• Poems

    Adolescent

    Hey little child, where are you going with a feeble mind?Stay in my arms, in front of me, where you are mine and I am yours, only. I will keep you safe, away from here in a world another. The world; It’s a treacherous place for a child to be alone.Duped smiles and hoax stories roam around, nasty souls with foul tongues are easily found.Oh, kid, it’s not a safe place to be alone, it is jinxed. They say some words to youand you forget all my lessons.Their words provide breath to youand then you suffocate in mine.All of a sudden you are a friend of them, and in only…

  • 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…

  • 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…

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