parisswet

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  • parisswet 3d

    Jo haath saalon se khilaye the,
    Aaj wahi upar utte hain, pratishedh mein,
    Dilli ke bahar arajakta nahi,
    Vishwasghat kiya hai,
    Asamadhan ki srishti nahi,
    Kisanon ki bali chad rahi hai,
    Aaj keh do haan,
    Inn hazaron haathon ki dua mil jayegi,
    Dukhte pet ko sukoon mil jayegi,
    Ek sau tees karod ki janta ko rahat mil jayegi,
    Varna rehne do, karodon ke bhukhmare ke tadad mein,
    Milalo inke aashaon ko bhi,
    Na kal kisan ki mauth dekhi,
    Na aaj unka virodh,
    Aankh bandh rakhne mein na jaane kaunsa sukh milta hai,
    Na kisan ki mauth hazam hoti hai,
    Na unka rona hamein hazam hota hai,
    Akele bolne wale hain, par nidar kayam hai,
    Mazboot unke awaaz hai, dil hindustani hai,
    Banata kisan hai,
    Par khate to sab insaan hai,
    Fir kyon hai jijak,
    Kis baat ka hai sankoch,
    Inke aasuon ke baadal ko pure bharat mein barsao,
    Banao hamari pehchaan ek, tabhi tho desh ek banega,
    Tab tak lage raho, bhaiya,
    Waise bhi sarkar hans hi rahi hai.....


    Swetha V
    @parisswet







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    Kisan rosh

    Sab ka ek vishwaas hai bharat.
    Isliye sabka yogdaan bhi zaroori hai.
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  • parisswet 5d

    11 Jan 2021

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    Notes of bereavement

    It is at a point of no return,
    That I think of you,
    Our life's like wild roses,
    And touch-me-nots,
    Like a signal for old travellers,
    Much irrelevant but prosaic,
    Before this wind catches fire,
    I'm vanishing, hiding in the gaps of today,
    Till it envelops me, let that leave you free,
    When I clear away like the winter fog,
    I'll release you like a serene picture,
    Of that sleeping beauty under the cold sky.
    When you sing over the grave of death,
    I know you'll rise like a nightingale,
    A gift in the nothingness,
    I'll leave you like the twilight,
    The shadow of the setting sun...

    Swetha V
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  • parisswet 5d

    Twilight is an art of perfection,
    A colourful shadow of setting sun,
    A play of colours to welcome the dark,
    An array of emotions for those who seek,
    The purpose of life amidst the sun, moon, clouds and the stars.....
    ©parisswet

  • parisswet 13w

    14 Oct 2020

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    Don't think that people live.
    You don't live. You escape and you adjust.
    You look up and the world fits in your vision,
    But the frame changes so much,
    It's like living with earthquakes....
    ©parisswet

  • parisswet 14w

    11 Oct 2020

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    Queen of the night

    I look at the dark outside,
    As if we are both bereaved,
    Looking inside each other to complete,
    Looking for answers others buried,
    We don't meet like the rain and earth,
    Who fleetingly ease into each other's arms,
    But the sweet embrace disappears at sunshine.

    We meet like the river out to the sea,
    Where our difference seems to cease,
    And I grow into you,
    While you are born into me,
    There's no ending to me,
    As long as we replace each other for eternity.

    Swetha V
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  • parisswet 15w

    @allbymyself

    4 Oct 2020

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    My desires are tall like the everest,
    Wish you were a speck with no address,
    I'm atop but seething like snow,
    Stranger to cacophonies and calls,
    I'm a bird then soaring high but blind,
    And at times dipping like the grand canyon.
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  • parisswet 15w

    I have seen them so alive,
    Almost talking to me,
    Playful teasing with the wind,
    They nudge the little human,
    Inside me like a favourite sister,
    I'd look at them mesmerized,
    Though I've always loved their heights,
    It's they who have come down to me,
    I thought they'd play out a little fairytale,
    In the summers when it rained,
    But more than fairies, they are angels,
    Apart from magic, they possess kindness,
    They taught me humanity more than any human did,
    To give and serve to the last breath,
    Like the green stood for strength of character,
    Don't they rise high to the sky for the Sun's love,
    And stand tall like mute spectators in the night,
    Pretending to be stagehands for moon's soiree,
    They are rooted but they rise up all their life,
    As they rise they get more down to earth,
    Simplicity that supplements survival,
    It's a sweet ambition,
    They look like dejected sketches seeking solace,
    In moonlit nights,
    They are singing troupers in the mountain's high winds,
    Admiring the earth like they are the rain's children.



    By parisswet

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    Trees

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  • parisswet 15w

    You run away with castles,
    Smoke billowing like your shadow,
    You were like the only epiphany I had,
    And I thought I was seriously in love.
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  • parisswet 15w

    Say you are a star or the moon itself,
    I'm tired of looking for you in all places...


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  • parisswet 16w

    Nature destroyed,
    But we remain blind,
    Do we wait for the end?
    ©parisswet