Poetry

By Sumit Kumar Agrawal जब मे बच्चा होता था ,एक नन्ही परी घर अति थी उसको देख कर मेरा दिल, सपनो से भर जाती थी एक अनजाने इश्क ने मुझको, अपने वश मे कर लिया बच्चा था तो क्या हुआ,प्यार ने मुझे आगोश मे कर लिया पापा के ऑफिस के सामने से, जब वो गुजर जाती थी दिल की धड़कन तेज और, जुबान बंद हो जाती थी एक झलक उसकी देखने खातिर, पलक मचल जाति थी निगाहें घूमती सब तरफ और, दिल बेकाबू हो जाती थी मन मे प्यार तमाम छुपाकर ,उम्र बढ़ता चला गया हजारों ख्वाहिश दिल मे दबाकर, उम्र बढ़ता चला गया उसपर नजर ग

By Sumit Kumar Agrawal मेरी सगाई मे उसके बहन के, पीछे–पीछे छिप–छिप कर एक  गुड़िया ने देखी मुझको, प्यार से निहार कर दिखने मे वो दुबली पतली , नजर भोली भाली थी प्यार से छेड़ने आई थी मुझको ,वो मेरी एक लौती साली थी जूता चुरा कर मारे खुशी के , वो बहुत इतराई थी नेग के पैसे लेने खातिर ,वो बच्चो सा जिद लाई थी मिर्ची वाला पान खिलाकर ,उसके गाल मे लाली थी जैसी भी थी वो नखरेवाली ,वो मेरी प्यारी साली थी कितना प्यारा मंजर था वो, जब इंतजार हमारा होता था हाथों मे गुलदस्ते लिए, नजर किनारा किना

By Sumit Kumar Agrawal वो रात भी कैसी रात थी ,जब हमारी पहली रात थी मन मे बहुत खयाल खिला था, दिल मे भरी अरमान थी घर वालो ने केसर वाले दूध बनाकर रखे थे रिस्तेदारो ने गुलकंद वाले पान सजाकर रखे थे  फूल से सजे कमरे मे, बिस्तर गुलाब से भरी थी गुलाब के बीच मे गुलाब खिला था, मौसम हरी भरी थी  एक दूसरे के आंखों मे प्यार,और मन मे था बहुत अरमान  कैसी बीतेगी रात आजकी ,कही मौसम न बन जाए बेईमान  खामोश लब्ज़ मे रात कट गई, निगाहों से बाते होती रही  प्यार का आलम आसमान पर था, होठ–होटों को छूती 

By Sumit Kumar Agrawal वक्त ने मेरे वक्त का हिसाब मांगा  कहां कहां बरबाद किए बता अभागा  मेने कहा वक्त ने मुझे कभी अभागा होने नही दिया  और मैने तो अपना वक्त सभी अपनो को ही दे दिया  वक्त ने पूछा तुम्हे क्या मिला  सुकून चैन या धन दौलते मिलि  गुस्सा प्यार या नफरते  मिलि  इज्जत शोहरत या तारीफे मिली  रिस्ते, फरिस्ते या तकलीफे मिली  जितना वक्त अपनो को दिया वो बरबाद हो गई जिम्मेदारी निभाते निभाते जवानी भी छूट गई  प्यार के पल जो बांटा करते थे अपनो से  बहुत कुरबानी देनी पड़ती थी अपने स

By Sumit Kumar Agrawal यूं तो दुनिया मे कोई शब्द नही है, मां पर लिखने के लिए  फिर भी कुछ अल्फाज कोशिश करता हूं,लिखने के लिए ममता की मूरत और भगवान की सूरत होती है !"मां" प्यार का दरिया और सबसे खूबसूरत होती है !  "मां " मां ही चलना सिखाती है, मां ही बोलना सिखाती है  जब पढ़ाई मे हो कमजोर तो, मां  ही राह दिखाती है  ज्ञान का दीप जलाती है,संस्कार का घी डालती है  किससे करू तुलना मां कि,वो भगवान से पहले आति है  बच्चों के हृदय की विडंबना को, चेहरे से पढ़ लेती है  बिन बोले बच्चों की हर

By K.Rajath O magnificent River Ganga, divine, Through sacred lands, your waters twine. From Kailash’s peak, you gently flow— Sacred stream where even heavens bow. River of ages, timeless and old, Where whispered legends gently unfold. Ever-pregnant Mother, life you bear, Guiding lost souls with tender care. Pilgrims kneel where your waters run. In your waters, they find peace in return. The holy Kumbh beneath your feet— Where sins dissolve and hearts find beat. A single dip—

By K.Rajath All lived not so amicably, In a home of flesh and bone, With a heart that beat in musical rhythm, And a mind that was all its own. The Kind Master of the home, Favoured some, yet none were left bare, Each emotion found its room, Though none held full dominion there. The Master gave them all enough to feed, Though unaware of what they need— In silence they fed, feasting deep From morning’s blush to midnights sleep. Like parasites upon their hosts they chose, Draini

By K.Rajath Epigraph “In the coastal land of Kerala, where the palms meet the sea, Lurks a legend feared for centuries — the Odiyan.” Odiyan In times old, beside the sea Arabian, Sleeps silent, the land of coconut, Lulled by the lullaby of the mighty sea — But all changes when night falls, you see. In the Land of Gods — When darkness descends, and shadows crawl, Treads the most evil of them all. Unknown to new man, the lightless night, In the darkest place of the darkest nigh

By Vikasini. Y प्राचीन कथाओं की छाया में, जहां सपनों को अनसुना किया गया था, वह खड़ी थी, रात के विरुद्ध एक ज्वाला, उसका दिल एक प्रकाशस्तंभ, उज्ज्वल और निडर। मौन की गलियों में वह चली, अपने कंधों पर बोझ उठाए, उसने दुनिया की कठोर दृष्टि का सामना किया, और अनगिनत तूफानी दिनों से लड़ी। हर बार गिरने पर वह फिर उठी, उसकी आत्मा मजबूत, उसका साहस सच्चा, उसने अपने दर्द को अपने गीत में बुना, एक धुन जो गलतियों को सुधारने वाली थी। जहां संदेह और डर के खेत थे, वहां उसने ताकत के बीज बोए, जगह बना

By Vikasini. Y Looking at the stars, I feel your presence, The night sky a canvas splattered with light, Each twinkling dot, a reflection of your essence, Guiding me through darkness, ever so bright. In the vast expanse, I search for your face, Amongst galaxies and nebulae, I trace, The constellations, a celestial embrace, Whispering secrets of love and grace. The moon, a guardian, a silver sentinel, Casting its glow upon my weary soul, Its gentle touch, a reminder so element

By Vikasini. Y In the heart of darkness, a beacon of light, Emerges a vision, a celestial sight, Black, the canvas of the universe's embrace, Peace, the melody that resonates in space. No constraints of form, no boundaries to bind, Free verse unfurls, unburdened, unconfined, Words dance on the page, a rhythmic parade, As the poet's pen weaves its intricate braid. Black, the mystery, the infinite expanse, Peace, the serenity, the tranquil advance, In this vast palette of ebony

By Vikasini. Y A world of wonder, unseen and clean. Soft as silk, smooth as cream, A secret place, where dreams are made. In this hidden realm, she wears no disguise, Her true self shines like the morning skies. With every gesture, grace abounds, And beauty flows from her hands. Her wrists, they dance with elegance, As if the stars were performing in advance. Each movement, a symphony of grace, A testament to her inner light. Oh, beneath her sleeves, such magic lies, A treasu

By Vikasini. Y I heard her scream in the most of her dreams, She was getting chased for the worst of her deeds. As a human, her mouth always watered from greed, She went into this frenzy hearing other people's grief. In someone's misery, she found her happiness, She treated herself no less than a princess. A princess of sins who wasn't from the Disneyland, She walked with a burning rose scaring people of her own land. A princess of nation who was an epitome of depravity, She

By Vikasini. Y In the realm of freedom's boundless expanse, There stood a soul, weighed down by chains. Her spirit, once ablaze with fiery passion, Now dulled by shackles that held her back. Oh, the weight of those burdensome links! Each one an echo of a forgotten dream, A reminder of battles fought in vain, And the yearning for a life yet unseen. Her wrists adorned with iron clasps, Each link etched with scars of time. Bound to the past, unable to move, She longed for a tast

By Vikasini. Y In the realm of boundless dreams, there resides A kid by thoughts, with wings unfurled wide. In his eyes, the universe gleams and sighs, A poet's heart, where imagination resides. His mind, a tapestry of colors untamed, A symphony of words, his thoughts unnamed. He dances to the rhythm of celestial spheres, Where dreams take flight, and banish all fears. With every step, he paints his own sky, A canvas vast, where fantasies never die. He wanders through meadows

By Shailendra Yadav Queries into the heart’s abyss, In the ancient territory of bliss; Invocation to manifestation, An attempt for revelation. Flapping against winds, Or gliding with currents, Dancing with precision, Or whirling as an expression. One born out of a strike, Or one that breathes through a reed pipe. It’s not easy to tell, Yet we must ask and dwell — In the ascetic calm of the non-violent man, Or in violence fulfilling a divine plan. In mad rapture of longing and

By Pritika Dash Autumn dawned, leaves fell and flowers withered, The breeze in it carried an infant; somberly dainty Who emerged from the gaseous form of candy floss-the clouds that fluttered Winds wailed around her; compared to which the newborn was scanty   The clouds eyes fixated once and never looked back, She was bid goodbye by her sun without whom all she lacked He abandoned her staining her fortresses of pure ivory With pink, gold and blue making his muse understand he

By Gayatri A Lesson from my childhood, taught me The difference between a home and a house. Today, I'm left with no home but the house that witnessed the magical energy of home. The time to leave the house did also come around. Tears ran in my eyes for leaving the house that felt like home a few years back, for leaving the house that holds the scenarios memories of home. A fear ran in my entire body, The fear of losing the memories The fear of losing “The Wall”, which witness

By Gayatri Two friends. Interlinked. The Moment and The Memory. They play different roles in the drama of the Universe and of a person. Never on the same line. The happiest moment could be the worst nightmare. Memory* Bonds too tough to break The friends, "Belongs to the same Universe, but they live very differently from each other. indeed." By Gayatri

By Hina Jethwani When he reaps seeds of efforts and his work whispers in dark, Your  determination to achieve your goal  creates a benchmark. He waters your dream with love, And when you succeed he can see a ray of hope. At the stadium filled with crowd, With a pistol in hand when you shoot the target you make him proud. When you stand  in front of Nation with Medals, He had tears not of sorrow, but joy that made you emotional. Losing international when you cried out loud, Pa