• 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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  • 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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  • Raveena Warkad | 10-Mar-2017
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    My grandmother,Always praised my mother.For being the best wife.The ideal one her son could ever find.She cooked for her husband,Even at midnight.When he would come,All trembling withintentions to harm her badlyThat night.My mother!Would still be forgiving,Would not raise her voice,Because that is how she was supposed to be.The ideal daughter. The ideal wife.Feeding her husband was the most important job of her life.Doesn't matter, If she was sleep deprived,Or had sorrowful eyes.She was not well,Or was JUST ALIVE.Feeding her husband was the most important job of her life. Her work came later,Family's wishes formed the most important part of her life.Because empowerment for a woman doesn't mean,To let her be, the way she is.To let her decide how her life she wants to lead.She wants to reach the sky,Or touch the stars maybe.But empowerment for her isBeing Permitted by her Husband,To go out and work only where he wants Her to work. Quietly.And earn a little less than what he earnsFor himself and his family.They
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 08-Mar-2017
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    Came from the rib of Adam the ‘XX’, To join Adam and his life’s annex. She served company to the man- Adam, but later considered a possession of venom! The tables turned right from times immemorial, She was considered not equal but menial. And the day she boarded the bus, The men turned to evils- venomous! That night her dignity was strangulated, But the dress of the victim- society anticipated. To give her a hand no one came over, Now in shame, their heads bend lower. The day the wedding bells set off, That day her sweet name took off. When the events past that eve, When her home she had to leave. She was told to forget her formers, The very next moment she bothers. About the past she bid adieu, About the life laid down all new. Beads of perspiration rolled down, Soon settled on head- chores’ crown! No longer shall she be a victim of your demands She is not born to bear your adamant commands She will no longer be drunk in monotony, She questions the society&rs
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  • Post Valentine
    Vibhuti Damor | 15-Feb-2017
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    As we scroll down our walls, down the posts, Seeing couples posting their pictures With beautiful love captions, Photos of their moment and surprises With thanking notes....There were minor cracks in our hearts. How much we pretend to not care about this day,Though we share posts about hating Valentine's Day, Our hearts do direct a scenario of our Dream dates and surprises,           With our prettiest princesses with the tiaras,                                         and the knights with shining armours. Ending in disappointment as in our imaginations but reality. 
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  • ketanv | 14-Feb-2017
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    नभ दाटुनी येत दारा, आठवांचे थेंब बरसले  हे डोळे ओले झाले. ते दिस सोनेरी विसरू कसे, तुझे हसणे सखे मी विसरू कसे  तुझे ओठ जणू मधुशाला ती, ते ओठ गुलाबी विसरू कसे  हा श्वास जणू अडला आहे, तुझ वाचून आज उमगले  हे डोळे ओले झाले. तुझे नयन जणू तेजसस्वी खडे, त्या नयनांना मी विसरू कसे  तू झे केस जणू मऊ मखमल असे, त्या काळोखाला विसरू कसे  आयुष्य जणू रुसले आहे, तुझ वाचून आज उमगले  हे डोळे ओले झाले  तुझे नयनरम्य तारुण्य सखे, मज सांग आता मी विसरू कसे  मज साठी चे ते अश्रू तुझे, त्या मोत्यांना मी विसरू कसे  आयुष्य जणू अधुरे आहे, तुझ वाचून आज उमगळॆ  हे डोळे ओले झाले  हे डोळे ओले झाले. - Ketan S Vadhavane     
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  • Twinflames
    Vibhuti Damor | 05-Feb-2017
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    Under the starry nightsOur hands entwined, Lighting up the fire of love. The unpredicted momentWhich buried deep inside the heart,To be discovered by the world.Barriers kept us apartStruggling to find ways to be together.But the warmth of the fire extendedBringing us closer, In the universe of love. Through the hurdlesFighting through the wall of pain, There was the victory of our love.    
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  • khushnassebi
    Tanya Singh Thakur | 31-Jan-2017
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    Hum bohot khushnaseeb hai, par badnaseeb bhi hain thode.. khushnasseb hain kyunki khuda hume tumse jode.. Haye teri mohabbat mein pade mujhe kitne kode.. kyu ye badguman log kehte hai, ki tere ishq me hum kafan ode.. are waqif toh hum is bat se bhi hai, ki is duniya mein aye hain agar, toh phir lautenge bhi kabhi.. Toh phir bhala dil toote-na-toote, Hum mohabbat ka sath kyu chode?
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