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  • officialhimanshu 1d

    "राजा"

    राजा
    जो भी कहे
    वो सही होता है
    बाकी कहीं भी
    कुछ नहीं होता है

    राजा
    खून भरे पथ पर
    चलता जाता है
    आम इंसानों को
    मसलता जाता है

    राजा
    अपनी तारीफ़ करने
    वालों को पसंद करता है
    ख़िलाफ़त करने वालों को
    जेल में बंद करता है

    राजा
    रावण, कंस, दुःशास्ग्न
    और दुर्योधन ही होता है
    राजा अब सत्यवादी
    हरिश्चन्द्र नहीं होता है

    राजा
    कभी कभी लगता है
    किसी डकैत की तरह
    किसी पूँजीपति के
    पाले हुए लठैत की तरह

    राजा
    चोर, डाकू, हत्यारे और
    बलात्कारियों से यारी रखता है
    ईमानदार और सत्य पर
    अपना ज़ुल्म सरकारी रखता है

    राजा
    अब सीना तान कर
    सबके सामने अकड़ता है
    अहिंसावादियों से अब
    लाठी, बंदूक से लड़ता है

    राजा
    सर झुकाने को अपना
    सम्मान समझता है
    सवाल पूछने को गहरा
    अपमान समझता है

    राजा
    प्रजा को नौकर और
    सेना को ताक़त मानता है
    सोने और चाँदी को ही
    अपना भगवान जानता है

    राजा
    मुश्किलों से अक्सर ही
    बहुत घबरा जाता है
    सच अगर सामने लाओ तो
    सभी से लड़ जाता है

    राजा
    कमजोर महलों में
    डर कर रहता है
    जो ज़रा सी आवाज़
    होने से ढहता है

    राजा
    सवालों से बेहद
    डरता है घबराता है
    अक्सर सेना के
    पीछे छुप जाता है

    राजा
    कभी प्रजा को तालीम
    नहीं देना चाहता
    चाहता है जनता गुलाम
    बनी रहे हमेशा

    राजा
    हमेशा राजा ही बनकर
    रहना चाहता है
    खून बहाकर, लाशें गिराकर
    कुर्सी पर बैठे रहना चाहता है

    राजा
    राजदरबार में सिर्फ अपने
    ही लोग रखता है
    अपने सामने हमेशा
    छप्पनभोग रखता है

    राजा
    हाथ में रखता है
    ताक़त बेशुमार
    राजा ही अभिनेता
    राजा ही कलाकार

    राजा
    जब तक जनता को
    आपस में लड़वाता है
    तब तक ही वो
    राजा रह पाता है

    राजा
    राजतंत्र में आज
    सबसे बड़ा है
    राजा हमारे सामने
    राजा बन खड़ा है

    राजा
    मुहब्बत को हमेशा
    दीवारों में चुनवाता है
    सच को झूठ की
    दीवारों में छुपाता है

    राजा
    प्रजा की सबसे बड़ी
    लोकतांत्रिक मजबूरी है
    राजा कहता है कि
    वो सबसे ज़्यादा ज़रूरी है

    - हिमांशु श्रीवास्तव

  • akhi_shayar 3d

    दोस्त

    एक शहर में थे,
    एक कॉलोनी में थे,
    एक comapny में थे,
    एक बैच में थे,
    पसंद मिलते थे,
    Height same था,
    Shoes size एक था,
    शौक़ एक था,
    ख़्वाब एक था,
    सपना एक था,
    उसकें नाम के कुछ हर्फ़
    मेरे नाम से मिलता था,
    जन्म एक ही साल में हुआ था,
    एक ही तारीख़ को हुआ था,
    हां पर महीना अलग था,
    अये ख़ुदा तू मुझे बता,
    हमेशा साथ रहने के लिए
    इतना काफ़ी न था,
    क्यों तुझें ये नामंजूर था,
    अच्छा बस इतना बता,
    हम दोनों को क्यों दूर किया था,
    शहर हीं हमारे बदल दिया था,
    या physics का rule apply कर दिया था,
    समान गुण वाले में विकर्षण होता हैं,
    तो अये ख़ुदा तुझसे नहीं,
    औऱ न हीं उससे ,
    बस ख़ुद से,
    एक वादा हैं,
    वो दोस्त थीं,
    दोस्त हैं,
    दोस्त रहेगी!!!
    ©akhi_shayar

  • baishali__ 5d

    Ever I wonder to visit the land,
    That I picture down,
    The canvas, the colours, the shady lights
    Of the broken and filthy town.

    ©baishali__

  • jiya_khan 1w

    @vandi123 @loveed @ruhii_ @archanatiwari_tanuja @dil_k_ahsaas @parth_101 @playboy9 @jayraj_singh_jhala
    @__dipu__ @keentiwari
    ��������

    #Love #Sad #Diary #Thoughts #Pain #HindiWrites
    #Village #City
    ��������

    दिल तोड़ा है तूने चलो कुछ इन्तेहाँ रहने दो,
    तू गर है शहर जैसा, मुझे मेरा गांव रहने दो।

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    दूर तलक मुझे कोई घर नज़र नही आता,
    तेरे शहर का मर्ज़ ही मेरा गाँव ले डूबा।
    ©jiya_khan

  • arfanbhopali 2w

    गांव की शाम

    विरासत को बचाने गाँव के खण्डहर बुलाते हैं
    शहर वालों तुम्हें तुम्हारे बूढ़े पूर्वज घर बुलाते हैं

    समझकर तुम जिन्हें बेजान पत्थर छोड़ आए हो
    वो आँगन राह तकता है , ये बामो-दर बुलाते हैं

    कब्र को मिट्टी देना ही नहीं बस फ़र्ज़ बेटे का
    दवा बिन खाँसती अम्मा के कातर स्वर बुलाते हैं

    मिलेगी दाल-रोटी पर बहुत ही स्वाद आएगा
    ख़ुशी को बाँटकर खाते हुए लंगर बुलाते हैं

    गली, चौपाल, वे पनघट, सुहानी छाँव पीपल की
    यहाँ बदला नहीं कुछ भी वही मंज़र बुलाते हैं

    कभी अनजान शहरों से निकलकर गाँव तो आओ
    गले अपने लगाने को तुम्हें यहाँ के छप्पर बुलाते हैं

    ©arfanbhopali

  • eshasharan 2w

    The rushing night sky
    pinned stars on concrete pillars
    night in a city.
    ©eshasharan
    Haiku

  • mudasirfirdosi 3w

    Ghost City

    Within the heart of the city,
    dwelling on the banks of a river
    Men lost for their children,
    battling the bandit of their terror.

    Stars up above the sky,
    passing over the mighty cliff
    Moon glowing the boulevards,
    reflecting the shades of their being.

    Spirits mumbling to each other,
    like shadows without a veneer
    Hearts shrieking loud,
    streaming with tears of blood.

    The city of ghosts still exists,
    choked within its own breath
    Life will be there one day,
    even the gods can not keep death.

    ©Mudasir Firdosi

  • the_half_blood_prince_ 3w

    A little poetry inspired by the works of Ruskin Bond.
    #poet #poem #writer #writersnetwork #poetry #writerscommunity #memories #city #hill #path

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    Memories

    Out of the city and over the hill.
    Into the spaces where the world stands still.
    Under the wide sky, touching the old wood.
    Walking the path where once the memories stood.
    ©the_half_blood_prince_

  • literati_sp 3w

    A new city
    Or a new feeling
    Not very different
    Not at all the same
    Nonetheless
    I'm ready for change
    Not here for longer
    Not here for a moment
    Nonetheless
    I'm ready to change.
    ©literati_sp

  • raman_writes 4w

    आग़ोश

    पहुँचे उनकी सल्तनत में तो ऐलान सुना ।

    मोहब्बत करने वालों को है इनाम मिला ।।

    ढूँढ़ते हुए मैं अपने मेहबूब को वँहा पहुँचा ।

    किसी और के आग़ोश में था वो मैं क्या करता ।।

    ©raman_writes

  • getinthecarthy 4w

    Forsyth

    Stark gates of ancient iron
    unlock a pilgrim's dream.
    Pastels conceal the river queen.
    Dawn startles the haunted tavern,
    begone these harlequins.
    An age-old orchestra begins.

    Violet daybreak enshrouds the pearly isles,
    Lazaretto weaves through the marshy wilds.
    Lighthouse painted upon the marble tiles.

    Battalion and bright begonias,
    gems in the cobblestone,
    blue winds catch the foghorn drone.
    Songs for the cedar palace
    endure the hurricane,
    dusk doused with orbs of summer rain.

    In the garden of knotted neon lights
    waits an empress of forgotten city nights.
    Antebellum specters trod in lilywhite.

  • kumazy 4w

    Night in Abuja

    Light arrayed the sky, Like Christmas in the park.
    The bustling of sounds, The honking of cars
    The trooping of people,
    Like a jolly parade of a calabar carnival.

    Beauty hung in the air, shape carve to the edge.
    Lost in the myriad, you could.
    Not Careful, forever sunk
    In the mystic beauty of Abuja's Night.

    Protrude belly, jolly merry spenders
    Hot chicks, slaying guys. Alhajis in high ride..
    pastors/Alufas In the dark.

    No sentiments, No discrimination All jovially mumbled.
    In the humid Abuja's Night.
    Jolly, like forest birds nested
    In the deep of the tropical.
    ©kumazy

  • thelostgirl_ 4w

    Mom❤

    Dear Mom,
    It's been a year since I left home and moved to another city to chase my dreams and i know I'm not expressive tho! Yes, I'm happy here i swear but ya I do miss you a lot. I miss to get up in the morning by your voice because that alarm just piss me off. I miss those smile when I come back home from school. I miss those delicious food in the tiffin that you used to pack for my school. I miss those hugs when I'm totally upset. I miss those moments when I use to sit in the kitchen and tell you my whole day story. I miss those time when I wake up in the middle of the night with the need to hug you tight and go to sleep again. I can't express how much I love you, how much I crave your presence and how much i crave nothing else but be around with you forever.
    I miss you Mom.
    Your's
    Long distance daughter❤

  • emily_cjw 5w

    =CITY BIRD=

    The dullest filthy crow
    Out cried birds of song.
    For they would never know
    Of a freedom owned lifelong.

    Though lacking colours in its wings,
    The crow would always win;
    For the birds would only sing
    In a cage away from wind.

    Thus cry, you dirty city bird.
    Carry the broken luck you've scattered
    And sing your crack bound cords.
    Nothing had ever mattered,
    For you'll never have a lord.

    ©emily_cjw
    #unwanted #outcast #city #crow #lonely #freedom #escape #trapped #different #thoughts #diary #poetry #life

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    City Bird

    ©emily_cjw

  • jacelucena 5w

    it's the climb to the top that has us tired - the people here are told to be more than what they are.

    this city has sewers half-full with the talent
    yet it has roads flooded overhead with ambition.

    here is where dreams come to die.
    where demons are born and halos fade.

    lined up outside sky highs are molds of perfection,
    travelling on roads of unmet expectations.

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #travel #moving #nostalgia #love #city #living #ny

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    the city

    ©jacelucena

  • aphrolighte 5w

    My place.

    .
    .
    .
    My place has never been beside or around
    My place has moved from town to town
    My place has made me feel bound to this ground when all I want is to be found at the Horizon
    The path lies in bird sounds and drum beats

    Without my feet I wouldn't have leaped from death to birth
    Without my feet I wouldn't have seen complexities worth
    Without my feet I wouldn't have walked away from her

    Every single time I try to belong
    I'm proven wrong
    Every single time I try to belong
    I don't like the song.

    Don't misunderstand me
    This isn't a sad scene like bambi
    This is the realization from a man he
    Finally saw was always free
    They just had to let it be
    and be.
    .
    .
    ©aphrolighte

  • raman_writes 5w

    साये

    शहर की इन तंग गलियों में सन्नाटे बहुत है ।

    अपने साये से बात करूँ तो भी सब घूरते है ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • emily_cjw 5w

    City Scape Escape.

    Above thousand city lights,
    Lonely smoker, silent night.
    Beauty, sufferings blend in sight,
    Stood still, wanting to just smite.

    Those same old pity dreams still hold,
    Whether not there's still a road.
    Yet nothing done to outgrow mould,
    Most his efforts have been sold.

    How shy this scum is to his frights,
    Trapped so long beneath it's might.
    With the end of cigarette light,
    I wonder when he'll take his flight.

    ©emily_cjw

  • israelmgonzalez 5w

    The Wandering Poet

    5 o'clock and he hustles out of work
    His appointment with the pavement awaits
    There are no pre-planned dates
    Just wants to get his legs a little work

    The cold gently plays on his cheeks
    The flashing lights of the city tickle his eyes
    Smells flatter and offend his nose in turns
    And with the scanning movement of his eyes
    He searches for a flashing light of inspiration
    Where and if it will appear he doesn't know
    If it will come from way up high or from way down low
    As his forehead is gently dabbed with perspiration

    As he trots along hands in pocket
    He hears the raving of a lunatic
    Hums his distorted version of the street musician's tune
    Not caring if strangers fancy him a loon
    And as he contemplates the graffiti on the wall
    And the anger that inspired it all
    He begins to feel a life in his life
    An intimate connection to forces yet unknown

    With every pace he learns the city
    Becomes one with the hustle and bustle
    Sneaks a peek at a girl sitting pretty
    In the dance studio of one Mrs. Fussell
    Picks up bits and pieces of twenty languages
    Which he may or may not use in verse
    And then he passes a lodge
    Which offers secrets to the universe

    He passes the library as many do their learning
    Beside a gentleman's club full of passions burning
    A gym bustles with those educating their bodies
    And inside a small cafe the idle chatter of lovers in love
    On the sidewalk folks sit doing nothing at all
    And while all is seen by a lonely dove
    Addicts sharply penetrate their bodies
    Knowing that one day Olympus must surely fall

    And so Ulysses finishes his Odyssey
    He has seen all that the poet must see
    Words begin to order themselves in his mind
    And on a piece of paper he must respond in kind
    ©israelmgonzalez

  • emilycogswelt 7w

    Happy With You

    They play telephone
    With no answer
    Lost in translation
    There's no win or lose
    Just chaos set on destruction
    Can we just hold hands
    With secret reservations?
    We'll be stronger together
    Without the opinion of others.