• Kavita,  Motivation

    Tu Ruk Mat

    Tu ruk mat, abhi toh bohot chalna hai.Zameen par tu hai aaj, tujhe shikhar tak pohochna hai. Abhi toh bas takraya hai kankaro se, tujhe toh pahado se ladna hai.Talab ki lehro se tujhe samundro me tairna hai.Tu ruk mat, abhi toh bohot chalna hai. Lage kaante bhi nange pao me, toh tujhe rakt se savarna hai,Yeh raasta hai kitaab teri, tujhe har mod par kuch samajhna hai,Dhoop ko bighona hai tujhe, baarish ko bujhana hai.Tu din ki roshni hai, tujhe raat me bhi chamakna hai.Tu ruk mat, abhi toh bohot chalna hai. Makhmal se bahar tujhe, jahadiyo me lipatna hai,Har mukaam par tujhe khud ko parakhna hai,Khwaabo me aayi…

  • Musings

    Kahin Kuch Kho Gaya Hai.

    Kahin kuch kho gaya hai shayad, Daudte hue kab nange pero me joote aa gaye, Kab khulli jebo par taale aa gaye, Kab poochna chhod kar, bataana shuruu ho gaya, Iss badlaav me shayad kuch ghum sa ho gaya. Shayad bachpana hi khoya hai, Yeh masoom ab kuch bada hua hai, Hasna chhod kar, muskurana shuru hua hai, Rona bandh aur dukhi hona maamuli hua hai, Itni baagdaudh me shayad mera bachpana hi kahin laapata hua hai. -Gaurvi Sharma कहीं कुछ खो गया है शायद, दौड़ते हुए कब नंगे पैरों में जूतें आ गए, कब खुली जेबो पर ताले आ गए, कब पूछना छोड़, बताना आरंभ कर दिया, इस बदलाव…

  • 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…

  • 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,  Short story,  Uncategorized

    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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