hrichakumari

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  • hrichakumari 9w

    आई एम वेरी लेजी टू यूज हिन्दी फ्रोंट

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    Duniya ke shor mein khud
    ko gumsoom paya,
    is bheed mein khade hokar
    Khud ko jeena sikhaya.

    Sabse lad kar Khud ko Akela paaya
    is khamosh samundar Mein doob kar
    khud ko sahil se milvayaa,
    jab sara jaha chord gaya muje
    khud ko Akele sameta hai maine.

    Khud ki daastan likhne aaya tha
    ab apni khamoshi likh raha hun mein,
    khali pan ko bharte bharte jaise
    khokle pan mein doob raha hun.

    In andheri raaton mein ye
    jagmagata shehar meri
    galtiyon Ki shikayat karta hai,
    khud ko khudse bhagta dekh kar
    Ye muj par he hasta hai.

    Itna khata hun khudse ki
    in zakhmo ki kahani nhi
    Likh pata hun ab,
    Meri parchyi bhi muj se riha
    Hokar is kalank se aazad hona
    Chahti hai ab.
    ©hrichakumari

  • hrichakumari 12w

    He will skim through your soul
    to see the virtuous umbra in you
    and caress your pretty lie so slightly
    that your open pores will start environing
    ©hrichakumari

  • hrichakumari 15w

    He knocked at my door on
    the coldest night,
    where I laid on bed
    Seeing my self with a sigh!
    He took my hand,
    held my waist
    and the fortune of light
    was playing the melody of fate
    I saw a black and blue hue in
    his eyes,
    which will protect my anxious breathing
    and give me a reason to stay alive.
    He rippled his hand
    through curls of my hair
    replaced aconitum with
    Mogras and wisdom of fairy tales
    He blended my dessicated skin
    with all shades of pastel stain
    while I was searching for
    the broken bottles
    he showed me empty voids of regret
    that I carried a long way.
    ©hrichakumari

  • hrichakumari 27w

    Her sacred soul
    With shimmering eyes
    lingering over the years
    To bloom
    Like blue hyacinth
    That fragrance,
    whose Scent is
    known only to her.

    Her montonous voice
    Rejoices the dead vitality
    That paradise was
    Blessed with the hue,
    The serenity of her face
    That could only be
    seen by few.

    Behind the florals bar
    She was adorned
    With scars,
    The ragas sung by her
    Mollify the person,
    When rhythm beated
    fiercely,the filthy
    environment flushed
    with tears.
    ©hrichakumari

  • hrichakumari 28w

    टूकड़ो मे जी रहा हूं
    हर रात खुद से, हार रहा हूं
    खुटन हो रही है खुद से
    अंधेरों का साया बन कर,
    इनमे जी रहा हूं |


    ©ऋचा

  • hrichakumari 32w

    @writersnetwork
    @mirakee

    Just be a good listener!

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    Take a deep breath!
    This sounds so delight
    But one who is suffering
    Feels the torment every night.

    I am doubting my sanity
    Don't know why?
    There is no one to listen
    To make it right.

    People pass judgement
    At every sight
    They offer solutions &
    Pretend to be a therapist,of every kind.

    It seems to be dramatic but
    Distress me all time
    I can't outburst my feelings
    Bottling all inside.

    Everything discomfort me
    Except the -ve thinking of mine,
    It's dwelling day by day
    Stabbing the positivity,which I cannot deny.
    ©hrichakumari

  • hrichakumari 45w

    Har cheez zaruri nahi

    Har jaadu main Karishma nahi
    Jo cheezo ko badal de
    Har phool me wo khubsurti nahi
    Jo sabko akarshit kar le
    Cheeze palti bhi hai,
    Aur bikhri bhi hai
    Jo unko suljha de wo,
    Aksar jaadugar nhi.

    Jo khud ko badal le wo koi badlav nhi
    Gira hua insan bhi uth jaata hai
    Parantu,
    Giri hui cheeze, utha nhi sakta
    Jo duniya ki baatein nazar andaz Kare
    Wo koi ahankari nahi.
    Soye hue Sher ko jagana sahi nhi,
    Har takatwar insan mard ho,
    zaruri nhi.

    Khule gagan main chidiya bhi
    Lehraati hai
    Wo aakash ki Rani nahi,
    Jo khud pe gurur kar le
    Wo behtreen insan nahii.
    ©hrichakumari

  • hrichakumari 49w

    Thoughts

    I am connecting my thoughts
    Through roots of the tree
    Where transpiration of notion
    takes place
    They are mixed with several taste,
    One of the cotyledon comes out
    And
    Building of thoughts forming maze.

    It's been many months
    That
    They grew old and wild
    Where the detachment is taking place
    And I don't know why.

    After remoteness
    The resins are released
    to throw the negative vibes
    This process repeats every time
    To build up new
    Thoughts again
    Which never going to be mine.
    ©hrichakumari

  • hrichakumari 50w

    Dream

    My dreams are carved in imagination
    Where reality doesn't exist
    Some are lucid,some are nightmare
    And the soma of animation is built

    We meet together every night
    To cross our path
    We dissolve in each other
    To remove the essence of wrath

    The opaque atmosphere
    Keeps the delimit surrounding dark
    Am the pessimist and you optimist
    And we keep our reminiscence far

    You mildly walk away from me
    In this dusky sight
    I keep gazing at you
    And you evanesce every time.
    ©hrichakumari

  • hrichakumari 59w

    Adhura Main

    Teri yaadon ko kaise mitao
    Jo muj se jud chuke hai

    Is tute hue dil ki halat Kise baatu
    Jo saare dard seh chuke hai

    Apni halat par has raha Hun
    Duniya ka jootha nakab dekh raha hun

    Tu sath nahi hai mere
    Khud ki khamoshi se lad raha hun

    Tune is rishte ko aisa Toda
    Ab,
    Ye darare chup nahi rahi
    Ye adhuri Kahani Kise suno
    Jo,
    pure hone ke liye intezar kar rahi

    Tere Jane ka gam nahi hai muje
    Tere bina bhi jee lunga
    Par,
    In yaadon ka kya?
    Jo tuje soch kar ro raha hoga.
    ©hrichakumari