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Yaadein | Hindi Poetry
Yaadein | Hindi Poetry
देखि नहीं एक अरसे से उसकी तस्वीर कहीं,
न खनकी इन कानो में उसकी आवाज़ कहीं ,
लगता है वो रूह , अब रूमानी हो गई होगी,
झल्ली सी थी वो पगली , अब सयानी हो गई होगी .
सुनके उसे आज भी , सबके चेहरे खिल जाते होंगे,
वो मुस्कुराहट अब लोगों को और रिझाति होगी .
घुंघराली उसकी ज़ुल्फें , आज भी उसे झुंझलाती होगी,
उन्हें बांध के जुड़ा बनाने की समझ , पर अब उसने पा ली होगी .
खुद पे इतराना , उसे अभ भी भाता होगा ,
पर वो झुकी नज़रों की हया , अब उसने अपना ली होगी .
प्यार जताना उसे अब भी नहीं आता होगा ,
किसी को दिल से अपना के , इश्क़ की समझ उसने ज़रूर पा ली होगी .
सजने संवरने से उसको आज भी तौबा होगी ,
पर किसी की ख़ुशी के लिए , वो माथे पे बिंदिया ज़रूर चमकाती होगी .
जो छूट गया , वो कल उसे याद तो आता होगा ,
पर उस नमी को अब वो अपने नैनो में छुपाती होगी .
मेरी कहानियों की तरह , ज़िन्दगी अधूरी नहीं होगी अब उसकी ,
मेरे शब्दों की तरह , अब वो एक मुक्कमल कहानी हो गई होगी.
@रमता जोगी
Yaadein | Hindi Poetry
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Ab Jao | Hindi Poetry
Ab Jao | Hindi Poetry
Ab jab ja rahe ho, to bus jao,
Kuch bata ke mat jao, kuch jata ke mat jao.
Kuch samja ke mat jao, kuch buja ke mat jao,
Ab jab ja rahe ho, to bus jao.
Ye na socho ki kiski galti thi,
Kahan shuru hoi koi baat,
Kahan koi baat bigdi thi,
Kisne bahaye ashq, kisne dor thami thi,
Ek umeed mein kati, kisne sari zindagi thi,
Us adhure ishq mein, ab khud Ko aur mat dubao,
Ab jab ja rahe ho, to bus jao.
Ye na pucho ki kesa lagta hai?
Dard bhaari hai ya fir halka hai?
Kya raaton ko aati hai sukoon ki neend?
Ya ghaav dil pe kafi gehra hai?
Shabdon ke sahaare se, ab itni fikr mat jatao.
Ab jab ja rahe ho, to bus jao.
Na thamo, na thehro,
Na ruko, na kuch kaho,
Bhulo ab, ki kya khoya, kya paya,
Na karo mehsus, ki koi apna hua paraya,
Aaj ki khamoshi Ko apnao,
Kal ki awaazon Ko sapna samaj bhul jao.
Apni sachai Ko ek jhutha chehra dikho,
Ab jab ja rahe ho to bus jaoo.
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Ab Jao | Hindi Poetry
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Wine and You | Short story 9
Wine and You | Short story 9
Conclusion..
Her long hazel coloured nails tinkled, as her wrist softly moved, touching the wine glass. Her fingers made their way towards her fountain pen placed on the bunch of papers, with her eyes still looking on the screen. Rough sheets of papers lay scattered all over the table. The tinkling sound drew her attention away from her laptop towards her glass of wine. With a soft gracious smile on her face, she finally grabbed the glass. Meanwhile, she also picked the pen which was kept open on the last draft of her first poem for editing.
Reading the final draft and sipping the last drop of her wine made her realize that it was the 4th glass she had that evening and now she was not in a stage to have any more. In trying to make herself comfortable and focusing on the poem, she found yet another correction, and this was, as per her understanding, the last one. The comma got replaced by a semicolon. She edited the same on her laptop.
Somehow she was done with the poem. The poem was ready from her end and she wanted some of her close friends to read and review it. But as the night and the heaviness of the content demanded, she opted for the 5th glass of wine again. The solitude of being alone at home was pleasing her. She stood by the window and it was getting cold. The touch of the cold breeze was making her happy. The wine was kinking in. Suddenly the face went low, a few tears dropped and she started watching the stars.
Story behind
It was not only the wine that made her dull. It was Punit, in whose memories she was so absorbed that the tears came out. He came in her life as happiness to her existence. Her soul was at peace with her breaths, because of him. He made her look beautiful in her own eyes. He became her definition of love. But time and circumstances define the person you are and in no time, he left.
What went wrong or whose fault it was, were the questions that can be ignored when the end is not one she dreams off. He left, leaving her in search of the solitude she never wanted but is now all that she wants. She took to drinking. The girl whose love was defined by someone’s existence started living her life. Wine became a part of her. She had never drunk before Punit. Not even with her earlier boyfriends.
Slowly with wine came a time of self-realization. This lead to defining her in the smallest world of words. She started reading and playing with words.
Reliving the time with him, she tried to write. Pages after pages got lost in some corners of the room, making her realize how easy it was to live that life and how difficult it was getting to portray it on paper. Days passed and each rolled paper thrown in dustbin gave her a better meaning about herself.
The beginning..
Today, after filling the room with many such paper balls, she was finally with the draft of her first poem. The stars were now blinking at her, shinning and making her realize how beautiful she looks even without anyone praising her in the room. The darkness of night was no longer a sign of loneliness for her. It was peace and tranquillity now. The process of writing about her life made her a better woman. She understood those aspects of life, which she never felt while living them. Words made her a better person. They made her loving herself. Now, the 5th glass was supped. She smiled at the moon and thanked the stars for showing faith in her. She moved back to her laptop and titled her poem, “Wine and You” and sent to her friends.
That night she was in love with her existence even more, in relation to no one else. Moving back towards the bed, she slept with utmost peace. She got appreciated and published in International magazine and loved by all. Somehow, what the words in “Wine and you” did for her, was what the wine and the guy in her life were not able to do.
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Wine and You | Short story 9
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Rhyme | English Poetry
Rhyme | English Poetry
Let us not rhyme!!
Even life never does,
On a deserted road,
It’s always the left turn that draws you to right.
Let us not rhyme!!
Because nor do love,
It’s always the broken, scattered souls,
When held together, carves the beauty.
Let us be the cacophony!!
Mixed, chaotic and harsh.
Vague but still existing,
And eventually for a moment even it will sound melody.
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Nayan | Hindi Poetry
Nayan | Hindi Poetry
Ek nayan ke do tare,
Donno usko behadh pyaare,
Ruthe ek, to vo roye,
Dujhe ke dukh mein, dukhi hoye,
Dono taron ki apni bhasha,
Apni samaj, apni jigyasa,
Pagal, nathkat, nautanki donno,
Apne aasma mein chamakte rehte,
Chaand karta raat roshan,
Ye taare us roshni ko shobha dete.
Rehte pare vo ek duje se,
Methaas to unke sangam mein thi
Sundar the vo donno tare,
Chamak par unke man mein thi,
Pyaare hai vo mere tare,
Pyaara vo sansaar hai,
Raat ho jab in ke sang pyaari,
Subah ki kisko darkaar hai?
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Nayan | Hindi Poetry
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