• Poems

    The Trapped Bird

    To my whim to fly, My heart nods a yes While my owners deny. My wings striving to take my first flight, Unfortunately, I am prisoned in a golden cage tight. I wonder when did I sell myself, In return, I got nothing but a gold cage, Is my worth lower to a rummage? Till the last day of my life, Will this monotonous be my life’s page? The sky above enchants me to Break the bars, Get no victory, left with scars, Trees are obnoxious about my arrival, What outside the home, will be my boon to survival? Sky rains, shine, tires and sleep, I here stare into the…

  • Musings

    Quote-ur-day!

    II. Bijli nahi hai ghar me, Tab bhi padh liya karte hai, Voh bhavishya se aasha rakh kar, Kitaabo me apni roshni dhoonda karte hai. – Gaurvi Sharma बिजली नहीं है घर में, तब भी पढ़ लिया करते है, वो भविष्य से आशा रख कर, किताबो में अपनी रौशनी ढूंढा करते है. -Gaurvi Sharma   Have a nice day! You can catch me up on- Instagram- Instagram| Gaurvi Sharma Instagram|MarkMyLetters Facebook- Gaurvi Sharma See you there! –

  • Poems

    An Ode To Fathers!

    Jeb mein paise kam, Dil mein pyaar zyada hai. Bachche ki harr maang se, Papa ka dil pighal jaata hai. “Saare tere sapnon ko kishton mein poora kar doonga, Kuch waqt dede mujhe beta, Iss duniya ko teri mutthi me bhar doonga.”   Jaane kyun log papa ke naam se kaanp jaate hai, Unke aakrosh ki narmahat shayad voh naa baanp paate hai. Halki si daant bhi pita ki, humein kuch yuh sanwaar deti hai, Kuch boojhi-uljhi si zindagi ko humaari, ek saaf mod dikha deti hai.   Vishwas naa ho itna sachcha karte hai papa pyar tumse, Chaahe toh rahe khud sukoon se; magar itni mehnat kar, din bhar…

  • Musings

    Quote-ur-day!

    Hey everyone! From now onwards I’ll be posting a quote here every Saturday.  Here’s the one for today. सालों के इंतज़ार में आज को तुम खो दोगे, कितने आज को मिला कर ही तो तुम्हारे सालों बाद वाला कल ज़िंदा  है. Have a great day! You can catch me up on- Instagram- Instagram| Gaurvi Sharma Instagram|MarkMyLetters Facebook- Gaurvi Sharma

  • Poems,  Social Awareness

    #JusticeForAsifa

    In what world do we live? Is it the hell that we reside in? What did we do? What were our sins? That we are surrounded by demons, As in our people, our kith, and kin. I wonder what a kid would have done. A young life with dreams within, She must be had hopes to change the world, But how in seconds, her existence got changed by the evil. My mother held my wrist, Right before opening the main door, Handled me my weapons, Didn’t let me go without my armor, The fear of her killed our freedom, Hindranced our ways, Chained our hearts; the fear of demon. Life…

  • Poems

    The Dream Road

    Hey everyone! This one is about a girl who has two options in front of her. One is wanted by her, other by her kith and kin. Let’s see what she chooses.   In front of her, There were options two. One to shine in the eyes of the known, Other to make her hero of her own. Less traveled the path another was, And hectic the road not of her dreams was. The path she wanted to choose, Did nothing but stare, Against to which she was, People pushed her into its sphere. The push was in the path unwanted, The other was as free as air. Oh, how…

  • Poems

    Victims of Inhumanity

    The poem is dedicated to people who are suffering the crisis in Syria. The speaker of these lines is a child who was killed in the war. The poem is written in the form of an address to his mother who died too. Agar khul jaaye neend tumhari, Toh mujhe bhi jaga dena maa, Kaafi chhote khaai hai maine, Zara marham unn par laga dena maa, Sehma mera mann hai maa, Thoda, thapthapa dena, Zakhm nahi par, dard jaega, Tumhare sparsh se, Shayad mera dard kam ho jaega maa. Garam swadishth khaana, Apne haatho se bana dena maa. Bhook lagi hai bahut, Tum pyaar se khila dena maa. Pehle ki…

  • Poems

    Words Of An Unborn Child

    In the womb of the mother, Inside my first home, I feel so loved, I feel so secured. Contented with the love Showered by my loving ones, I kick a little harder, Look, how happy they have become! Says dad, he will be a football-er. I wonder how my father knows I am he? My identity is even unknown to me. I may be a boy they adore or a girl of whom they never thought. Every now and then there’s a hand to caress my shield, to show love to; to bless, my little body in the building process. They care, and love me a lot, wish, I reach…

  • Uncategorized

    Everyone has got an English fever.

    Let me start with an incident that happened some days back. I was with my friend (Let’s call her ‘A’) and A’s friend (Let’s call her Mandodra) in a cafe. The table was embellished with half-filled coffee cups, devouringly eaten food. We were casually chit-chatting in Hindi. Mandodra notices her ex-classmate entering the cafe. She waves a hello and beckons him to come. He came near us. All of a sudden, she started talking in English- in a fake accent. Mandodra- Hey! Long time no see. Ex-Classmate(Smiles)- Hello, Yes. M- Howz you? What’s going on in your life? The boy took time in replying. He was hesitant to reply in English. M- Ok,…

  • Random

    Random

    Hello, Everyone! Have you ever wondered why don’t we all look same? Don’t bring in Science. Would there be beauty if all did look same? No. Diversity is beautiful, its unique, it’s amazing. Would not it be mundane to look same faces, sizes, colors around? Respect diversity. Different flaws are making us differently beautiful. Do not try to hide them or kill them, flaunt them. ♥ Have a great day, beautiful people! 🙂

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