• Raveena Warkad | 29-May-2017
      I felt proud!Proud as they were.When they appreciated my silence,More than my words.They would praise me for that, for years to come;Whenever few guests arrived or At family functions,which took place every month.Made me the role model, for my sisters. And insisted them, to learn something from the elder one: 'Oh! Such respectful girl!Well, Always the polite one.She has the manners, Which should belong to every girl.'But my ignorant little sisters,Never tried to learn!I felt sorry for them.And wondered what made them such!Never would they shut their mouth,And be disrespectful to the elder ones.But, I never realized,Rebels they were! And won many battles which I thought I would win with the love,I got for my silenced words!I thought it was the best weapon,But it proved to be the weakest one!
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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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  • Forgotten
    Jayasri | 27-May-2017
    The forgotten responsibilities put on me an unjust blame While the words I kept to myself are thringing my soul into the burning flame. At times the broken throbbing thing in my chest weighs heavy But when it verges on to reconcile, the woes build around it a hard levee And that's when the tea retaining cheeks appear out of nowhere  While all I know is that you forgot your responsibilities somewhere. Things are meant to be forgotten is what you say But those are what I bother like a potter does for his clay Ignoring my brain, the trust on you somehow survives Maybe that's why it gets broken every time my sinful belief thrives. Somewhere between him and her you forgot the biggest responsibility The one which you had on me that I never thought was a possibility And now I only have this pen and paper  To console myself and turn my tears into vapor...
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  • मेरा दोस्त
    taabiirdaan | 13-May-2017
      खुद गिरकर भी हाथ मेरा वो थाम लिया करता है। जालिम मेरा हमनफस, तोहीन भी सरेआम किआ करता है। बात गलत हो मेरी, फिर भी मान लिया करता है। दर्द मेरे वो चेहरे से ही जान लिया करता है। फरिश्ता है वो, नमाज़ों में सलामती मेरी मांग लिया करता है। मेरे दोस्त की सभी बातें खुदा भी मान लिया करता है।                                                      #अमन गौतम हमनफस ~ दोस्त  तोहीन ~ बेज़्ज़ती
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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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  • For the Lord of food!
    Rashika Singh | 10-May-2017
        Let the breeze blow wild, and the heat be mild😇 Let the sun hide for a while, and the clouds bear a beautiful smile🙂 Do not let ' their 'hardwork go in vain, Reward their fields with the burst of rain...
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  • उम्मीद न कर!
    taabiirdaan | 10-May-2017
       मैं पंछी आवारा,  राह ए उल्फ़त की उम्मीद न कर। दर-दर भटकता रहा हूँ, मुझसे मंजिलो की उम्मीद न कर।।   ज़ेरे गिर्दाब है कश्ती मेरी.. तू साहिलों की उम्मीद न कर।। अदम सी है हस्ती मेरी... ऐशो आराम की उम्मीद न कर।।   नाफर्माना है तेरा खुदा... मुझे पाने की फ़रियाद न कर।।   ज़ेरे गिर्दाब ~भंवर में  अदम ~ छोटी  नफर्माना ~न सुन ने वाला  
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  • Beauty
    GOLAKAR | 07-May-2017
    Somewhere between the wonders of existence and the riddles of life between the morning rays and the isolation of night shines her unearthly beauty that soothes your soul delicate yet powerful something which has escaped the celestial realm and arrived on this world only for a little while for the eyes that can see for the hearts that can feel its presence growing everyday with love
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  • Lady without shadows
    GOLAKAR | 06-May-2017
    the I of excuses and  regrets been denied the right to madness lived life in second hand virtues my mind lost in contradictions set against itself   yet I find time for little civilities gather and unite memories to make flames that might endure a strange preoccupation with myself   I develop a quite understanding of my own existence as my nemesis written in fidelity unfurls the becoming of a lady without shadows 
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  • Sumedh Kadam | 02-May-2017
    Muze maut khoobsurat lagne lagi hai Aab din se jaida raat pasand aane lagi hai.Aaj tanhai mai sukun hai, bus aakelepan Ka junoon hai. Khud hi ki sooch ko samazne ki nakamiyaab koshish bhi aab Dum todne lagi hai, muze aab maut khoobsurat lagne lagi hai. Maut hi to teri aasli humraaz hai, sari aankahi baato ko unsuna karne Ka saaz hai,Tere ashko ko poochne wala ye hi to wo haat hai.aab honth bhi muskurana bhoolne lage hai Maut ki aarzoo mai wo bhi roone lage hai.Maut raasta hai ya mukam ye paheli aab sulazne lagi hai, Kya Kahu a mere dost muze aab maut khoobsurat lagne lagi hai. - Sumedh kadam.
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  • जिंदगी
    ketanv | 30-Apr-2017
    हमने तो पूछा जिंदगी से क्यू हमको सताती तू  भूलती जो रहे उन रहो को सामने क्यू लती तू  क्यू पास आती तू फिर दूर जाती तू  सपने दिखके क्यू हमको रुलाती तू  हमको न दर्द है न किसी मर्ज की जरुरत है  एह्सासोंको भुला अब चलना ही वक़्त की जरुरत है  पथरीली राहोसे अबतो गुजरना है बस अब इजाजत दे खुदसेही लड़ना है.
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  • Yaar ho ak chaand jaisa...
    taabiirdaan | 29-Apr-2017
    Yaar ho ak chaand jaisa...  Dildaar ho ak chaand jaisa...  Ek rishta ho phir pyaar jaisa..   Ruth baithe jab duniya tujse.. Tujko vo apne pass bulaye...  Khud bi roye... tuje rulaye... Hamdard vo tera bn jaye...   Kuch apni khe..kuch teri sune...  Baat vo Dil se kre ....   Baitho jab tum nadi kinare...  Lahro se vo tumhe nihare...   Chale raah jb tu akela.. Chhod kr duniya ka mela  Wo bne teri parchaayi.. Laakh buraai hone pr bhi dikhe use teri acchai.   Saath ho bs uska aisa... Yaar ho ek chaand jaisa... Dildaar ho ek chaand jaisa... Ek rishta ho phir pyar jaisa...  
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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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  • Coming Back to life
    GOLAKAR | 22-Apr-2017
    my adulteries were grieving in my dreams when you walked in like autumn breeze as if the doors and windows have been kept open for you and with you came memories of dark and desperate times   women in forties desperately calm and carefree is coming back again to wilderness back then also love was not innocent but full of macho insecurities and feminine deceit   release me from yourself I, a man of sin is  frail as smoke today and have burnt my fist of steel the purple wounds echoes my inner void   I have aged in silence but you have been there all through as life went about consuming itself in come and goes my shadows reminded of you   
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  • Whispers of a journey
    Irinemj | 15-Apr-2017
    Often kept under chains,Solitude in the urban prison;It's an escape to theUnknown crowd!!Chased the unexplored roadsWith the gleams of sunlit!!Comfort in the of street,Poetry in disguise of landscape ;Smile that followed Throughout the way;The eccentric men!!Waited and watchedTheir curious eyes!!Strolled along the breezeThat led the path to a gallery Saw a portrayal of canopyThis vista..Deciphered a memoir for the life
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