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क्यूँ ना

क्यूँ ना
खुले दरवाजों से सर्द हवा
आती हैं,
सनसनाती कोई ऐसा राग
जो भुला ना पाये|

क्यूँ ना
डर लगता हैं अपनों सा
जैसे कोई लम्बी चोट
पर मरहम सा|

क्यूँ ना
सिर्फ प्यार ढूंढता हैं इन्सान
और मिन्नतों पर
बना देता हैं
खुदा इन्सान को||

Slumber

Again in this world
many citadels been made
where I could put my feet,
however ground is always oblivion
the sweet scent of Your effervescence
keep arriving,
filling me,
I am hindered
by my senses
yet the method
does not intoxicates,
and as I think of these kriyas
how You wake up, eat, sleep and slumber
I wish You would have known
how I wished to belong,
not to be neglected, to be loved.

Am I being selfish?

Intolerance but for what

Can you prepare medicine by reading on Internet? Can you help something by mere donating money to the cause? Can you run a restaurant by following online recipes?

Internet is an open portal where the knowledge is overflowing. However, no work is being equivalent. I remember Idea Mobile Internet ad where it is encouraged to help a near and dear but also strangers as possible.

Thus, the social conundrum which these celebrities have promoted like an uncontrolled flare is useless affair. 

It is sad they lacked insight, get panicked. Importantly, major stories like of Aarushi are presented as gossip but not epic prints on our century. There is no decorum. There is condition of unacceptability or intolerance. Intolerance is not about ignoring wrong thing happening. It is about having no faith in system, in our leaders, no matter at what speed the news are arriving.

The biases exist for certain because they rhetorically utilize personal law, not religion, not politics. They are un…

A Wrecked Heart

beyond the trees no sight of a forest only I am alone

sparse noise chanted the sky, all I could hear alike stars

if only I am drowned in love, can I find but a purpose

I move my limbs but not too much for attention

Paris attack made me think that despite the fragility of being a human, there is still yearn to follow everything in right manner. The other name of it is life. From an ignorance to enlightenment and karma, this series puts together a wrecked heart.
May God helps His people to keep sanity and be blessed!

Passage

Ants,
trails across the ground
disappear
into the footmark,
soil grain crumbles
the road, the sun grows
the remnants of my living
without a dwelling,
what shapes were
the walls,
and the direction of
deluge.

Tuning a Day

Five Winter Haiku

each bud
in a distance of bloom
desirous

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coveted space,
the parallel lines
blurred


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an hour
of the river away...
stroke noise


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two or three-some
the mist is all
to envelope


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staggering path
and the devout of
freedom

The Idea Behind "Footprints"

Originally published at Goodreads

Questions are the path which the modern women undertake. I remind of an ad here where a woman emphasis to do her job and not being a distraction. When we talk about feminism, overburdening ourselves thus in futile attempt to reach everyone affected. However, my experience has been different. I choose to rest, to think and to act. The helping hand behind my success might be number of resources but importantly I believe myself. 
Listening to one’s own instinct is basic to humans, why only women. The flaw limits however, because not every independent path is a right path. We learn from our experiences, our mistakes and thus, we become the results of our efforts.

Footprints is devised on the emotions communicated from the collective efforts of the women that mattered from history to those striving through contemporary dilemmas. Not every age and time tells us everything that runs in the foreground and background of our lives but it is worth to at least recog…

Flattering Peace

where
the chord has been left,
a playing flute's music
once again to step in,
has the time turned up
to his master
or
I have taken few pains
to my heart
unknowingly
and now midst the gadgetry
I have become the dissolution of
atoms and ions
I am not.

God's Precinct

O! Divine
I am bond to You
now when I have fulfilled my commitments
and the world is as dark as to begin with,
I seek the same,
from where I have arrived,
yet my path has differed
in the wants and desires.
I know of my cradle,
I know of the knowledge
whereas would I find the same peace.
There is no one to lift me
in my isolation
I live to judge.
Is this the kingdom of God
and to tell in ways unconvincing,
there are dreams.
The dreams are merrier
as the source
and now the dance of cosmic
is only visible to me
a pact is made
to bid away my gloom
a bit by bit
a part by part.

Shri Ganesh Chaturthi

The needs of the mortal,
what forgiveness one has to ask
the hands rise to the One-Tusked Lord,
what piety or what belief
to invoke the truthfulness of a being,
the earth may no longer be a grave of cravings,
to the whole ultimate self,
if may I could belong what path
O Lord! Riddance from the sins, frailties, of ignorance,
in whatever direction the trust should empower,
let the world be have that shinning light of yours.

Om Shantih, Shantih, Shantih

Thoughts Alone

Those fragmented by the thoughts only
should be the earth ruled by the conviction only
tested against,
but in favor of the best
should nothing be done
when a mother loses her life in lieu of her child,
when a kid is washed ashore,
when a gadget burst away a person's life,
it doesn't meant to be over
like a thought,
or a little of a better thought.

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