Poetry For A Cause
कभी दिल कहता है छोड़ दे ये नौकरी,साँस भरकर अपने सपनों की राह पकड़ ले।पर घर की दीवारें पूछ लेती हैं,“तेरे बिना चूल्हा कैसे जल पाएगा?”नौकरी छोड़ने का डर हर सुबह आँखों में उतर आता है,और हौसले का सूरज ढक सा जाता है।दिल चाहता है सच बोल दूँ, ग़लत को ग़लत कह दूँ,पर होंठों पर…
Hey, it’s Rabs here—back again with another deep dive into the messy, frustrating, and sometimes downright hilarious world of human emotions. Let’s talk about something I’ve struggled with for years: judgment. Why do we let people judge us? More importantly, why do we let their judgment define us? If you’re anything like me—someone who grew…
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Life is messy, unpredictable, and sometimes just plain unfair. I used to believe that happiness was something everyone else had figured out except me. That feeling of being left out, of being stuck in a dark, endless tunnel, became my reality for years.Depression isn’t just sadness. It’s an overwhelming weight that crushes you, making even…
Squinting my eyes, I woke up to the morning sunshine,Donned in the iron uniform beside the door,Mama hurriedly screamed, “Don’t miss the bus, you have to reach school on time!”Pink Bougainville, red gulmohars, Indian elms,Walking amidst the flower laden path, all trees dazzling like gems.Mithu! Rithu! – two white cranes pecking their food on the…
एक तरह का श्मशान घाट कम है इंसानों के लिए इंसान मरता है कई तरह एक जिंदगी जीने के लिए अलग होना चाहिएश्मशान घाट ज़मीर के लिए कुछ इंसान मरते बाद में है ज़मीर उनका पहले ही मर जाता है _________©️ डॉ हितेंद्र मेहता
Do I proclaim myself to be a writer?Do I really qualify to be the one? Do my writings appease others or not? Do I have that grit and resolve to stay here? This Monachopsis of being a writeris A dilemma for me constantlyThe dubious cluttered mind of minekeeps on pricking my conscious I feverishly search…
one day I find my pathby my own.one day slowly or steady I will win the race. one day I will get what I deserveone day my day will come, and everything comes to me on a perfect timeby Palak Arora
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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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…
