• Kavita

    Bantwaara

    Do kadam ki doori hai bas, Aur vahan rehta mera bhai hai,Paraye bhi juda na kar sake jisey,Uss rishtey me dooriya apno ne laayi hai. Arey unn din toh hum garam halaaton me bhi, mauj me hua karte the.Shhor tha sheher me toh hum mandir-mazjido me shaanti dhoonda karte the.Mai subah pooja me yaad karta unhe, voh har shaam namaz padha karta tha,Naa khuda milta, naa ishwar hum aapas me hi sukoon paaya karte the. Bandha hua tha desh jab, aur hum khul kar sapne dekha karte the,Vahan uss kone me hogi dono ki ek dukaan, befazul naam bhi rakha karte the.Ghar ird gird hi the, kabhi voh maa ki…

  • 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…

  • 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

    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…

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    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,…

  • Poems

    An Older Childhood

        At an age of 80, My boyhood is back, Unleashed from duties, Divorced with stress. Heart craves for junk, Playing with kids seems fun, Mind innocently thinks, And I often forget my things. I weep a lot, Sometimes without a rhyme, or on a random thought. I laugh intensely, Even try to interpret serious things humorously. I love being surrounded, Suddenly an extrovert I have become, Loneliness scares me, The more, the merri-er. I want my mother every second, Just I can’t have her, But on every dear diary moment, I wish I was with her. I get sick easily, I need utmost care, I wish to rise…

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    From One Sibling To Another

    You made me believe I was an adoptee, Who was found in between the litter, Scavenging food with unknown three, But you loved me like a real brother. I loathed you for being annoying, You hated me for the same, I could never found a reason to love But you taught me there is love in hate. You never moved when I needed a favour, You never promised me the sky, But you were there when I was about to die. I never heard a praise from you, I am ugly, lazy, crazy according to you. But proudly, bragging about me I have seen you. Yes, you annoy. Yes, my…

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    The Undelivered Letter

    This is a fictional letter from an adult son who lives in a different city, to a mother. Haan hai fikar mujhe, Bohot kam nahi zyada hai, Kaise batau khone ke khyaal se bhi, Phoot-phoot ke rona aa jaata hai. Mann karta hai ki har waqt saath rahoon, Ek pal bhi zindagi kaa jaane naa doo, Rahoon saath, mehsoos karoon, isi waqt ka aanand loon. Par jakad kar rakh rakhaa hai kuch zimmedariyon ne mujhe. Yaad hai mujhe bachpan ka har ek kissa. Dil me basa hai sab mere, Haan Karta hai mann ki jee paau vaise hi. Saath hou tumhare, mamta ki chaav mein, Bina kisi chinta, kisi tanaav…

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