Poetry For A Cause
हार गए तुम छोटी सी जंग मेंजीत गया क्या सब जग मेंघबराने से मिल क्या जाएगाक्या रो के तू सब कुछ पा जाएगामानव के तन मन पर भारीपड़ जाता है ये मानसिक बीमारीक्यों सोच कर बातों को तू घबराता हैअंधेरी रात में रोते-रोते सो जाता हैतुझ में वह शक्ति है यारीकर सकता है नष्ट तू…
समय की अदभुत रीति है, ये सिर्फ मुस्कुराहट नहीं कई दर्द भी देती हैं….शब्द से भी चुन कर जीवन में कई तरह के जंग लड़ने देती हैं! हजार बार भी हरा कर हर बार एक नई संरचना देती है, ये समय की सीमा है जो इसे इतना कीमती बना देती हैं।by Sakshee Mishra
I called my new found writer friend Jyot who is residing in Hyderabad. He said he was busy preparing dinner (His recipes of yummy dishes are popular on his insta handle too) I remembered him saying he was doing laundry when I had called him a few days back. He belongs to yesteryear’s Gen. I…
I’ve always had a fiery streak—quick to anger, quick to defend, and, unfortunately, quick to push people away. Looking back, I realize that anger was never just an emotion for me. It was my armor, my weapon, my coping mechanism. And for years, I thought it was helping me survive. But in reality, it was…
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A light left behind In the womb of the lantern a flame flickered, dancing, twirling around inHappiness. It swayed a gentle rhythm of light, flirting with the darknessAround it as if trying to embrace it. For a heartbeat “Muskaan Ganj” SeemedTo hold its breath as this small flame breathed life into the night. Ganpat’s fingers…
Yes, love happens.. just like that! At the drop of a hat, on a wink of eyes it happens. With no anticipation, no preparation it happens. Love won’t consider age, creed, religion or region. It just happens. I’m talking about the love between a man and a woman. We become judgemental and roll out…
अंतर्मन की चीख मां का दूध छुड़ाकर जब, अम्मा ने पानी पिलाया था, वो काम कर सके घर भर का, यह सोचकर मुझे रुलाया था, तब चीख रहा था अंतर्मन.. कुछ पूछ रहा था अंतर्मन… भैया को खिलौने नए-नए, मुझको मिलते थे रहे सहे, मक्खन, मलाई, फल, मिठाई, मेरे हिस्से सुखी रोटी ही आई, तब…
Just when I was about to leave, Fate pulled me by the sleeve… The stars did not fall from the sky, From her open hair, they slipped goodbye… My feet stood cold, Like a memory old… Me? Just a vagabond, With stories untold… She? Just a mystery, Yet untold… Her steps were slow, Like that…
A Story of Self-Discovery Greetings, dear readers! I’m Rabs, and today I invite you to delve into my musings. Welcome to my eclectic journal, a space where I unravel the unpredictable journey of life and explore how to cultivate an unshakeable spirit amidst the whirlwind of chaos. Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs…
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Flowers I love nature, like most of us do. The greenery and the freshness fill my soul with the serenity unexplainable. I love to click photos and exhibit them as looking at them repeatedly sort of gives a positive vibe to me. I love the lessons flowers impart. Below are some of them listed. …
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