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Read Moreतजु़रबा प्यार का खो बैठ
तेरा थमा था कभी ।
आज तुझे देख दिल का ज़ोर से धड़कना,
तेरे छूने से धड़कन का संभलना ।
तू जब भी बोले मेरा नाम,
तेरा नाम अक्सर सुनाई आता है
तेरा मुझसे रूठना मेरा तुझे मनाना,
रूठना मानाना मनाना रूठना ।
जब तेरे होठ उठे
मेरे होठों से मिलने के लिए,
जब तू ज़ोर से मुझे गले लगाए
और एक बच्ची की तरह मुझे गले लगा के सोजाए ।
ये तजु़रबे ने कुछ एहसास कराया मुझे
की
मैने तो सिर्फ दिल ही दाव पे लगाया था
आपने तो जान ही लेली हमारी ।
©Galactus
credit of last two lines goes to Tarak Mehta (shailesh lodha ji) from Tarak Mehta ka ooltah chashma
Picture credit - Me
@seyfert I hope you remember these petals ��♥️ -
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21w
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CLAUSTROPHOBIA
Another night , Sitting under this lifeless sky . I'm waiting !
I'm waiting
To let my eyes rest ,
To let my mind in peace ,
And to calm my unnerved heart !
I'm waiting
To adore the beauty which you loved more than yours ,
To stare you until i fall asleep !
I'm jealous
No one owe you but why everyone loves you
I guess
For being who you are ,
For the beauty your character holds and makes you glow !
But those "everyone" who loves you . I see them not more than the voids who are far away ! From you , from us !
That night you left me with the pain , I remember the effulgence of the moon , alleviate the ache of my soul .
My eyes are still not dry , waiting for you ! Under this
lifeless sky !
// You left yourself in me//
© Ashwani Singh
Picture credit - Me
#daadisbae @mirakee_ki_naanima.
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23w
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Sometimes I feel like hope is a classic novel with cliched words which I'm tired of reading over and over again to keep my heart alive, A Novel promulgating you as the protagonist and setting me out as a spear-carrier, one who has no authorities over you or to get back to this serif once thrown out, yet my clogged throat screams for my mantle as my claggy eyes yet hope to hold your hands and walk my wildest paths with you, walk until the milestones stop describing us, walk until we forget where we started from but at the end of the day, it is all a dream.
I often sit back in my darkest thoughts to summon the essence of this novel which gets bestrewed over the walls of my soul each time I open it up and I try to find you betwixt the black letters, smiling wide with shining eyes, talking with me about us but all that I end up receiving is your opaque shadow, which fades when I fall back.
I'm the tired cause for weeks I'm amidst the pages of this novel and can't get off as your promise to keep promises hold me back.
I want this rigmarole to get to an end as soon as possible but I never wish to turn the last leaflet off.
© Ashwani Singh
#rf_licon_ch
@augustleaf Thank You, Ashutosh for hosting such an amazing challenge.
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25w
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//being scourged on the basis of family and coterie you're born in is one of the worst things some people are still bearing and are befuddled of any fair//
An 11 year old "DALIT" Boy, due to the curse of untouchability was kicked out of the village, by some superintended men considering themselves as superior, so that the sanctity of their village is preserved, he with his family was impelled to stay in a abandoned cottage in the outskirts of the village at the banks of a river
// A Poor Boy who wasn't allowed to live with his freedom of living //
On a daily basis he descried Childern of his age going school, playing together and of course living their lives the way they want to, but he wasn't sanctioned for this as according to the people around him if he did so, he will ruin the saintliness of village.
The River near his house is dried yet he is not rightful to step in the vacancy.
After the terribly hot summer as the murky clouds thumped against each other, those banks gleamed like star and just like any other year over calendar with it's tapping, dancing beads monsoon zonked those banks, quenching it's thirsty ebullience.
Within few hours the river was filled back but the fear of ruining sanctity of river wasn't letting him step in, as the other Childern left his child like heart made him dip, he was lost in pertichor among the ripples until his soul felt it, but might his fate wasn't in his favour and the head of village found him in river.
Unaware of his deed he was hauled out from the river to the village in front of everyone and was hung till death for the sacrosanctity of river.
With his last breath he just questioned,
Why?
// this is just One case and maybe a less cruel, but there are many more suffering at the other end let us all raise our voice before it's too late //
©Ashwani Singh
#dlm_chall_v
@void This is my submission for The Challenge you hosted, Mihika.
Thank You for this wonderful challenge and sorry for maybe exceeding the limit.
@writersnetwork @mirakee.
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galactus
27w
And it happened again !
I was writing a beautiful poetry but i ended up writing your name !
I got lost in your thoughts now whom should i blame !
Ink spilled out of my pen saying that I'm getting tamed !
That's more than a million time you're writing her name !
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If you'll even get the idea of love my heart holds for you, you'll end up falling in love with yourself !
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galactus
32w
For You❤️
This is the day
When a wish came true
The wish of having a daughter
A sister,
A friend and more
Journey till now,
was no less than a labyrinth for her
She went through burning coal beneath her feet
I only know she is the mightiest one i've ever seen
Her words reflect her soul
She is purest than a pure diamond,
Not like others, playing fake roles.
This person is a beautiful mystery
Who never easily openes up
The worthiest of all , just like captain rogers !!
Who really never give up
For me ! just words are not enough
To express my emotion
Im really the happiest today
Because,
This day a wish came true :)
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Do you know?
Even tho we're far apart !
If I'm the darkness then you're the star
If my life is a movie then you're the best part
The reason I love you so much is because you got
My heart ❤️ -
तुम सिर्फ ज़िद करना चांद देखने की ,
में तुम्हें आइना दिखा दूंगा ।
©galactus
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seyfert
1w
Read MoreLife isn't always the kind we look forward to, it keeps a little more than more secrets for us at almost every path we walk and gives ample revelations from we learning to walk till we walking to learn, isn't it?
Through this small voyage of mine around the sun, I learned that there are people and then there are agendas but the problem arises when these two unknown to each other things are confused for each other, but for most of us this is the only thing making them manage a square meal, the so-called "representatives of society", who may tell you about yourself more than your parents would, cause they are the one working for the survival of almost every one of us and sheltering us against any sin, until and unless we do not speak against them, but that handful of liberals sometimes cease to forge a panel to deliver righteousness.
//Meet, Bhanwari Devi, who is still waiting for justice, there has been 21 years since she was gang-raped by some so-called upper-caste men in front of her husband for she opposed the marriage of a nine-month-old-girl child in her native village, Bhateri, situated 55 kilometers from the State Capital of Rajasthan, Jaipur.
Bhanwari Devi was working the fields with her husband when she was sexually assaulted by five men. Her husband was beaten with sticks. When she tried to help, Bhanwari was thrashed and nasty abuses were hurled at her. She begged for mercy. But she was shown none. Two of the attackers pinned her black-and-blue husband to the ground; the other three took turns to rape her.
1985, Bhanwari Devi became a saathin ("friend"), a grassroots worker employed as part of the Women's Development Project (WDP) run by the Government of Rajasthan. As part of her job, she took up issues related to land, water, literacy, health, Public Distribution System, and the payment of minimum wages at famine relief works. In 1987, she took up a major issue of the attempted rape of a woman from a neighboring village. All of these activities had the full support of the members of her village. However, in 1992, Bhanwari found herself alienated, when she took up the issue of child marriage which is still widely practiced in India despite being illegal.
The Perpetrators of this crime are still to be punished and the case drags on in the Rajasthan High Court.//
Is this the prize she should receive for what she did?
Life is too short to ignore such voices cause of course most of them are suppressed way before they are even loud.
© Ashwani Singh and Bhavya Baldev (2021)
@galactus
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https://www.news18.com/news/india/the-story-of-bhanwari-devi-indias-metoo-woman-1682995.html
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Bhanwari Devi with her daughter Rameshwari at the International Women's Day celebrations organized by the Karnataka Lekhakhiyara Sangha (Women Writers' Association) at Kannada Sahitya Parishat in Bangalore on March 9, 2018.|
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V A N T A G E.
Ever seen a rose tearing down into petals?
well, if you haven't I would love to tell you that, it looks beautiful even when it is succumbing.
cause it is not her petals for which she lives rather, for the thorns it beats, for the elegant scent it breathes, and for the unending euphoria it blooms.
The happiness and ecstasy of that bud never depend upon the shade encircling it.
it just blooms nevertheless the vicinity of the hearts or the chats of inhumane humans and that's the same way it breaks, into several chunks, adding to the of the air around it.
Should we not learn from that rose?
Well, we all are somewhere or the other beautiful, beautiful in our counting ways, so why can we just not stay around and appreciate ourselves for being the way we are?
why can we not admire the fact, that we are all we need?
why can we not adore our real selves?
//living the way others wish us to see is easy but to be the way we are is an arduous task as of today//
START LIVING YOUR REAL SELF BEFORE YOU BECOME A STRANGER TO YOURSELF.
© Bhavya Baldev 2021
Thumbnail: Guruji @galactus.
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@dusky_dawn
May 2021 brings with it all the things you've been wishing for��
I love you❤️.
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"तुम एक लडक़ी हो और हमारे घर में लड़कियों को पढ़ाया नहीं जाता, उनका काम केवल इतना होता है कि वो बड़ी हो और ब्याह कर अपने घर चली जाएं"
My Grandma was 6 when she was told this by her father cause the thing she asked for was, books to study basic acronyms of the Hindi language, this all seems to be meaningless as of today, right?
but, it did happen with her and I'm sure she wasn't the ONLY one back then, just for the sake they were women they were not allowed to study cause if they will study they might be able to recognize the difference between, what is right and what is wrong, isn't it?
All they were supposed to do was, give birth to a new life, which would be better if a boy resides in that womb cause again if she would be a girl they would have to search for someone who could keep her cause of course she had no right over her own body.
Now, if I am talking about my grandma's childhood then this incident isn't older than 70 years so if you go deep and think a little further what would have been the Challenges those would have faced by Maa Savitri Bai Phule some 180 years ago, to think only about it is so frightening but she did, she didn't quit and ultimately she won!
She never discriminated between, The so-called Upper Caste and The lower caste as she belonged to the Shudra Community and knew how it felt to be discriminated against based on the family you are born in, for her anyone sitting in her class was a student seeking enlightenment, and nothing more.
The Concepts of Women Education, Saving Girl Child, Mid-day Meals in schools for Backward Children, Scholarships for poor and needy students may sound like concepts being introduced by some government at a particular time but they were all introduced by her, cause for her if you are women and you're educated and healthy you would make a whole generation ahead of yours educated and nurtured.
Today, On her 190th Birth Anniversary, I Bow Down to and Thank her for all she did, so that today I could convey my thoughts to all of you.
"स्वाभिमान से जीने के लिए पढ़ाई करो, पाठशाला ही इंसान का सच्चा गहना है।"
सावित्री बाई फुले।
IF YOU ARE A GIRL AND YOU COULD READ THIS, THANK HER.
@colourfulgreys You Inspired me to write this ��
@soulfulstirrings @manasaa For you both are True Inspirations ❤
@galactus Thank you for supporting me through all the Ups and Downs ♥️
@writersnetwork Thank you for the Repost :").
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amulyafreelancerr
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Read MoreI returned on Mirakee 5 days ago and this time for sure. Since then I've had 5 WN reposts, 2 Editor's Choice selections and and a POD today which was inspired by Anukriti's POD winning post which she posted yesterday :')
Anukriti(@_dangerous_divaa) and I decided to return together as this is our home because we met each other here only, on a sweet night of March, four years ago and we've been together ever since.
To get this much love and appreciation in just a matter of 5 countable days, the feeling is inexpressible.
Thank you @mirakee, @writersnetwork and everyone who has been showering us with all the love and appreciation. We're overwhelmed.
Here's a two-liner dedicated to y'all amazing people!
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Apologies for being inactive in the comments section, I promise I'll read all of your comments and posts soon!
Much love! <3My next words are beautiful only because
you filled the previous ones with immaculate love!
-Amulya -
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I dreamt something aesthetic last night,
all I can recall is your face.
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M I S T L E T O E.
I had my eyes closed when that cold breeze kissed my dozed face along with caressing the green happy shrubs of the mistletoe right in my sight as if was trying to touch and then compare who is happier at the time.
I could feel the moon trying talk to me gazing through the clouds, maybe, she was a bit covetous to see me in the warmth of your arms through that cold and blue night, as you were trying to put me a little closer to your heart, the moon started to fade, embracing her scars and hiding her face towards the other side of the earth so as she may give us space to conceal our hearts in the same sphere.
That mistletoe as was trying to call me around it and pour her love over us, maybe she never wanted to mark her presence for us
kiss my lips down that green shrub, will you?
Maybe, I'm a little lucky or I'm a little luckier, cause, of course, I'm lucky as I got you by me, no matter how cold, dark and deep the night is, yours is the only light my eyes seeks for cause you only are the one I want to consecrate my time for.
// The moon is never alone, it's always around the closest star from a distance//
© Bhavya Baldev 2020
You're the best thing that happened to me this year @galactus ��✨
Thank you for the repost @writersnetwork ��.
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ikshitij
4w
Read MoreWe are two perfectly imperfect pieces that dared to fit together as corners were known, flaws were trimmed and now they look beautiful holding hands. If someone had told me that one day there would be light illuminating every corner, the question would have been how and not who.
However, you dared to ignite sparks in my soul and teach me that fire does not always destroy and to the exact extent warms and drives away the cold from the heart. Now we are like two stars pretending that they can die together one day because if there is a wish to ask, it is to see each other in the eyes at the same time always.
We act free like two expanding universes, devouring planets, beds, chairs, sofas and streets with our kisses, some subtle like the breeze on our faces one morning in Shimla or impetuous like the Mumbai, incapable of being navigated by someone other than are not our skins that already know where to go to starboard and when to go full steam ... the one that comes out of love in our hands when we caress each other.
We are indeed the utopia of those who fell in love in times of war and never saw each other again, the story that does not end, the story that begins, the dream, the salt of the sea, forests, trees, the flora and fauna that grows in Our joyful hearts every time we meet, the fountain of eternal youth when I record the exact smell of your perfume when hugging you and I believe that it is possible to see you again in eternity or find you in my next life no matter where you go. We are the end of the rainbow where it is said that you find a pot of gold while I just think "I hope you are there."We are indeed the utopia of those who fell in love in times of war and never saw each other again, the story that does not end, the story that begins, the dream, the salt of the sea, forests, trees, the flora and fauna that grows in our joyful hearts every time we meet.
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And when I'm gone,
Remember me as the thought
That sprung a smile on your lips
Before making you cry.
©veloc1ty_
