी प्रत्येकाला  ज्याचा त्याचा दिवस ज्याने त्याने निवडावा.  मग एक दिवस आला, मला जाग आली  मी हि ठरवलं आता कळू नाही देणार तुला माझ्या भावना जे मनाच्या कोपऱ्यात दडलंय, नाही दाखवणार तुला लपून छापून का होईना, रास्ता माझा मी शोधेन. आणि मनात दडलेले सुदंर स्वप्न  आयुष्या, एकदा तरी मी जगेन. - Ketan S Vadhavane 
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  • संधी
    ketanv | 15-Mar-2017
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    संधी मिळत नसते ती निर्माण करायची असते. पण काही विषयात ती दिलीगेली पाहिजे. का संधी देणाऱ्याला आपल्या भावना कळू नये, कळत असूनही संधी मिळू नये,  ह्याला नशीब म्हणावे कि स्वतःला सिद्ध करण्याच्या प्रयत्नात अपुरे पडणे म्हणावे, संधी साठी धडपडणाऱ्या जीवाला पडणारे प्रश्न म्हणजे, संधी देणाऱ्याच्या ठायी असेल कदाचित बाह्यत्वाचा प्रभाव किंवा आंतरिक सौंदर्य ओळखण्याचा आभाव. संधी साठी जिवाच्या आकांताने तडफडणाऱ्यांचे अनेक प्रकार, एखादा संधीच्छुक बनतो देवदासाचा दास, एखादा धरून बसतो मनात कायमची आस, एखादा शब्दांच्या सानिध्यात व्यक्त करतो आपला ध्यास, आणि एखादा कधीच सोडत नाही संधी ची वाट. संधी देणाऱ्याच्या मनाचा गोधळाही संधीच्छुक समजतो, सामाजिक अडचणी, मनाची दुविधा, भौतिकतेचा प्रभाव अनेक प्रश्न असतीलही कदाचित पण संधी देणाऱ्याने हा विचार केला पाहिजे कि संधीच्छुक हा संधी मागतोय  अंतिम निर्णय नाही,  संधी देणाऱ्याला संधीच्छुक ओळखता येऊ नये किंवा ओळखण्याचा प्रयत्न हि करू नये  ह्यामुळे आशावादावर खूप मोठा प्रश्न उभा राहणार. आणि आशावादी निराशेच्या वाटेवरून तडजोडीची पळवाट काढणार, आणि आशावादावरून
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  • I want to known
    Sunit Basak | 12-Mar-2017
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    She was walking past the road, With the dressing style of her own; She had ethos of hers, For which she was till date unknown; She was the one, who wasn't allowed to live freely, And lived as per the wishes of him; She was the one, who had killed her dreams before, With the dagger of her kin.   "Oh look at her ", said the mocking and disgracing crowd; They all stood with their open eyes closed;  They said:"Isn't she the one, the cause of all undone, The one very inept; The one who brings the rest discomfort, The one who is always unkept."   The excruciated women now turned back and answered: "Yes! It is me!And it is something I am proud to be; It is me, who has brains of her own; It is me, and my way to live; It is me, and now- I WANT TO BE KNOW. You didn't let me live the way I wanted to, You never let my thoughts come out; You never gave me freedom of my own, And you always considered me a lout;"   By now the flock was left with their mouths shut; This time th
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