• 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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  • abeer athar | 09-Jan-2017
      She wore that scars Like the sky wore stars Everyday her soul was murdered Entire life her expectations kept getting smothered   She was more deep from any vale profound But now, Alas! that fatal girl is now buried somewhere in the ground She believed someone, she were not suppose to. Her soul was dead many years before The day she was not one but they were two.     Somehow she managed herself to say I am fine with a fake smile But what used to happen , her memory got rewind. And then she always cried.   Just because of one, the one her better half She reached up high on the life sorrows graph.   Everyday in her life, the word pain was emphasized and then at last she decided to kiss death tight. and there her tolerance shouted out loud  And that fatal girl got away from this world's crowd........
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  • Dilemma
    TheLostBronteSister | 08-Jan-2017
    A lonely road I walk alone,With a wounded heart and conscience torn,And pray that HE would look upon,shine that light and bring me home.Met many a man, friend and foe..Been lost in a crowd with a weathered soul,What I seek, I may never know..Shine that light and bring me home.With a smile that shines, my eyes aglowWho knows what pain lies belowI told myself I'll never let them know,Shine that light and bring me home.So far I wander high and low,In my search for love so far unknownAnd pray my path HE may show..shine that light and bring me home....   - Neha Kamat
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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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  • Mitali Bapat | 07-Jan-2017
    Trap her indoors,let her be freeIt matters not It'll be "her fault" Saree clad,dressed in a skirt It matters not "She asked for it" Face painted or shrouded in a veil It matters not "It's still her fault" She didn't want it He thought she did It matters not "She's the one to blame" She said "No" He decided "Yes" It did not matter "She deserved what she got" She's only a toddler She can't even talk But it doesn't matter He will have his way Her body, her right Her freedom, her fight Her consent, her choice are all her fault His eyes, his gaze,His filthy touch, His show of machismo are also her fault.
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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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  • Exception
    Vibhuti Damor | 06-Jan-2017
    We might have touched hundreds of lips.We might have felt thousands of touch.But there is one exception in those thousands and hundreds, which has immeasurable amount of awakening forces of our sensations.
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  • नोटांचे राजकारण
    ketanv | 04-Jan-2017
    काळ्या मनाला काळ्या धानाला आळा घालायला निघालो आम्ही, आमच्या या निर्णयाला डोळेझाकुन साथ देताल का तुम्ही. धाडसी निर्णयाने उतरवू विरोधकांची गुर्मी, त्यांच्या तोंडाला ताळ लावण्या करता सज्ज आमची डिजिटल आर्मी. पळवाटा शोधणाऱ्यां ना दया नाही कणभर, तुमच्या आमच्या सारख्या सामान्यांना मात्र आश्वासने मनभर. निर्णय चुकीचा कि बरोबर या वादाला अंत नाही, digital transactions आणि cashless corrency चा  फरक पडेल का हो काही ?  - Ketan S Vadhavane   
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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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  • Priyanka Menon | 01-Jan-2017
    Love,i think last night whenmy wineglass sat prettilyon the edge, i was with ittoo, close to where reasondeserted me (it was when isaw you last) fighting withme, to let go.   Love,i am not sure where weare headed today, it’s a newstart; for some reason the sunisn’t burning my skin anymore,the wind isn’t choking my heartand the storm within isn’t sothreatening.perhaps I’ve come to like it,lodged within my consciousnessit’s been my constant, the storm,giving passersby the chance to stayaway from me, because i am“not quite right.”   Love,if i fall today, into the abyss ofwhat i was running away from,i wouldn’t be very upset.i think all that’s happened hasled me here, to where i standon the edge, wineglass in hand,raging like a storm.   Love,you made me fierce.   - Priyanka Menon
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  • Dr Himanshu Sharma | 01-Jan-2017
    बच्चा जब पाँव पे आता है,निर्बाध धावक वो बन जाता है!उसकी माता भी दौड़ लगाती है,ममता में वो ड़ुबकी लगाती है! उसकी अबोध चाल को माता,निहारती चुपके से और मुस्का के!अबोध शिशु को वक्ष लगाती,लेकर आती प्यार से और फुसला के!आँचल में भरकर मैय्या फिर,शिशु को गया लोरी वो सुलाती है! खाना खिलाने से पहले मैय्या,ख़ुद गरम-ठन्डे को नापती है!जो गलती से जल जाए मुख शिशु का,हो बेसुध पानी लाने वो भागती है!वो गर्मी से जलती जीभ मानो,रह-रह उसके उर को जलाती है! वैसे भी मैय्या के ह्रदय की,थाह आजतक कौन जान पाया है?बेटा भले ही फेर ले आँखें,पर माँ ने हरदम अपना फर्ज़ निभाया है!दूर रहती है माँ मेरी आँखों से पर,रह-रहकर यादों में वो आती है!
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  • Dr Himanshu Sharma | 01-Jan-2017
    एक पेड़ को देखा,विशाल था घना था!लगता था नीचे उगती झाड़ों को,वो आश्रय देने हेतू बना था!तना कठोर था परंतु,कई गड्ढे थे उसमें!पक्षी, पल्लव इत्यादि,निवास करते थे जिसमें!तने से कोई रस सा,मानो निर्बाध बहता था!वो वृक्ष पर-सहायतार्थ,मानो तैयार सा रहता था!कोई बेल गर मानो,उसे ढाँपने की करती थी कोशिश!उगने देता खुद पर वो वृक्ष,सहता था हर विषधर का वो विष!ऐसा लगता था मानो वो,वृक्ष पर-कल्याण हेतू जीता था!हो सकता है मेरी राय में वो,पिछले जन्म में किसीका पिता था!
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  • Joy of relinquishing Pain !
    Manali Jobanputra | 31-Dec-2016
    We all are juggling between joy and pain, Some are sane and some insane, Fighting every minute  braving, Not living but surviving.     Agony and pain occupy our mind, Letting no space for peace and kind, Blinded by pang and rue, We are missing the beautiful view.     We live in the past, in what’s gone, Always contemplating the bygone, The beauty and joy of TODAY is lost, B’cuz we spent it all regretting the past.     Life is a  beautiful and magical  bless, We – the hatless enchantress’ Choice is ours, what spell to cast, Joy for the moment or love from the past.     So my darlings, wands up in the air, Choose the joyous moment… I dare, Let go of the past, it’s a lesson I’ve learned, And believe you me it’s the greatest wealth I’ve earned.
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