It hurts...

I never cry when u hurt me. I only cry when I hurt u too...

Childlike poems...

Though I'm a single parent of my poems; there are many inspiration donors.

Switched off...

I have a peculiar kind of confidence now. I allow them who try but fail to hurt me. Because for them my heart is always switched off... ;)

Happiness creates & creation gives happiness

I'm happy because when I feel sad, I exhale my sorrow through writing and while writing gradually sadness takes the back seat and creativity comes to the forefront....happiness prevails...
Every moment we all think this or that, still we often advice others not to think much.. Sometimes I wonder that some people who hardly know me, have strong opinion about me and they are much worried about my future; even more than my parents.30+ people are more concerned about my marriage and 20+s want me to have a boy friend. What I want is a mystery...;)
Thankfully I have a sharp memory. I remember my mistakes and never repeat them.Thus I keep going...and will go on...I get many people along my stride & still I prepare to walk alone and whenever I'm alone, I never feel lonely...

On World Anger Day...

Sab kehte hain gussa thuk do....Magar mere ander itna tha ke ulti karni padi...

Khisti... Bangla

Mone moneo kauke khisti (kancha) marini kokhono. Ek ati priyo bondhu jokhon bollo ami naki bhalo shajar jonyo khisti mari na...mone holo shey amar theke khisti chhara ar kichui daabi kore na...tobu parlam na dite...mone moneo na. Merechho kolshir kana tai bole khisti debo na ;)

Beauty...

After creating even a small thing when I face the mirror...I feel I am beautiful... :)

Being UNIQUE

Normally we have one nose, two eyes, two ears and a couple of lips on our faces but still all the faces look different from each other. Even if we all have the same body parts,we don't look similar.We all are naturally unique outside or inside. We don't need to have extra wings to fly or to prove our uniqueness.

Just imagine...

Guess what!!! I write poems sometimes as a mother or a widow or a devorcee as well...I never needed to go through those experiences on my own. But whenever I write as a lover; I'm always asked that if I dedicate those lines to someone special...Do I really need a boy friend to have romantic thoughts... :D

Berozgaar hoon, magar bekaar nahin....

Kavita ho ya zindagi jiski hai wohi jaane... Aur kabhi kabhi koi na jane...

Zaruri nahin ke har ek kavita sochne pe majboor kare.Waise hi zaruri nahin ke kisi kavita ko kavine jo sochke likhi hai pathak padhke wohi samjhe. Pathak to kuch bhi matlab nikaal sakta hai. Aur aisa bhi hota hai ke kisi kavita ko likhte waqt kavi ne shayad socha bhi na ho aisa hi kuch matlab nikal aata hai. Thik jaise har kisiki zindagi logon ko sochne pe majboor nahin karti, har koi ek hi nazriye se zindagi ko nahin dekhta, aur kabhi kabhi jiski zindagi hai wo bhi nahin janta ke iske maine kya hai aur kya kya maine nikale ja sakte hain. Aur mujhe to lagta hai ke main khud hi ek kavita hoon, jo kavita bani ya nahin khud kavi ko bhi nahin pata...Zamane pe chhod deti hoon aur dekhti hoon ke kya kya vishleshan saamne ata hai... :)

Sorry ... I'm late

On our 1st meeting the 1st sentence u told me was "Sorry, I'm late"... You meant the last few minutes or hours u made me waiting...But I was thinking about all those years we spent without knowing each other. So I made a quick reply & said..."I'm late too.Sorry." ♥♥♥

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If you can't calm down...you will definitely come down... 

Vaani

Talking bad things about people behind their backs won't harm their image but only yours. By this act you are helping neither them nor yourself to become a better human being. So be a friend and tell them on their face or just shut up...


Sometimes people do it only because they are out of their minds and can't bare the situation anymore and start telling others. Initially u'll look at it as hypocrisy but later u should consider it as immaturity. It helps me to forgive in that case.

Quote ... :)

If life is personified.................................................... you are dead... ;)

Options...

A small window shows that the following page(s) have become unresponsive. You can wait for them to become responsive or kill them. There should be another option like you can poke them ;)


A few years back I wrote on Facebook status that in relationships also u get these 2 options when they become unresponsive...and I always preferred to wait... Now I think u should wait...then poke and then kill them and reload :)

The only advice I took is not to take others advice ;)

Don't advice me to stop thinking much.Whenever I do so, I make wrong moves, I believe in others' perceptions, I stop creating and above all I stop being myself. I'm a thinker and it suits me... :)

Dhuchka

Har rishte ka naam hona zaruri to nahin. Hum kabhi chhote se rishte ko bahut bada naam de detein hain. Aur kabhi ek khaas rishte ko bade hi sadharan shabdon mein bayan karte hain. Humare jitne dost hain sabhi hamari zindagi mein ek jaise maine nahin rakhte. Balki har ek dost ke liye apne dil mein alag jagah hoti hai, kyun ki woh bhi ek dusre se alag hote hain. Unke saath humare rishtein bhi alag hote hain magar hum usko ek hi naam mein bayan kar dete hain.."Dosti". Har rishte se maine kuch na kuch sikha hai aur wohi sikh leke aage badhi hoon.

Meri zindagi ka sabse purana rishta...jiska aj taq koi naam nahi de payi magar wo aj bhi bahut kuch maine rakhta hai mere liye. Main tab paanch saal ki thi. Dhuchka naam se bulati thi main unhe. Is naam ka matlab jaise pata nahin waise hi rishte ka naam bhi nahin pata. Is rishte ko dekha jaye to Kabuliwala aur Mini khoki ki yaad zarur aati hai. Hamare deewaar ke saath tambu garke wo rahte the aur sadak banane ka kaam karte the. Haan,ek mazdur admi se mujhe jitna kuch mila, shayad hi kisi aur se mila ho. Main khidki pe chadhke unse baatein karti thi. Pata nahin kya thi wo baatein. Mujhe yeh bhi pata nahin un pe mujhe itna bharosa kyun tha. Bachpan se hi mujhe ghar mein sikhaya gaya tha ke kisi anjaan admi se koi khana mat khana ya phir darwaze ke paas akele mat jana, utha le jayega. Lekin dhuchka jab bhi mujhe deewar ki taraf bula kar kabhi mithai, kabhi Jaynagar ka moa khilata tha...mujhe kabhi darr ka ahsaas nahin hua. Main ghar me bina bataye chhup chhup ke kone mein jake wo sab khati thi. Unhone mujhe kabhi  mele se do jori churiaan lake di to kabhi orange n black combination ka dancing frock, kabhi kaanch ka putla. Mujhe har wo cheez aj taq yaad hai. Ma baba hamesha unhe yeh sab dene ko mana karte the. Lekin wo mayus ho jate the to zyada kuch bola bhi nahin jata tha. Unhone mujhe ek din ek chandi ka haar banwake diya to ma bahut gussa ho gayi. Lekin aj bhi wo mere sabse keemti khazanon mein se ek hain.

Ekdin unke ghar se ek chithhi ayi . Wo padh nahin paye aur ma ko padhke sunane ko kaha. Uske dusre din se ma ne unko padhana shuru kiya. Shaam ko kaam khatam hote hi wo pencil aur kitaabein leke aa jate the hamare ghar padhne. Phir sadak banane ka kaam khatam hua aur wo wapas apne gaon chale gaye.

Humare paas unka koi ata pata nahin tha. Woh nahin aate wapas to phir mulaqaat nahin hoti. Kuch saal baad main jab bara tera saal ki hoon, Dhuchka wapas aye. Humse mile aur humare paros mein rikshaw chalane lage. Zyada din wo kaam bhi unko bhaya nahin aur wo phir wapas chale gaye. Isi dauran mujhe ajeeb ajeeb khayal ate the. Main kabhi kabhi raat mein sochti thi ke jab wo mujhe apni beti ki tarah pyar dete hain to main kyun unhe apne papa ki tarah pyar nahin de sakti. Yehi soch ke kayi raat main royi...
Aksar log pyar de kar wapas na milne par rote hain...lekin shayad tabhi se mere soch kuch ulat pulat se the. Dusro ke dukh mein ro kar mujhe sukoon milta tha. Shayad ye bhi ek ajeeb sa pyar hi tha jiska koi naam nahin. Aur unhi raaton ne mujhe sikha diya ke zaruri nahin tum kisise jitna pyar karo utna hi pyar tumhe unse mile. shayad isi liye tabhi se kisi bhi rishte se mujhe zyada ummeed nahin thi. Is liye jab bhi kisi rishte se kuch achha mila to ummeed se badh kar achha laga aur bura mila to bhi zyada bura...

Dhuchka ki baatein zahan mein hamesha ati thi magar hum unse baat nahin kar pate the. Ma ne unke baare mein ek kavita bhi likhi thi. Kuch dinon pehle wo phir hamare yahan aye. Bara tera saal baad unhe dekha. Dekhne mein thode se kamzor lage. Lekin hasi bilkul waisi hi hai. Unko maine apni acting clippings dikhayi aur unhone kaha ke hume to heroines ko dekhne ke liye paise de kar jana paRta hai...Tum to pehchanne layak nahin rahi... Shayad main pehchanne layak na rahoon lekin Mini khoki ki tarah apne kabuliwala Dhuchka ko pehchanne se kabhi inkaar nahin kar paungi....