• NITISH DADHICH | 02-Aug-2017
      सामने पाया उसे हर सुबह जब आँख खुली, आँखों ने समझा आँखों को जब आँख खुली।                         कुछ मेहताबो की सोहबत में खूब नाचे जुगनू,                          सब छिप गए जब सूरज की आँख खुली। सजदा में झुकाया सर तो उसे हीमाँगा, क़ुबूल हो गयी नमाज़ जब आँख खुली।                          मेरे होटों को उसके होटों ने समां लिया खुदमे,                             सब सपना है जाना मैंने जब आँख खुली। बंद आँखों में ‘वकील’ जाने क्या दिखता रहा , कुछ ख्वाब सजाये आँखों में जब आँख खुली।                                               नीतीश दाधीच "वकील"  
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  • NITISH DADHICH | 02-Aug-2017
      सामने पाया उसे हर सुबह जब आँख खुली, आँखों ने समझा आँखों को जब आँख खुली।                         कुछ मेहताबो की सोहबत में खूब नाचे जुगनू,                          सब छिप गए जब सूरज की आँख खुली। सजदा में झुकाया सर तो उसे हीमाँगा, क़ुबूल हो गयी नमाज़ जब आँख खुली।                          मेरे होटों को उसके होटों ने समां लिया खुदमे,                             सब सपना है जाना मैंने जब आँख खुली। बंद आँखों में ‘वकील’ जाने क्या दिखता रहा , कुछ ख्वाब सजाये आँखों में जब आँख खुली।                                               नीतीश दाधीच "वकील"  
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  • Shalmali Abhyankar | 28-Jul-2017
    People stare at me with ease and admiration;  Some perhaps with envy and annoyance.   Impeccable to some I seem from far away, Come closer would then you see My darkness and all my flaws.   Regard me at the top, Some consider me their pal, some their foe.   Some call me a halo of perfection, Some an imbecile ball of glowing obtuse The way people distinguish leaning on visages.   I've got dark speckles and an unwanted shine; Even my light isn't my own . I'm not truthful, I lie all the time;   Eyes blue and black and green watch the stars every night But only the cheeks with teardrops mark my existence amid them, Then they say some presences are only meant to be felt.   Some call the stars my pals Some link me to the clouds But none seem to fathom, what they really are; They're all so embellished!   All so endeavoring, got a halo of their own; I'm not envious at all, but all very feeble. I struggle throughout monsoon, Yeah, I'm just the moon.
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  • Abhishek Mishra | 29-Jun-2017
    "What resembled a comely chatoyant, Was instead a dalliance,  Of feelings intercepted by emotions, and an ethereal indication, Of love in the making, one more time".
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  • Abhishek Mishra | 29-Jun-2017
    "The demesne of her heart, Was demure and innocent, His diaphanus words, Injected ebullience, And wrote an effervescent script, Within her soul, All over again".
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  • Seasons Of A Woman's Life
    Devi | 28-Jun-2017
      A daughter as pure as first fallen snowflakes Separated from the external world by blankets She loves and is loved by all for she is A daughter as pure as first fallen snowflakes.   Spring comes as she grows, like a bud into a flower In the sunbeam's warmth, she melts like snow And into the world, she steps, young and beautiful. She is so fragile and delicate, falling for everything. Tears and blushes accompany her to everywhere she goes From burning heart to the promised one.   Season's changes to hot summer as she Daughter to wife and to a mother who loves and cares She is everything but stays nothing. No choice, no regret, sound and safe Her eyes are nonetheless bright and she, herself, is sharp as A needle as she leads everyone ahead   After the harvest comes the autumn [falls] Another winter is coming ahead Slowly losing everything but she never possessed Her deed is done, her karma fulfilled Let her drift away for she was war Yet, was the dove and the olive
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  • Inpouring
    Mitali Bapat | 23-Jun-2017
    How do you get rid of shadows that lurk?Darkness is gone, yet you struggle in the murk Blinking, you try and attune to daylight,but are unable to bear even the brilliance bright Thoughts that were banished to recesses in the mindresurface to haunt of memories unkind Of unresolved conflicts, of unforgiven deeds,of unforgotten woes and unfulfilled needs And you wonder how many devils you are to fightbefore you're at peace and all seems right You set out in search of a divine forceto purge the mayhem, to show you your course You grope in the hope of a healing hand,that will sweep you off to a faraway land Finally, unheard you turn inwards and pause,seeking an answer, a reason, a cause Strangely, the turmoil begins to easethe voices in your head now seem to cease drawing from a source lying deep withinyou calm the storm, the raging din When slowly you realize how this came to bewhat was there all along, only now you can see.. The strength to liberate resides in your coreyou must delve in, to summon it
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  • duriyan
    sujata | 20-Jun-2017
    हर बार मैं सोचूं ये घाव पुराना भर गया होगा,मगर जब भी याद आया तू, तो हर वो ज़ख्म हरा हो गया... इन रिसते ज़ख्मों को वक़्त कभी सील न सका, नासूर बानी यादें तेरी, इनको उधेड़ता ही चला गया... छोटी सी इस ज़िन्दगी से कुछ वक़्त हमने चुरा लिया, परवाह तुझे ही कब थी , जो वक़्त को बेपरवाह करार दिया... सही या ग़लत तो हम थे, क्यों वक़्त का तकाज़ा कह दिया... मिलना ही अगर इत्तेफाक था तो दूरियों को क्यों नसीब कह दिया...  
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  • Indomitable XX's
    Manali Jobanputra | 02-Jun-2017
    Scarred souls, tortured minds,Broken hearts, yet determined,Undying strength and  undaunted courage,They smile bright hiding their rage. Wronged in every way,They fight to live another day,Showered with sorrow and torment,Yet  they spread love, like alluring scent. Giving up is never their choice,Valour is the sound of their voice,Deceived to believe in a fairyland,Hit reality; was a desert.. burning sand. Happiness was a mirage,Their lives ; a sabotage,Cloaking every scar,Dealing with humans bizarre. I Salute those brave souls,Two halves who make a whole,They stood strong beside,When the rest marred their inside. They are an inspiration,With a unique gene mutation,Their strength and courage is invincible,And the secret behind their Pinnacle. They deserve infinite love,And to be someone’s belove,I hope they find it soon,The cupid’s magical boon!  
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  • Lonely
    GOLAKAR | 30-May-2017
    sun sets across the morning sky shades of blue becomes colourless before it touches me my daily inadequacies forces the delusion of a red sky   i am on my own again, beginning to live through infancy is strange when you know the secret  it’s hard to act innocent   i have become old many times like the sea the water dashes against the shore with youthful hunger and lost in its own eroding rhythm, recedes searching for all possibilities in the old decaying mind the water goes back home…   i am tasting Love and it is testing me through times which could kill you with monotony a silence waiting to explode and looking for alleys and rivulets to translate into noise , there is no road left they have dug them all   there is no one left who can be a friend anymore rootlessness is making the world more singular the ancient stands against the emergent they have dug up all roads that could have kept the human civilization civilised on the
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  • 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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