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Hakikat ki duniya aksar berang hoti hai....
Tum likho to bas khwab likhna ...
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_prachie_
14w
Jo tumhe waqt nhi de paya
Wo shakhs saath kya dega ...
Jo kanoon khud andha hai
Wo tumhe kya insaaf dega ...
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_prachie_
16w
What is Intimacy
What is Intimacy ?
Its not just about holding hands,kissing and having sex ....
Its more than that.
Intimacy is being able to show your true self to someone.Intimacy is being able to fall in love with each others scars and flaws.Intimacy is being able to express anything without a second thought.
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_prachie_
16w
Khud se hi jeetne ki jid he
Khud ko hi harana he
Apna rasta wahi banana he
Jaha koi kadam na rakha he
©_prachie_ -
_prachie_
17w
Ek to ye sukoon
Aur ek tum
Kaha rehte ho dono aaj kal
©_prachie_ -
_prachie_
17w
Jo waqt nhi de pa rahe hn
Wo saath kya denge
Jo khud hn andhe
Wo tumhe insaf kya denge
©_prachie_ -
_prachie_
17w
I am not a product of my circumstances
I am a product of my decisions.
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_prachie_
17w
Gar mohabbat sachi hoti Shah ki
To aaj Tajmahal na banta...
Gar mohabbat sachi hoti Shah ki
To ek zanaza aur uthta...
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_prachie_
17w
Samet kar le jaao apne jhoothe waadon ki adhure kisse....agli mohabaat me phir unki zaroorat padegi tumhe...
©_prachie_
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एक अच्छा शिक्षक
एक अच्छा शिक्षक होना बहुत बड़ी उपाधि है,
विद्यार्थियों की ज़ीस्त के हर हिस्से की
ट्रैनिंग इन्हीं के द्वारा दी जाती है,
सिर्फ़ पढ़ाई-लिखाई ही नहीं करवाई जाती यहाँ, साहिब !
पढ़ाया जाता है हर क्षेत्र में कैसे बने कामिल,
मसला मानसिक का हो या फिर शारीरिक,
उत्साह बनाने की कसौटी सदैव रहती है शामिल,
एक अच्छा शिक्षक वो नहीं जो सारा स्लैब्स झटपट
करवाए,
और डांट भी ज़रा ना लगाए,
(अच्छा,मज़ेदार बात तो ये है कि कुछ शिक्षक तो पढ़ाते ही नहीं इस आधुनिक युग में,
तनख्वा बस बैंक एकाउंट में समय से आती रहे,
और टाइम पास होए सुख से,)
अरे !! शिक्षा की गुणवत्ता को गिराओ ना,
उन शिक्षकों से गुज़ारिश है मासूम बच्चों पर अन्याय
ढाओ ना,
एक अच्छा शिक्षक तो वो है,
जिससे बात करके एक उत्साह की लहर चलती हो,
हमेशा निराशा के बाद भी आशा की किरण जगती हो,
अपना दायित्व तो पढ़ाने का निभाए ही,
प्यार या डांट के सहारे हर बात समझाए भी,
अगर कभी कोई बच्चा हतोत्साहित दिखे भी,
तो उसकी पीठ थपथपाए और कहे बेहद प्यार से-
"You are a special soul, dear. You will do wonders in life"........believe in yourself.
जोश अगर शिक्षक में है तो बच्चें खुद-ब-खुद
महसूस करेंगे उस ऊर्जा को,
फैलेगी सकारात्मकता उनके दिलों में,
और आत्म-विश्वास होगा अब्सारों में,
हर मुश्किल से लड़ेंगे अपनी दृढ़ इच्छाशक्ति से,
ज़रूरत है तो सिर्फ़ एक सही राह दिखाने की.....
A good teacher(mentor/guide) can transform pupil's lives.
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love_whispererr
11w
Read Moreᴀ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ...
At 3:39 am, I gulp the night with some stars and katydids. They start walking on my diaphragm and the lonely moon gazes at me continuously. And you cherish the moment while sitting inside that unnoticed morgue. I scream but you never listen.
At 4:27 am, I drink the ocean with some off-white coloured seashells and they perforate my lungs by their sharpened edges. And they sprinkle bloodstains here and there. My stomach change its colour into red. But I don't clamour.
At 5:13 am, I vomit some melodramatic metaphors and try to adorn them with your callous heartbreak and cold-blooded kisses. I am the blank verse of your sonnet ; neither rhymes nor exists. But I smile because those verses look gorgeous.
At 6:01 am, I wake up and come to my balcony to perceive the morn beams. The sumptuous sunshine pierce my smock and enter into my abdomen. And I sigh.
It repeats...
//not ephemeral,
a permanent wound i'm ;
holding some uncherished melancholies
and kissed by an intolerable heartbreak//
©вι∂уα в.
#ephemeralc (pc_pinterest)
Thank you @writersnetwork ❤️`
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sajank
12w
Read More02.11.2020. 7:28pm
#Sj #heart #broken #alone #shayari #Hindi #hindiwriters #love #shej #dishu
@anjali_chopra @cutie123456 @rani_shri @piaa_choudhary @meenuaggअच्छी बातों को भुलाया नहीँ करते
खूबसूरत यादों को मिटाया नहीं करते,
जो जाते हैं, उन्हें जाने दिया करते हैं
किसी को रोक कर घर बसाया नहीँ करते!!
©sajank -
aaditi_
17w
Read MoreInspired by @sajank 's resent post
��I hope you all liked it
#i_am_a_day_dreamer ��शायद नहीं हूँगी में शहीद,
पर फिर भी मेरी कब्र को,
सलाम कर देना।
मुसाफ़िर थी में राह की,
मेरे जाने के बाद,
मेरे लिए आंसू नहीं,
अपने दिल मे जगह बना देना।
- आदिती शिंदे -
तुम और मैं❤️
तू बारिश की बूंदों सा है,तो मैं इंद्रधनुष रंगीन हूं,
तू चाय सा मीठा है,तो मैं बिस्किट नमकीन हूं।
तू हवा सा चलता है,तो उसमें फैलीं इत्र हूं मैं,
तू कोरे पन्ने सा है,तो उसमें खिंच जाऊ वो चित्र हूं मैं।
तू गर कहानी सा है,तो उसकी मुख्य किरदार हूं मैं,
तू कोई व्यस्त हफ्ता है,तो उसका एक इतवार हूं मैं।
तू अगर नमाज़ सा है, तो उसमें मांगी जाऊ वो दुआ हूं मैं,
तू अगर शमा सा जले ,तो उसमें उठता धुंआ हूं मैं।
तू अगर सुबह सर्दी की है,तो मैं गर्म चाय की प्याली हूं,
तू अगर त्योहार सा मने,तो मैं उसकी दिवाली हूं।
तू अगर मोहब्बत है, तो मुझे तेरा जूनून हैं,
मेरे इस मचलते दिल को तू ही देता सूकून हैं।
तू अगर खाली रास्तों पर चले, तो तेरी साथी बन जाऊं मैं,
तू अगर शाम सा ढले तो तेरे साथ ही ढल जाऊं मैं।
©virgo_write30 -
bouncy
18w
Read MoreThere is a tinge of sadness in her voice when she is using the humour to make light of hers emotional eating and the weight. "I can lose 10 ugly pounds anytime - I can just cut off my head", she laughs. But underneath the humour she uses as the self defensive mechanism, she always took each and every word to her heart.
She hated being fat and ugly. She thinks the only mistake was that she is fat. She never had this thought about herself on her own, but it is the world that made her feel this way. And the damage that did to her self-esteem and self-respect resulted in the inability to see herself as anything but fat and ugly. Yet, she kept on laughing at herself when she is around people, mocking her body and hers need for food in a ways that further damaged her self-respect. But later, alone in her room she cried as hard as she laughed.
Everytime she steps out of her room, be it school, party, functions or any relatives house, people would bully her.
One day, she had gone to a party and all she did was sat silently in the corner. Meanwhile, a boy came close to her and said, "How many stomachs do you have? One, two, three ah...and.. four, offcourse the fourth one would be your boobs".
The other day, she had gone to one of her relatives home. This time too she sat silently in the corner. An aunt came to her and said, "Oh girl! How fat have you grown! Actually, thank you, atleast now there is somebody that can give competition to my daughter". Her daughter had PCOD.
She wore a top, she stood infront of the mirror. Everytime she would look at herself at the mirror, all the comments that she had ever heard would start spiraling inside her head. She took off the top, changed to the nighty and told her parents that she is not willing to go out.
That girl became so guilt of her body that she stopped going out for parties, stopped talking to boys and top of that she even stopped getting ready every day. Everytime somebody could pass the comments on her, she would laugh at herself but when she came back to her room, all she did was to cry alone, without saying anything to anyone.
#sadness @writersnetwork @mirakee #bb_dark.
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krishnega
18w
When all the flowers die, what would you send to their grave,
More flowers or seeds ?
-Krish -
I don't have the courage
To roll back to you,
It's not because
I don't love you anymore,
But my heart still
Sinks deep in the quagmire
Just to see you
Looking straight into my eyes
With the passion
I always wanted you
To look at me.
The moon still questions me
If ever i really did love you?
But the tears that cease at
My waterline of eyes
Make constellations of
The untold secrets which
Are deep buried in the grave
Of my heart.
I remember i was twelve,
When you open your arms
To let me in as if you're
Sharing my burnt skin
With the coldness of your heart
I didn't know that you
Were diffusing your vain
Into the my pores.
Maybe when you left me first,
I was shattered into the
Infinite parts between which
All that was lost somewhere,
But anyhow i managed to
Take up those pieces again
And put them into the
Cage of hollowness
And because of that,
When you came to me,
My arms didn't wrapped
Around you with a
Fear of segregation
But got twirled around self
For it knew that
I can never stop loving you,
And then i let you go
As a stranger, i never loved.
My eyelashes remind me,
How you used to
kiss my eyes while
I was deep asleep
Because you know
My night terrors
Effected my optical nerves,
How you used to
Undress my hair
Because that brown bangs
Rushed at your cheeks
As if the safest place ever known.
I have lost the blackhole
In me,
I am an empty galaxy
That is fine with the
Hailstorms,
I don't want asteroids hit
You hard,
So better you go now.
Bye, bye.
©_breathe__ -
cosines
18w
Read MoreMelting galaxies stir as your Parker's ink and give a spiral form to deranged rows of your poetry. So that subjecting to its gravity, I would offer my name to your verses and all those damped pages of your diary will start smelling again as rings of celestial whiffs are emitted by Hawking radiation.
We're standing on different galaxies of the same universe, where thousands of half dead clouds are craving for reincarnation. Someday we'll see collision between them, a clash between our frequencies and fewer than few points of infinity, a number of rhymes will emit, for completion of our poetry.
There're some quasars in you, I want to indulge in and want to embrace all those regions of your heart where the cosmos has left a boreal space for me.
I don't know how many tongues are there to write our love. How many earths are still isolated in your cold-ink, but there're some phials, filled with liquor of crescent moons, I'm drunk over; but over you.
That intensity of your lyre's notes, creates a pseudo vacuum in outermost cells of my heart's bloodless walls and offers me some comets to drink. I give rise a poetry for your eyes having a gravity same as black holes and we don't remain incomplete anymore.
Feeling You all the time, I don't feel when the dark hue of night kisses the blueness of airspace. When those serums of your poetries fill rhapsody in air and for me, there remains no difference between bounds and infinities.
Your rhymes have some sharp edges and soon they will be more intense even than a claymore. Soon sky will expose the moon behind cloudy curtains and all constellations will plot to go against their rotation, to stabilize their planetary motion. Soon the rest part of our poetry will touch the top of its perfection.
Venus and earth will come more closer and soon
We will.
_Vandita.
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इमारत तो गिरा दोगे तुम, सरकार तुम्हारी है,,
लेकिन उस दृढ़ संकल्प का क्या, जो अकेली नारी ने ठानी है।।
सच्चाई के साथ खड़ी है जनता,,
वो कोई और नहीं बॉलीवुड की रानी है।।
अभी कुछ ही नाम है आए सामने,,
महज ड्रग्स नहीं मालूम पड़ता कोइ और कहानी है।।
सत्ता पर बैठे हो, जनता का आभार करो,,
अब वो दिन दूर नहीं जब तुमने मुंह की खानी है।।
©shashi_kant
