• A Stalwart
    Vibhuti Damor | 31-Jan-2017
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    Many knives were stabbed in her heart,Feelings were crushed through betrayals, Trusts were shattered by lying, Tears, pain and hurt were only her companion..Still she guarded her heart by a smile,Portrait her feelings by words, Fought wars between her heart and mindto trust her little world,Believing her guarding angels will find someone..Who will heal her wounds,Praise her feelings and Build her trusts again.
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  • i hope you know
    taabiirdaan | 28-Jan-2017
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      You were drunk and I was high.. I don't remember the reason to fight... I was wrong or you was right.. Things between us are changed a quite...   Mornings were shiny..Now clouds are down... We were acting like clowns... The moments we spent from dusk to dawn... Time has been passed and feelings are drown..   Every moment with you was a diamond piece... One more chance is all I need....   Together we make a unbeatable clan.. I miss those days of being insane... You make me laugh no one ever does... I hope you know.. You are my first crush..    
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  • Beautiful Strong Brave..
    Bookishgirl5 | 17-Jan-2017
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    We don't demand RESPECT,We deserve RESPECT.We don't demand LUST,We deserve LOVE.we don't demand our bodies to be TOUCHED,we deserve our hearts to be TOUCHED.We don't dress to IMPRESS,We dress to EXPRESS ourselves.We don't demand ATTENTION,We deserve COMPREHENSION.We don't demand humans disguised as animals to look at usWe deserve REAL HUMANS to look at us the way we are We are BEAUTIFUL STRONG BRAVE WOMEN..!!!!we don't demand our BEAUTY to be described as ITEM MALL BOMB SLUT,We deserve it to be called as SUBTLE ELEGANT ETHEREAL...!!!!
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  • She's My Mirror
    Bookishgirl5 | 17-Jan-2017
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    She tells me what is absent in me rather than what is present She tells me my weaknesses so that next time when I face an obstacle I overcome it with my full strength She tells me to be all carefree,crazy as I am and finds no reason to change me. She tells me to dream to believe to achieve .She tells me to smile when I am sad because she knows even a fake smile can light up a soul for a while. She tells me to laugh louder at silly ,stupid things because a day without a laughter is a day wasted .She tells me its ok if I have Noone to ask for a rose when you can build your own garden. She tells me to have gratitude towards life. She tells me to blush,wink and give that shy smile when I miss my college crush .She tells me when I look sexy in my red lipstick and white shirt. She tells that I should first fall in love with myself before I could give my heart to somebody else .She's neither a friend nor a sister of mine. She's ME. she's my inner self. She's deep down inside m
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  • Double faced
    Bookishgirl5 | 16-Jan-2017
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    Double faced...Those innocent looking facesHide d pain for agesThose dark kohl eyesWhich seems so niceCould kill you in one stareSo don't you dare to glare Those rosy red lipsWhich pretend to fake smileHas something to tell you in a whileAbout a cruel joke of god n lord Those beautiful flowing hairHas something to shareBeneath them is a river flowing wd painBut after this pain there's a chance of happiness again     Those  delicate but sharp ears can listen you for yearsBut all the time lie is the only thing that they hearSo be sure this time its the truth they do not fear
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  • The Goodbye
    Vibhuti Damor | 11-Jan-2017
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    And as he left the crowd into the airport, Through the security, With whole loads of new responsibility in the new city.           In the crowd, her lips escaped all the prayers,'make him strong to get through everything which he'll face alone.' And the eyes departed all the pain felt of him going miles away. The crowd tried to calm her down, Exclaiming " It will be fine, you won't even know and the time will fly and you will be together again!" Little did they know that she'll die a little everyday, To see him again.
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  • Himanshu Manna | 09-Jan-2017
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    She walked down the street,  That atramentous and dusky street. Solo she was, so was that lane, And did her heart rang, in a trembling strain.....   That night was insane for her, As something fallacious was waiting for her, Which was beyond her thought, And our visions too....   The bike slowed down, at the heels of that girl. The first animal stepped down with a swirl, And gushed towards that mistress, And grabbed her with his barbarous hands, without any resistance...   She bellowed out to the people with the greatest brains, On the other side of the lane. But the Einsteins on the other side of the lane, Felt no need to give a hand to that female....   And then they come, the Einsteins, To blame the mistress for her shorties, not worth a dime. Yes, she was molested for her minnies, Said by the extra-minded lees.....   Yes, she was molested for her minnies, Said by the extra-minded lees. But did anyone ask the lady, The lady in the burqa, who suffere
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  • Let's go on...
    Sunit Basak | 07-Jan-2017
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      Standing in the middle of the sea, I was awaiting for my destiny, My raft was broken and sails were torn, But my heart kept saying ; Let's go on...   I didn't knew how to swim, But still I had a grin, I knew that I may drown, But still didn't had a frown; Because my heart kept saying; Let's go on...   So I started paddling in search of land, For many days I paddled hard, but didn't find a pinch of sand; But still I didn't lose hope and moved on, Because my heart kept saying; Let's go on...   A few days later, I saw something new, It was not the water, but the sand, Which meant, that I had figured out the land; Finally I felt a calm breeze of the sea, Which was the end of my misery, Now I stopped using my hands, And my feet was on, And I thanked my heart which kept saying; Let's go on...   Believe me: If you ever get stuck in a place, Just like I was; And if you have will, And some definite cause; You will find a way out, And surely not fall off
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  • Music of Life
    ketanv | 07-Jan-2017
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    Life is playing music we all are dancing  we call that dance an experience enhancing.    All of us have to face a phase Where we desperately want to escape from a cage,  Where every one wants to write their own page,  For that, we are ready to put everything on gage. Throughout this phase aggression is there in our tone,  Unknowingly, life is pulling us out of  our comfort zone. Throughout this phase we have to play smart,  Whoever knows it all, For them Living is just an art   Life is playing music  we all are dancing  We call that dance an experience enhancing.   Each day is making us old  And day by day our moves are getting  Wise and bold that's why they say old is gold. With every situation we give ourselves a mould, In all circumstances our real self and emotions are getting sold, Whenever we feel like sold stay calm and put yourself on hold Don't think and plan anything Because,   Life is play
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  • मन की मेरी कल्पना भरने चली उड़ान .....
    taabiirdaan | 07-Jan-2017
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     मन की मेरी कल्पना, भरने चली उड़ान पथ मुझको दिखता नहीं, कुछ भी नहीं है ज्ञान   दूर खड़ी मंजिल मुझे कैसे रही निहार  पहुँच वहाँ दिखलाऊंगा मानूंगा नहीं हार    आज खड़ा हूँ मै जहां, चारो तरफ है राहें वहाँ सोच कर मै रह गया जाऊ तो जाऊ कहाँ मेरा मन यु कर रहा बाहों में भर लू जहाँ    सपनो के मोती चुन चुन कर मै एक घर बनाऊंगा राहों में चाहें कांटे हो उनपर चल दिखाऊंगा पहाड़ जैसे मंजिल में पग पग चड़ता जाऊंगा देख मुझे जो हस रहें उनको भी ले आऊंगा   मन की बाते जिससे कहता सब कहते सपनो में रहता दुनिया चाहे कुछ भी बोले मै हसते हसते सब सहता   डगर कठिन है खड़ा अकेला ये कैसा दुनिया का मेला खुद अपनी राह बनाऊंगा मै आगे बढता जाऊंगा मंजिल की बांहों में जाकर उनको पीछे पाऊंगा।।
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  • वाटेतून चालतांना
    ketanv | 04-Jan-2017
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    वाटेतून चालतांना चित्रविचित्र पात्र दिसतात, प्रत्येकाच्या डोळ्यात बरीच स्वप्न असतात. स्वप्न पूर्तीसाठी सगळे सैरभैर पळत असतात, नाती गोती मैत्री विसरून पायरी प्रमाणे एकमेकाला वापरतात. कोणी सरस्वतीला पाठीवर घेऊन आभाळ ठेंगणे करू पाहतो,  कोणी जीर्ण वस्त्रांनिशी यशाला मागणी घालू पाहतो, कोणी मर्दानी कडेवर लेकरू घेऊन भविष्याचा पाया रचत असते, कोणी बाप घरासाठी रक्ताच पाणी करत असतो, ह्या सगळ्या चढाओढीत कोणी देवाला लाच म्हणून नवसांचे डोंगर रचत असतो,  देव देखील अश्या वेळी ह्यांच्या लाचारीवर हसत असतो. चांगल्या वाईट काम साठी प्रत्येक जण विधात्या पुढे झुकतो,  कर्म करण्या आधीच साकडं घालून घालूनच तो पुरता थकतो. कोणी आपल्या श्रेष्ठत्वाने साऱ्या जगाला हिणवत असतो, परमात्म्याच्या सृष्टीला तो कवड्यांचे मोल लावत असतो. भौवतीक सुखाच्या अन स्वार्थाच्या या शर्यतीत प्रत्येकजण पळू पाहतो, निर्जीवतेच्या हव्यासा पोटी सारे आयुष्य उधळून टाकतो, मग आयुष्याच्या शेवटाला येऊन छोट्या छोट्या सुखांचा शोध घेतो, निसटलेल्या सजीव आनंदाचा हिशोब पाणावलेल्या डोळ्यांनिशी लावत राहतो. - Ketan S 
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  • An ode to triumph
    Priyanshi Banerjee | 02-Jan-2017
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      Hid many faces under veils of fabric, My life is a thousand pages, not a limerick! Enough of your attempts which conquered my freedom, My entity is a possession, not your ransom! My march shall walk forth, beyond my vain, Despite the will to confine me with your chain.   My skin isn’t a treacherous isotope, Which, in your privacy, tries to probe, Not inflammable, nor combustible. Not my clothes, but your mind- susceptible. Hid many faces under veils of fabric, My life is a thousand pages, not a limerick!   My bangles don’t exhibit daily chores, But beauty and strength it upholds. My hands aren’t evidences of cowardice, Nor weakness but a morning bliss. Hid many faces under veils of fabric, My life is a thousand pages, not a limerick!   I am not a silicon lifeless doll, Mortal, cold and gravely lull. Not a puppet with a fixed smile, Victim of your hands’ turmoil! Hid many faces under veils of fabric, My life is a thousand pages, not a lim
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  • THE DAYS WITHOUT YOU
    Kiran Sharda | 15-Dec-2016
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    How beautiful it is when we are together, No matter how ugly is the weather, I still remember that one morning, You woke me up, kissed me while I was yawning, Kissed my forehead and held my hand, Promised me to be forever my best friend. Suddenly, your phone rang and eyes turned brave, I knew, That's another war And it's time to wave! As I promised, I left you with smile and cheers, But, here is the untold story of my tears.. It has been an hour you shut your phone, And I am trying to keep myself in happier zone, Yes, you'll surely be back in some time, But, without you there's not any chime, I am still brave, It's just the woo, Or may be it's about the days without you! And the first day began it's journey, It's not me who is so yearny, It's my cellphone waiting for the replies, It's my stomach wanting some butterflies, It's my brain needing something more interesting Than you, which can be distracting, Well, It's the begining and they can't forget the coo, Or It's all about the days without you. And it
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  • शहर और गाँव
    Gaurow gupta | 14-Dec-2016
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    शहर और गाँव ------------------------- कितना अच्छा है शहर संगठित, साफ- सुथरा खुबसूरत बड़े मकान थूकने के लिये, सड़क किनारे पीकदान   लम्बी- लम्बी गाड़ियाँ जिसके अंदर आदमी, जानवर दोनों है सवारियाँ ।   मरीजो के लिये बड़े बड़े अस्पताल मनोरंजन के लिये हर गली सिनेमाहॉल टाई -बेल्ट, शरीर पर मोटे गर्म कपडे चुपचाप का सफर,बगल से ना कोई लफड़े   तो क्या है कमी,  लोगो को शहर फिर भी नही भाता है, क्यूँ लोगो को अक्सर पुराना गाँव याद आता है।   कुछ लोग कहते है, जो मकानों में रहते है। दीवारे अपनी होती है,  छत किसी और का हो जाता है फिर बढ़ते इन मकानों के बीच खुबसूरत चाँद कही खो जाता है।   इसलिय जीते है शहर में पर गाँव में जीवन नजर आता है।   गौरव✍  
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  • when the breath goes away
    Diyaa | 13-Dec-2016
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    I am here now and alive my soft breath on my skin I feelI lay around thinking about what would you do when I leave when my soul decides to part through all the layers of my skinI will be laying there lifeless not even my single eye would blink I stay still pondering about where on earth would you be would you rather be by my side or shed a tear from far off for me dont tell me how good I was for I may not even know if you can, appreciate me now and bring me all the good there is to show dont have any regrets later that we didnt talk much to each other call me or text me when u feel for it will be too late to do it after dont shed tears staring at my picture share your sorrows with me now give me a chance to wipe those precious drops for I may not be able to see your misty eyes anyhow dont keep me flowers on my stone for I may not be able to smell them send them all to me while I am here so that I can cherish it and be joyous around them if theres ever anything I did that hurt your heart and soul p
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  • तारांगण
    ketanv | 07-Dec-2016
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    शोधण्याचा प्रयत्न करतो  अस्तित्व माझे तारांगणात, अंदाज लाऊ पाहतो सुखाचा मी एकांतात, निर्विकार या डोळ्यातून शोधू पाहतो स्वप्नाची वाट, कोणासठाऊक का  अपसुत येते निराशेची लाट, तरी धीर देऊन सोडत नाही स्वतःचीच मी साथ, आणि करू पाहतो त्या निराशेवरच मात, खंत एकाच सलत राहते मनात, करतांना निराशेवर मात नसते कोणाचीही साथ, नंतर करतांना विचार मनात वाटले देवाने  बांधली असेल आपलीही कोणाशी तरी गाठ. बांधली असेल आपलीही कोणाशी तरी गाठ. -ketan s. vadhavane
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