“Some childhood memories never grow old,They simply become echoes in our heart.” Laughter once rose with the morning sun,Little feet raced and games were begun.The swings whisper, the tall trees sway,Holding the sweet secrets of yesterday. A whistle once called us: “Come, it’s time!”And small victories felt like a mountain climb.We laughed, we fell, we … Read more
The tree is silent, quite still,A few leaves yellowing,All its fallen seeds. When the birds come into the tree,The branches tremble and thrill;Without birds, the tree is dead. The bird is the engine of the tree,And the tree becomes a machine of life;And when the bird launches awayTowards the infinite,Then the tree becomes silent once … Read more
कोरोना आया, कोरोना आया है, सबके लिए ख़तरा लाया है। मिलकर कोरोना को हराना है, घर से हमें कहीं नहीं जाना है। हाथ किसी से नहीं मिलाना है, चेहरे पर हाथ नहीं लगाना है। कोरोना आया, कोरोना आया है, सबके लिए ख़तरा लाया है। बार-बार अच्छे से हाथ धोना है, बार-बार सैनिटाइज़र लगाना है। घर … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more
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
