खुद की पहचान | Ganesh Sahu

नजर में थी बहुत से खुशियों की ख्वाहिशें,

पर गला घोंटकर उनका, दूसरों के सपने पूरे करता रहा।

पता नहीं दूसरों के सपने पूरे करते-करते, मैं खुद को कब भूल गया।।

आईने में खुद को पहचान नहीं पा रहा था,

सब धुंधला सा दिख रहा था।

पता नहीं कब दूसरों को देखते-देखते, मैं खुद को कब भूल गया।।

अपने कर्तव्य को लेकर मैं, दूसरों के लिए जीता रहा,

दूसरों की जिम्मेदारियों को निभाता रहा।

पता नहीं दूसरों की जिम्मेदारियों को निभाते-निभाते, मैं खुद को कब भूल गया।।

जीवन में दौड़ा जा रहा था, अपने लक्ष्य को हासिल करने के लिए,

और दूसरों को सफलता तक पहुँचाता रहा।

पता नहीं दूसरों को सफलता तक पहुँचाते-पहुँचाते, मैं खुद को कब भूल गया।।

सबको खुश करने में खुद को कुर्बान कर दिया,

दूसरों के लिए अपने वादे तक को न्योछावर कर दिया।

पता नहीं कब दूसरों के वादों को पूरा करते-करते, मैं खुद को कब भूल गया।।

अपने लिए वक्त कम था पर, हर सुख-दुख में सबका साथ निभाता रहा।

पता नहीं दूसरों के लिए वक़्त निकालते-निकालते, मैं खुद को कब भूल गया।।

अब समय है वापस लौटकर, खुद को खोजने का,

अधूरे सपने पूरे कर, स्वयं की पहचान बनाने का।

अपने और मात्र अपनी खुशी के लिए जीने का।

Insane Beauty | Shikha Sharma

Her unending youth with Winsome smile,

Solitary flights O’ Her majesty so high,

Red Dreamy eyes nearly of falcon’s eyes,

Pale pink lips allying cherries of Spring,

Rosy cheeks popping with Glow,

Her beaming youth relishing deciduous flings,

Distracting the minds and stinging the hearts,

Destroyed by imp yet sheltered by angels,

Rugged path but divine’s guard,

Dreamer, achiever, roaring high touching the sky!!

The art of letting go | Krishnasree R B

Your words hurt my heart

But your silence kills my soul

Your actions make me cry

And your intentions break my mind

Your lies crumbles my emotions

And your treachery hurt my feelings

Your empty eyes shatters my hope

And your grin destroys my endurance

Painful yet i realise

It's time that I let you go

When Terror Strikes | Leena Rose

Little souls that fluttered by,

Little hearts that shuddered and ceased,

What price you paid,

For no sin of yours!

Who stained your play-ground red?

Who ripped your veins in sleep?

Who charred your tender frame

And shattered your million dreams?

…………………..

Pounds of flesh you scoop,

For the crime of yester-years;

How much more you’ll need

To balance their deeds?!

Was this done for your fathers?

Your fathers watch in pain,

What their sons do in vain ;

To establish an empire,

You turned to a vampire!

Was this done for your children?

Your children step back, at the smell of blood,

Your holy waters could’ nt erase.

In the silence of the night, fear engulfs,

For they know the rule,

‘Blood seeks Blood’.

Was this done for your God?

Didn’t He make in detail, for Him to reside,

What you just destroyed;

More intricate were they

Than the temples, for Him you made.

Was this done for you?

When dawn breaks, you laugh in mirth and glee,

When dusk falls, you sob for sleep and peace,

Leaving a living corpse,

Next to whom you killed.

…………….

What pleasure lies amidst the screams?!

If you can’t walk hand in hand,

Split your path than slit their throat;

If you can’t stay side by side

Make walls, as high as heavens,

For Peace to reside on either side.

For, each time that Terror strikes

It’ s seed is sown in innocent minds.

Retaliations are like reflections

When a mirror faces another.

The monster- all she had -Aanvi Kapoor

The gulps. They flash in front of my eyes every time I close them I feel the stings still, burning me, more than I remember the clem

Indelible. I know I used to block the blows and words, close my eyes,

What I don’t, is when I quit it. When I started accepting them without the cries.

I never stopped hugging my legs, afflicting my skin, yanking my hair, I do it still. Though I did stop yearning for things and did start curbing my will.

You so wanted me to bleed from both, my veins and eyes,

To not only break into but destroy the place where my love lies. I used to think you didn’t want to do it, ruin me,

But how does it matter? You knew I would NEVER break free. Your face. It didn’t just haunt me, it became a part of me.

Something I see in everyone holding me back from everything I want to be.

Scared. I remember being terrified of turning into you,

Morphing into something that would make me scared of myself, stepping into YOUR shoe. I took vows, to never get close to anyone, wishing this pain to no one else

Seeing some similarities I thought I would take your place when your soul melts. I feel ashamed but i realise now, it wasn’t a terror of becoming you

It was the fear of losing you, a monster that was all this little girl had.

Emotions Classified and Prioritized by Gender!- Amit Verma

Para 1 - ~~ Ruthless Discourse ~~ “Say Thanks to God

That I had been so kind Else I would have called the police

For my mental humiliation and malice”

In few seconds of talking, it came as a bolt from blue!

Never imagined past moments painted in such dark hue!

But I had no time to rue

I had to be a positive listener to all her complains What boys cannot, they say, girls can sense

And somehow I was confident, our love will triumph!

I was yearning for months to speak

Who was with me till few days back, now not willing to meet Amidst blockade by her, in all means to connect

But for one time only on call, she agreed to relent This opportunity looked like a god send

With every second, potentially be life changing moment I wanted to emphasized, how much we loved each other

Take her through, as to how I can make amends How things can be simplified

And how we can live, as we had originally envisioned As I was finding difficult to comprehend what she just said

She continued her high words “If you still don’t agree for divorce,

I will put the case for dowry and mental harass” “Why are you even thinking of something non-existent?”

I quipped, thinking how this could even come in her thoughts “Also, how can you prove it, as it is false?”

It was met with a disturbing silence Only if she had not given in, to misuse laws

There would not have been sound of ruthless tramples But she took the bait, and became sinister

Since she had an idea, emotions are classified and prioritized by gender!

Para 2 - ~~ Hope met with Resistance ~~ These expletives were enough to made my heart sinking

My raw emotions oozing to come out, now shrinking But something I cherished all these days long

I could not let it perish, due to some misunderstanding I felt the urge to emphasize, her importance in my life

“Hello, are you listening?”, my words echoed on the phone line “It’s not even a year, and only being few months

And our good moments easily outclass our problems Let us try to mature more together,

And get away if these issues persist”

I was still hopeful, if I can take her into good old days It will bring in better vibes

I asked, if there is at all, any need to reprise old settled points

But her replies only reflected the case of wrong intents being disguised “Only few days back, you said you can’t live without me

Now how can things worsen to this low What do I believe, words said in love then

Or said in anger and haste now?”

As I showed my despair for first time, she remained silent Silence, which were now playing loud in my ears drums!

How I wanted to replay our moments of love and grace Of shared dreams and to the places we went

But I was thrown out of that love realm into the sludge Struggling to answer first, those ugly conundrums

She then narrated couple of instances where we had argument Stressed, that we were on different tangents

And how she decided giving it a deep thought

And she can’t live with me now, under same house Her motive was now clear for having a call

To let me know strongly, that she will not come back It’s not that I didn’t give leeway to her decision

All I was looking for; we both give a fair chance for unison All decisions taken, to differ and wither

are seen as an upliftment of the greater gender Oh! how often it is ignored in general

emotions being classified and prioritized by gender!

Para 3 -~~ Hate Wins Over Love ~~ I had thought diligently after she left,

How I can keep her happy and a good bond Already asked this difficult question to myself many times

If it’s my ego which wants her or my compassion And since my soul have always echoed the latter

I wanted to ask her, if she has same sentiments I realized talking on phone is not making the impact

I have to meet her face to face to bring her back I continued, “If I can meet you once,

I can give my vision to live together How we can be good soulmates

And let love survive and bloom in all weathers” Brushing aside option to meet, she thundered!

“I am not coming back, and divorce is the only way forward” If I don’t comply, how things for me can be worsened

How the laws will help her, and put me under prison Now as she was fixated to only talk of separation

I was stuck again, if it really was love or false sense All the moments good or bad flashed again and inundated

But my soul again found, I still yearn for her presence! Honestly, I was shaken, as I had never imagined such a situation

My love being called hollow and I incompetent I mustered all the courage again

Trying to douse those negative flames The pain of talking like a stranger to your beloved

Made those seconds passed by, in severe pain I asked, “don’t let the marriage fall so meekly”

She countered, “it’s better to get out of it quickly” I said again,” but small differences cannot be the basis”

She replied, “I had done enough which I could”

I pleaded, ““Please don’t be adamant, isn’t it easy to break than to nurture? how much enough is really enough, shall not it be decided mutual?”

She started yelling now, calling out bad names How big blot I am, which ruined her fame

Was that unabated insult, a punishment for persevere?

More so because she knew, emotions are classified and prioritized by gender!

Para 4 - ~~ From Bad to Worse – Disappointment ~~ Taking my resistance offensive

She continued her tirade Partially to kill my hopes, for once and all

So that I am less and less attached She raged, how I was not fit for her

And how under her feet, lie our relation trodden How the ladies have been victimized

And for decades they have to bear the brunt She disgruntled, “And I am financially independent,

I don’t need you in any situation” Why on earth, did she generalized

To sins of generations, was I marginalized?

Clearly, I had a bruised ego to nurse

As my self-esteem was assassinated Barely collecting all courage, I asked

“We decided, never ever money will rule over our love?” She ignored the love word again and muttered

That it’s better for me to agree or face dire outcomes She then threatened to hang up the phone screaming

“You are to blame for all this mess”

“If there is something for you to improve as well?”, I mumbled It was met with a line cut

For my life, this conversation was a moment of truth Where I had to convince her, for life long stay put

I knew I love her still, more than she could think

That we were a normal couple, with situations testing our love glue But my only chance to talk to her had gone haywire

That I could not make her believe and synchronize That disappointment, was killing me thousand times

As well as the feeling that it was now a love, from one side And that was not all

My own mind was my enemy now, killing me with hard questions For the helplessness I felt all this while, kept replaying inside!

Which my soul just could not fathom

Only if society around was equally helpful to my fears and tears And emotions not classified and prioritized by gender!

Para 5 -~~ Brutal Realization ~~

I was expecting serious complains but not this much hate, My brain faded, my thoughts jaded, my face paled

It was getting hard to remain unaffected to her cussing

More so to gently nudge her, wherever she was lying Being pierced by these wordings

How long can my emotions sustain these bleedings?

I began to perceive, if requesting her to come back is now futile

As my repeated requests was only met with anger dipped in guile!

May be she has travelled far away in her mind

Or being influenced by someone she trusts but have evil designs Or may be to change her decision she has taken

She doesn’t have the mental flexibility and strength Or simply she has better plans for life

Where I may be a small or big, but an impediment May be emotions got receded

Career and independence got superseded But how to ask if these factors were to be preceded

When by her own will, she decided to get married?

The whole discourse has changed

Instead of moving ahead, it became about how to defend

The dreadful thought which I was burying under my pillow every night Came to fore

That we will be separated forever

And she will not be mine anymore!

And in my quest to reignite true love inside her

Cannot imagine, the burden of my aged parents suffering endlessly in court And she knew she can break free without being asked any questions

As she knew, emotions are classified and prioritized by gender!

Para 6 - ~~ The Hell Aftermath ~~

Jury was evidently out, in undertone of discussions with my friends, her friends And that of lawyers alike

While some clearly said, that girls generally try to save relations Rightfully, laws entrust and protect women’s voice

Others said, be it society or laws They have anti-man psyche

It is ok, if she discards marriage and use words like independence

And all words from boys are labelled as dismal display of male chauvinism Although a personal trauma, but could easily relate with boys

who go through similar belittling and intimidation

I ask, who will be responsible for putting boy’s life on public shame and tenterhooks When girls misuse the laws and boys are vilified?

While facing these internal downslides, by hard way I realized

Yes, not always boys are wrong and not always girls are right It’s no surprise, when I looked around, I found

trapped in many fake cases, many boys committed suicide Isn’t it akin to killing parents of those boys as well

Against such biased laws, cannot we all stand unite?

While each case has it uniqueness, merits-demerits Judging by gender is utterly dangerous crime

Because whoever made grave mistakes or said fatal words Doesn’t matter after a time

It takes life out of both of them

When marriage gets destroyed

Now world looking like an unending black hole Neither me nor my soul get pacify

The irony is, I love and hate her in same moment

Recall good moments as well as repulsive swipes It can be termed as madness or depression

Whatever it is, it has thrown me out of my senses and pride I am not dead per say

eating, sleeping and working as per my routine But deep within me, my mind is able to realize

My fervor for life had gone into a deep slumber or already died!

Dear judges, lawyers, society, or estranged wife

Love gone astray, but can anyone of you please return or repair my zest for life?

Please wake up, make the laws gender free

Marriages will be less of turmoil, and saved from the fatality more importantly But before that happens, please remember

In today’s world, emotions are classified and prioritized by gender!

Someone — on edge of a bridge - Malik Suhail Gulal

I hold someone’s hand and someone’s hand,

freezing like stigma — seeping into my marrow.

I shrill, stop, stop!

Let’s stroll down to that riverbank

and forget what’s done to breathe freely.

Gulp your fears and shed tears till you are

soaked in solace. Shh! talk to me

not yet meander in the meadows

of silence or speak to the river.

River, rushing yet loving listener

unlike people with half-baked advices

Unfold your tongue to dissolve

your tight tucked traumatic secrets into

water or let big fishes swallow them

Someone,   speaks a language of long     sighs —

tears tumbling together to  k n i  t 

syllables to speak of sorrows,

of deepest despairs, unseeable   

and of screaming songs,  unheard

like a voiceless bird rippling

in a waterless pond

Someone sobs, se le ep —

   re

          stl

                   ess.     Sleep, sinking dream of my eyes. 

My dream’s eyes are night owls     hooting

on axed boughs of life.

I am silent like sea and   this silence, a sparrow stuck

in my chest and before I tell you, solitude is my home

I strew in sickness of self that seeps in as prolonged chill —

tumults like heavy hollowness, like promises, never kept

and juicy words, never meant

Someone holds my hand and my hand, trembling —

Listen. You listen, blue thoughts are doorless homes

and doorless homes, prisons.

Their glances thunder my body. My body isn’t

a dirty river.           

Silent sufferings, you know,   are,   

are climatic changes,  bringing floods through

dry seas and sunsets  appear in the afternoon

Someone flops.

                                  Stumbles.  

Chokes.  

                    Screams, and

 unfreezes

ice-covered agonies from heart’s peak

like sad snowman slipping slowly and slowly

from the snow-clad mountains of Sonmarg,

and hued landscapes embracing one to their bosom,

wounded.

Sobs again and says,  

beneath my shiny skin like glowing snow on glaciers 

lies the gashed earth: unseen, unheard, and unloved 

I hold someone’s, hand

and someone’s hand, cold

like human ears for listening, 

    the unspoken.

I didn’t grasp a hand, I swear!

But I craved to hold;   

a hand,               a young life,  

                 drowning

                                                                          breathless.

Changed my Color- Shreya Litoria

Tired of hiding,

Disguising,

Being a Chameleon in this rainforest,

Just for the sake of surviving.

Figuring in every hinge,

Truly I am just evolving.

Calming, not my soul this time,

But my oozing blood vessels this while.

Differing from one another,

Winding up my head,

Learning the mischief of people there.

How can a blooming flower die overnight?

How can a thorn stay wild for life?

How can light not reach my sight?

But feeling everything bright,

I woke up to take another fight.

Tired laid on the soil,

Strengthening,

Foregoing,

Living,

Breathing,

I changed my color for long for first time.

Cascade of Tickets -Rajasi Raj Rajeshwari

(Enter Darkness)

‘Tis only the first floor of the tower on which thy breath rests,

Crash, Crack, Collapse, Collide,

There’s more to me;

Deeper than the coffin that held death for thee,

Wilder than the howling wolves,

Of thy beaten paper crease…

(Enter Death)

‘Tis not just the rusted cars that screech a new tire,

The poisoned telephone booths call in conversations hushed and macabre.

Late lights of somnolent towns

Beating in a crow’s eye like punched pages of sonnets,

Show ghosts of summers sultry,

Vampires of smiles perfectly sketched…

Dive into the grave, will you?

This infinite fall, ‘tis stupid to think,

That we shall play,

A past game with you.

(Enter)

(Enter)

(Enter)

Pick the dots, I place them right,

Tie threads round them, curl a snake’s fang to imprison,

Bind…

Blood in ink

Do I chart my pieces correctly?

Is the ear, the eye?

The teeth a crown, the hands a distorted mind?

Dream in this death, Dream in this darkness,

Dream;

There’re wonderful things I might see,

Old stars, a forgotten astrology,

The maddening movie of greyed peace...

(Typewriter dings)

(A voice of knife slashing paper rings, “Message for thee! There’s a message for thee!”)

A ticket falls, like the corpse of a leaf…

Theatre Theatre Theatre

Midnight Twilight 12

(Enter an unknown voice silky)

So, grab your popcorn, call the codes of our scarlet seats your own,

Spin, whirl, a haunted projector,

Applause!

Here comes magician Darkness!

There lying in wait, joining him now, is illusionist Death!

Welcome to their eternal theatre,

To this secret hideout, where tonight, the most talented of all do feature!

Pace your hearts to our haunted marches,

Draw your eyes grey, tick-tock,

tick-tock

Tick-tock- wish on our night watches

‘Tis time to start again!

‘Tis time to start again!

‘Tis time to start again!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

(Enter Darkness)

Malaise- Ijjya Priyadarshini

Things have changed from what they've been.

And my pain of repentance is in the world unseen.

My fascinations once brought me glee,

But now lost, they've left me full of apathy.

And now, like a lonely lover, I lament.

The choices I made yesterday, I repent.

I feel like I'm in a state of stupor.

My whole being, pervaded by a dreamy languor.

Time wears on, 

It ticked away.

I tried catching up-

But I was led astray.

And since came the despondency, it's slowly creeping by,

Wickedly sneers at me, the Grim with its scythe.

Moments ago, my future was in sight,

Like the strongest allotrope of carbon—all clear and so very bright!

Though, now that I look at what lies ahead,

All I can see is gloom and murk.

Through memory lane, when I stride,

The yore of glory, I hark back to with pride.

I feel satiated; I feel gratified.

I reckoned the damage to be minor

Figured I might spare a glare-

Oh, wasn't that a grave error?

Poor pride had been stripped bare.

At myself, 

this made me fret.

"Guillotine me", I thought.

Just rip off my head!

If there's one thing I fear, I fear oblivion.

And of my laxity, I predict repercussions.

Recklessness has robbed me-

I'm now doomed to be forgotten.

I've now become "a part of the crowd."

With a spurious smile, my wounds, I shroud.

I long to start all over again-

But that's just a whim.

A whim-

It's all in vain...

And there's no one, no one but myself to blame.

There are people who, for the moment, make me forget

All my pain and regret

But clearly, they too expect!

Can't unsee those eyes, glutted with hope...

But me? All I do is mope.

Help me, dear Lord! I'm stranded-

Stranded in a world of chaos and confusion,

Drowning the youth into

What do they call it? Depression?

And every night, I struggle to sleep.

I lay in bed

With nothing to do

Just lay in bed.

Staring at the ceiling

It's as dark as my world and as blank as my mind.

I wonder where life has brought me.

It makes me pretty uneasy—my malaise

It makes it really hard to breathe.

It fills my heart with anxiety.

And leaves the night bereft of sleep.

Leaves the night bereft of sleep.

I'm a Nurse- Tripty Sahai

I'm a nurse, I have to be strong!

"I'm your nurse today how are you feeling now? "

A human with hidden emotions,

looking after people, caring for them.

Anything happens, I'll be there

The pain you feel, I feel it too.

Tears in your eyes are in mine too.

A girl looked at me held my hands

"Please save my mother", she said

I stood there still and cold

when I imagined myself in her place.

I'm a nurse, I have to be strong!

So, I consoled her, " It's gonna be okay. "

Just another day my senior yelled,

"Have you not learned anything yet! "

When I tried to ask something.

Feeling dumb, my hands shivered,

losing all the confidence I had.

Just when I started to hold up,

"Zero clinical experience" she whispered

But, I'm a nurse.

I have to be strong and I will be

Even if it means wiping tears in sideroom

Walk out like nothing happened.

Holding my held up I'll be asking again,

"How are you feeling now? "

MY BEAUTIFUL STORY THAT NEVER LIVED🩶- Pradhiksha . R. B

Two worlds, two lives;

one dead and one alive.

Hoping we could align in some dimension,

in a pace where everything is slow, and

in a space where everything is true,

just so, with the comma, we can continue.

or

It could rather be a surrealistic genjutsu,

where being alive is a bane;

And all I want is to hear your name,

just to feel as if I'm sane.

After all, it's all in my head,

with a question followed in the end.

"Did I give anything in your life that you can cherish or is it too late?"

'Cause you are my best friend that I ever had,

who loved me even when I hate.

I believe you are the green to my black,

And when the hue doesn't make sense or

that ever did subsist,

all I could see is a tint of you that exists,

and the tint of me that ceased to exist.

With every silence I sit with and

every sigh that I try to skip,

It all talks about you,

And all I wanna say is "I MISS YOU".

Fire, rain and ashes- Varsha Gandla

Unknown; for years,

You've set fire to my pyre.

Unaware; I breathed it all in

And now I exhale ashes.

They pile around me. Never ceasing.

Yet, an unquenchable rage burns

deep in my lungs to the bones.

How do I soothe it?

Hopeless,

I raged at the sky

And it rained pain.

To soothe me or to drown me?

Now you accuse me of getting lost.

But, where are you searching for me?

In my melting bones or drifting ashes?

I am dark and scattered.

A sinking ship that's struck by the lightning.

It is hard to recognise me,

But if you must,

Find me before I vanish.

But you will not.

Cause, this is endless.

And you are ever the same.

The Tale Untold- Nandhana SG

Huh?

You want to say something?

I can’t hear you dear

That’s okay, let’s try again

We’ve got time, relax!

(A song permeates the silence)

“Say it out loud,

shout it until your throat is sore

till every part of your body and soul remembers

why you loathed your childhood.

Don’t stop your wailing heart,

don’t just stand there and whisper

Screech till the devil’s ears shatter

-The one who thinks you’ll stay silent

-The one who thinks it’ll die with you

Don’t hold back any more tears,

let them free from bondage

scream till you get it all out

every single detail, all of it

the innocence,

the realization,

the burial,

the ignorance

the hate,

the pain,

the fear and

the acceptance of

all those tears you never showed.

In a game of hide and seek

You poor child!

You didn’t know there was no seeker

you were just a child,

nobody believed you back then

nobody saw your bloody memories

So howl like there’s nothing to lose.

Now that you are a fierce adult

ask the world your questions,

hammer into their moronic brains

that you were just a child,

that you deserved to be protected,

that your glasses should’ve been rose tinted,

not bloodstained,

and that you didn’t ask to be brought

into this grotesque world.

Too young to know devils were people

who touched you as they wished

you had no choice in any of it

not back then, but now?

The little child’s all grown up

Well, Why are you still mumbling?

This moment is yours

yell as loud as you can

let the world shudder in shame

that they made a dire mistake

But, you

You don’t have to be sorry dear,

you should never be,

you were just a child

It wasn’t your fault”

(The song fades into a deep breath)

Are you ready to speak ?

“Yes.”

‘एक औरत की ज़ुबानी’- Harshita Yadav

ट्रिगर चेतावनी: यह कविता महिलाओं के ख़िलाफ़ होते उत्पीड़न और शोषण के ऊपर निर्धारित है।

‘एक औरत की ज़ुबानी’....

बेटी, पोती, बहन, बीवी, बहु, भाभी, माँ, सास, दादी, नानी

अपनी खुद की पहचान भूलकर,

हर पल एक नयी पहचान मैंने दिल से है मानी

लेकिन फिर भी,

तूने अपनी हदें ना जानी

हमेशा की तूने अपनी मनमानी।

क्या बच्ची, क्या लड़की, हर औरत ने दी है तुझको क़ुर्बानी !!

आख़िर क्यूँ… तूने मेरी क़ीमत ना पहचानी ?

आख़िर क्यूँ तूने मेरी क़दर ना जानी ?

काश तूने एक बार सोचा होता,

काश तुझे भी वो दर्द हुआ होता।

ओह...मगर कहते हैं कि मर्द को तो दर्द नहीं होता,

ये बात तो तूने बराबर जानी,

मगर तू कैसे भूल गया कि

तुझे इस दुनिया में लाने वाली भी थी एक जनानी !

फिर कैसे पहुँचायी तूने एक औरत और उसके सम्मान को हानि ?

कैसे तूने अपनी निगाहें अपनी बच्ची जैसी पर तानी ?

कैसे की तूने अपनी बहन से छेड़खानी ?

क्या कभी सोचा है तूने कि तेरे इन आँखों से किए गए हमारे शरीर के स्कैन ने

हमारी रूह को है कितनी ठेस पहुँचायी,

हर उस पल में हमें खुद से है कितनी घिन्न आयी।

तेरी एक छूअन ने

हमारे दिल में एक ऐसी आग लगायी,

जिसमें मैं खुद ही जलकर, अपनी आत्मा की राख को

अपने आंसुओं की गंगा में बहा आयी।

मगर फिर भी तुझे ज़रा भी लाझ न आयी।

हम्म..हम्म

पता है क्यूँ..?

क्यूँकि हर बार तूने अपनी करतूत हमारे ओढ़ने-पहन्ने, चलने, व बोलने के ढंग की ओट में है छानी,

पर क्यूँ...

क्या तेरा हाथ रुक गया था..?

जब थी वो घूँघट में छिपी एक नारी !!

जब बोली वो तुझसे मीठी वाणी

उसका बढ़ावा समझ, कर गया तू उससे शैतानी !!

अगर इतना ही था तू आग्यकारी

तो क्यूँ नहीं रुका जब की उसने आनाकानी ?

आख़िर तेरी इज़्ज़त पे है आँच आनी,

अगर उसने तेरी बात ना मानी।

क्यूँ...

वो कोई चीज़ है क्या जिसकी करके लाया था तू ख़रीदारी ?

सात फेरों ने बनाया है तुझे उसका साथी,

फिर क्यूँ समझता है तू उसे अपने पैरों की माटी।

बराबरी की इज़्ज़त और प्यार की हक़दार है वो,

तेरी बीवी है, नाकी तेरी कोई क़र्ज़दार है वो।

तू कहता है कि तुझे प्यार है उससे..अच्छा..? फिर कैसे कहा तूने ...”मैं लूँगा तुझसे बदला...अब पड़ेगी मुझे तू तड़पानी”

क्यूँ...

तेरी इज़्ज़त इज़्ज़त, उसकी इज़्ज़त दरिया का पानी !!

और कोई नहीं बल्कि ये समाज ही है इनकी सोच को बढ़ावा देने वाला,

हमें घरों में बंद करके, इनको सड़कों पे खुला छोड़ने वाला।

अरे छोड़ो ये दक़ियानूसी तरीक़े,

और सिखाओ अपने होनहार लड़कों को कुछ सलीके;

क्यूँकि ऐसी कोई जगह नहीं जहां इनके गंदे विचारों ने हमें जकड़ ना रखा हो,

अरे ऐसी कोई जगह नहीं जहां हमारे सम्मान को इन्होंने कचोट ना रखा हो ।

अरे बस करो अब,

ना हैं वो कोई राजा, ना हम उनकी रानी;

हमारे कपड़ों की लम्बाई की जगह,

पड़ेगी इनकी सोच की लम्बाई बढ़ानी।

आख़िर कब तक हम कहते रहेंगे इनकी हरकतों को बचकानी ?

कब तक पड़ेगी इनकी ग़लतियों पर हमें मार खानी ?

आख़िर कब तक चलेगी इनकी ये प्रेमकहानी ?

अब बस....

इनकी गंदी सोच को हमें है लगाम लगानी,

पड़ेगी हमें अपने अंदर की शक्ति जगानी;

जब हमारी कोई गलती ही नहीं,

तो क्यूँ किसी से इनकी करतूत छुपानी।

बहुत हुआ अब !!!

सुन ले ए- मर्द..., रोक ले अपना ये दिमाग़ तूफ़ानी,

यहीं पर पड़ेगी तुझे तेरे कर्मों की सजा चुकानी;

क्यूँकि...

अगर उस औरत ने है ठानी,

तो वो ले लेगी रूप मर्दानी,

और बदल डालेगी तेरी कहानी !

बदल डालेगी तेरी कहानी !

9 महीने अपने रक्त से तुझे सींचने वाली को ना धितकार तू,

हर साल तुझे अपना रक्षक समझकर राखी बांधने वाली को ना फटकार तू,

अपना सब कुछ छोड़कर, तेरे वंश को चलाने वाली को ना मार तू।

मत भूल, हर मोड़ पर खड़ी औरत में वही क़ुर्बानी, वही आत्मा बस्ती है,

बस और कुछ नहीं तो, सबको को उन्ही इज़्ज़त भरी नज़रों से देख तू ।

तू कर इज़्ज़त, मिलेगा तुझे दोगुना सम्मान,

तू कर बेज़्ज़त, मिलेगा तुझे चौगुना इंतेकाम।

हाँ है मेरा आँचल कोमल,

मगर उसके अंदर पनपती चिंगारी भी जानले तू;

अपने अंदर एक ज़िंदगी पालती हूँ मैं,

मुझे ना ललकार रे तू

मुझे ना ललकार रे तू ।।

धन्यवाद आप सभी को मेरी कविता को अपना क़ीमती समय देने के लिए।

वारसा (देणगी)- Seemran Sankpal

लाभला आपल्याला किती अनोखा वारसा

आज काल त्याचा विचार नाही होत फारसा

संस्कृती जोपासणे कर्तव्य आपले

सौभाग्य आहे जे आपण जपले

सणासुदीची पहा हि पहाट

पुरणपोळी चा हा थाट माट

रांगोळी ने सजते अंगण

शृंगाराने खुलते स्त्रीपण

वारसा हा ओझं ना मानावा

दडल्या यात कित्येक भावना

थोऱ्या मोठ्यांची देणगी जणू

आभार आपण त्यांचे मानू

पवित्रता ती प्रेमळ संवादाची

परिवारांच्या जिव्हाळ्याची

सन्मानाचा टिकवा वारसा

स्वाभिमान असे नाजूक जसा आरसा

नव्या जुन्या पिढीचा सुखद संवाद

नेतील वारसा पुढे एकसाथ

विसर ना पडो कधी

हे कळावं नाव्या पिढींना आधी

हा असा मिळाला अनमोल ठेवा

आभार तुझे खूप खूप देवा

पिढ्यान पिढ्या बदलल्या तरी

वारसा जपला जावा घरो घरी.

Monthly visiting train - Sakshi Dagade

Monthly visiting train

Hello, monthly visiting train

You give me freaking pain

Those 5 day are worse than being into the hell

You bleed shading off my endrometrium

Me freaking restless endure mood swings,cramps feeling alone

You don't let me relax,even on my own bed

I can't peacefully eat my favourite dish that my mom has made

everytime we meet I use to confront

It feels just HUH! not meeting you for 2-3 months

But excuse me not more than that haa..

Otherwise harmonal imbalance will pop the pimples up

those cramps are just like punching well soaked dough

Those tampons, pads, menstrual cups are damn irritating

Being in crowd with you is a great deal

Always scare of those gossips when it leaks up leaving my dress bloody

streatch marks don't even let me wear my favourite short dress ,buddy

What to eat? What to wear? Where to sit?....all these freaking questions creat a mess

Every time you hurt me the same no more no less

You get me off that 'papa ki pari' wala confidence

I Always want to lessen your period of residence

Sometimes i wish either to be 50+ soon

Or my overies to prune

Gloomy Night- Abhijeeta Mahant

On a gloomy night , as I looked up in the sky

many thoughts lingered in my mind,

the paths I didn't take and the path I took in my life.

now and then, past and present,

the thought of future had always me shaken.

right and wrongs,

love and thorns,

I entered a new dimensional form

wondered if, I was ever right?

and all the things came to my sight.

Like a player reaching his goal

I wanted to fill my soul.

with all the right experiences,

making all the right choices,

like a player dodging a foul,

I wanted to be as wise as an owl

and somehow I knew it

for someday, yellow card has to show

to give oneself a room to grow,

and for someday there is no need to show,

to sit for a while for a thunderous glow.

gazing at the stars,

feeling the light,

something has made my heart quiet

but my mind was still at it despite,

wondered , am I right this time?

I closed my eyes,

played the rewind

for so much had happened

I re-lived all that for a second,

remembered my every choices

and listened to my inner voices,

and for the last time,

l looked up on that gloomy night

and then I know there is no wrong and right.

Coffee Table- Astha

people people people

at the coffee table.

the memory of a memory

of a once forgotten dream

comes to me again

in a stab of relief.

what if it was lost

like the people that are gone,

whose faces float beyond

air wrinkled with fragrant steam?

but the coffee goes cold

and without tricks of light,

i see people i know

(people who will go

and come back in happy stabs).

Towards A Calm Abyss- Sumedha Bhaduri

Let the stars shine before I sleep,

Let the moon smile in the night deep,

Let the tranquility end all the chaos,

Let me know if you know the odds.

Adoring the airglow in the sky,

I forget that some moments are a lie.

Closing my eyes for a dream false,

Hoping it gives me happiness all.

Tired of keeping the lies alive,

My heart ponders in a deep dive.

Capturing the fireflies in the night dark,

To give this life a happy spark.

While trying to get out of an enigmatic wood,

I discover the truths misunderstood.

Realizing healing to be the ultimate bliss,

I am moving towards a calm abyss.