Ahhhh okay so after a long I wrote a long Kavita, well it isn't too long I hope you all like it and if you like it so please hit like, repost it and tag your friends and I hope you all are good at your respected places and ya thanks for read, love you all ❤❤ @era_of_shayar@jiya_khan@sajank@udit94@dove_wings
चल कर लूँ तेरा ज़िक्र
मोड़ दू कहीं रस्ते को या मुड़ जाऊँ मैं खुद कहीं, सजा कर रखु पलकों पर या गिरा दूं ये सारे खाब कहीं। आँखों से छू लूँ या होठों से, छुपा कर रखु तुझे कहीं, चल मोड़ दू तेरा रस्ता मैं चल कर लूँ तेरा ज़िक्र अभी।
प्यारी सी इस मुस्कान पर लुटा दूं अपना सभी अभी, याद करके क्या करू वो बिता हुआ दौर अभी। गुस्सा था तू या मैं हूँ खफा चल छोड़ दें ये सारी बात अभी, कुरबान थी तेरी खुशियों पर चल कर लूँ तेरा ज़िक्र अभी।
ना प्यार तू उससे करता है ना मुझसे अब कर पाएगा, बस रहता है अब खफा-खफा ना मुझसे कभी मिल पाएगा। चल मिटा दू तेरा शक अभी, तब तो तू मेरा हो जाएगा, जैसे करती हूँ मै तेरा ज़िक्र, क्या तू मेरा कभी कर पाएगा।
इन झील सी आँखों में दूब जानें का दिल करता है, इन प्यारे से होठों को छू जाने का दिल करता है, इन राहत भरी बाहों में सिमट जाने का दिल करता है, आज फिर एक बार तुझे याद करने और तुझसे बात करने का दिल करता है।
Dear Artful souls Pour a ❤️ from your heart if you feel the painted art . Feel free to convey your suggestions. I'll be thankful ❤️ ---------------------------------------------------------------- ** Draw out the magical rainbow trapped in heart & unleash upon pristine tapestry . Fill the voids with all hues & Ink your fantasy into reality with gallantry . For life is a painting & you're painter of your own artistry . **
* Unleash - Set free or Release, Pristine - Afresh or Brand new, Tapestry - Fabric, Void - Empty or Vacant space, Hue - Colour, Gallantry - Daring or Courage, Artistry - Piece of Art * ---------------------------------------------------------------- @writerstolli@writersnetwork@mirakee
COFFEE WITH NJ❤ ____________________ Sip the coffee, enjoy the read.
Will you marry me? ````````````````````````````````````````````
I was scrolling over our pictures when the doorbell rang. I opened the door. He was outfitted in a handsomely tailored long-sleeved white shirt allied with navy chinos. To provide versatility to the clothing he was wearing brown double monk shoes. As I came forward to hug him, I got an exquisite scent of 'Jaques Bogar One Man Show' perfume which he usually applies when he emigrates his journey somewhere far.
"Are you going somewhere, love?" I asked. He entered with his luggage. "Love? Where are you going? You know na Valentine Day is near." I said. He planted a kiss on my cheek and made me sit on the couch. "I am sorry love but this Valentine I won't be here with you." "But why?" "My book 'String of past' has been selected for The RITA award in the United States. And it's going to held on 14th Feb. So I will have to go."
I didn't know what to say. We had tons of plans made for Valentine week. I was glad that his book got nominated but at the same time, I was like 'Why on Valentine's Day only?' He won't be here with me and I knew how much I was going to miss him.
"Love?" He kissed me on palms. "What happened?" I hugged him tightly. "Hey! Idiot. Why are you brimming? We don't need any particular day to show our love." He said while hugging my hairs. "Come." He positioned my head on his lap and kissed me on the forehead. "We will do lots of fun after I return from the US. And I will love my baby more and more. Okay?"
"Mhmm...best wishes to you, love," I replied. "Now let's go. Won't you drop me to the airport?"
14th February """""""""""""""""""""" *J* I was missing her a lot. It was one of the most valuable days of my life and my life wasn't there with me. I wasn't worried at all neither was excited. I was happy that the novel which is nearest to my heart was nominated for the most prestigious award. I went there. It was held in the New York City presented by RWA (Romance Writers Of America). There were crores of people present over there. Writers, readers, reporters, few professional judges and audiences.
After rewarding some writers with other prizes, the time came for the most-awaited honor, The RITA Award. The host presented one of the principal judges to give a speech respecting the award. Then he called Courtney Milan, respected chief guest and the outstanding historical romance author to present the award.
*Ladies and Gentlemen, as we all know that today is 14th February that is Valentine's Day, there are hustle and bustle all over the world. Couples are celebrating the day together, conveying love and making the best memories. Many of you are here, vacating your partners at home and spending the day listening to our boring speeches lol.
Do you know why we chose this day only to honour the deserve writer with the RITA award? Because we want you to never forget the day. Although, I believe you will never but this day is perfect for the RITA award, a day full of love all over the world.
Without taking your much time I would like to publicize the writer. The trophy for excellence in romantic fiction goes to the deserved writer. He is one of the youngest writers who is going to get the award. His book which has snatched the heart of zillions, the book which illustrates genuine love, the book which inspires many, the book which made all of us fall for the characters. So the RITA award goes to Mr J for his novel " String Of Past." A big round of applause for him. I would like you, Mr J, to come on the spotlight and do the honour by delivering a few lines about your book.*
I heard the crowd shouting in enthusiasm, the whole New York City chimed with claps. I went on the stage. Respectfully shook hand with Courtney Milan and accepted the award.
"A very Good evening to the whole city. I am honoured by earning such a prestigious award. Thank you to all for showering so much love for my book, thank you, Mrs Courtney Milan, for your beautiful words. I am pleased receiving the award from you. This book is the closest to me among all the books I have written. Pure love between two strange writers, a love which leaves a great impact in today's era. Where there is love, there is peace indeed. Last but not the least, I would like to thanks to the most important person in my life. The one who inspired me to write this book. I am not there in India with her but sending her lots of love via the moon. And I love her. Thank you so much."
As I finished my speech and marched way to my seat, Mrs Courtney Milan announced, "Where are you going, Mr J? Today is Valentine's Day and we can't let go of you all without surprises. Please come here."
I went back and stood beside her.
"Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to call someone without whom today's function is totally incomplete. Please join us on the stage, Ms N."
Wait! What? I was surprised. She was there but how was it possible?
I came on the stage, shook hand with Mrs Milan and hugged J. He looked totally confused.
"Please enlighten us with your words, Ms N."
"Good Evening everyone. Myself, N, the girlfriend of Mr J.
It's such satisfaction seeing J over here with this award. It's like my dream came true. Last week I dropped him to the airport. I was sad and happy too. I was happy as his book got nominated and was sad because I won't be able to spend Valentine's Day with my Valentine.
Yesterday evening, I got an email from RWA inviting me to today's award ceremony. I wanted to give him a surprise so I didn't notify him about it. He is not only my partner but my everything. It's like he is the moon of my sky, he is the tear of my eyes. It's like he is the smile on my face and he is the part of me. He is the best thing ever happened to me. And I feel lucky to be his."
I marched towards him, sat on my knee, took out the ring box from my pocket and proposed him, " I want to be yours forever. Will you marry me?"
J came forward, knelt down too. Took the ring and kissed me on the palm. He put in the ring inside my ring finger. "Yes, I will marry you, love." We hugged each other and got lost in each other's eyes.
Dear Wanderers of Universe Drop a ❤️ if you feel Love deep within verse . Any suggestions are welcome . _______________________________ ** Hues may fade away but she is exquisite art on canvas of heart, won't be driven away .
Words may fade away but she is piquant poesy on stratum of soul, won't be wiped away .
Fragrance may fade away but she is graceful wildflower on isle of life, won't be withered away .
Flamboyant moments emblazon the tapestry of time, In voyage of Universe our love story will bloom & shine . **