Poetry

By Riya Khurana They say we have the largest constitution  With lots and lots of rules and regulations  We have tons of leaders  For our welfare  But here comes the irony  Rules are made  But no justice is laid  And with time everything is fade  The count of humans has increased  Yet the soul of humanity has decreased  The Country which holds the tag of “Unity in Diversity”  Is the country where countless religious conflicts prevail No one is happy  None are satisfied  Every

By Riya Khurana Khushiyon se khil uthta hai chehra  Aur ise paane ke liye har insaan hai thehra  Kisi ko saaman kharid kar  To kisi ko saaman bech kar  Kisi ko e-mail me likhe congratulations se  To Kisi ko album me padhi purani tasveer se  Mil jati hai khushiyan  Hostel se ghar jaakar  Ya ghar se bahar aakar  Apno se bat karke  Ya ache marks laakar  Mehsoos ho jati hai khushiyan  Par khojne se nahi milti hai khushiyan  Kyuki yeh koi gufa me chupa khazana nahi  Balki har lamh

By Riya Khurana Start focusing on what you are doing  Instead of what you will be doing  Start focusing on what you have  Instead of what you don’t  Start counting your blessings  Instead of misfortunes You will start realising that you are living  Instead of surviving  By Riya Khurana

By Riya Khurana माँ मम्मी मम्मा कई नाम है तेरे लेकिन कहते है ना नाम में क्या रखा है इसलिए ही तो इन सब के अर्थ दुनिया है मेरे लिए खुद ही डाटकर खुद ही चुप कराने से लेकर दूसरों के दिए हुए ज़ख्मों को भरने तक ऐसा कोई काम नहीं जो तू ना कर सके दुनिया से लड़ना नहीं आता क्योंकि तेरे होते हुए कभीं लडने की ज़रूरत ही नहीं पडी शुक्रिया ये शब्द बहुत छोटा है तेरे लिए, ये जिंदगी बहुत छोटी है तेरे त्यागो का एहसान चुकाने के लिएl By Riya Khurana

By Riya Khurana Vo kuch kehte nahi,par bahut kuch she jate hai  Vo kuch dikhate nhi par bahut kuch kar jate hai  Papa hai vo mere mere liye duniya se lad jate hai  Meri safalta ki khushi mujhse jyada unhe hoti Kyuki mehnat to unki bhi hoti hai  Sapne jo unhone apni aakhon me mere liye sajaye hai  Unhi aakhon se saakar kar dikhana chahti hu Khudke pairon par khada to hona chahti hu mai  Lekin shoe ki lace humesha unhi se bhandwana chati hu Khudki jaruratoon se pehle mere shauk

By Riya Khurana Haar kar sahi par jeetegi, Ruk kar sahi par daudegi, Kho kar sahi par paegi, Gir kar sahi par uthegi, Ro kar sahi par hasegi, Manzil paana tera haq hai, Der sahi par paegi By Riya Khurana

By Riya Khurana Those were the evenings with no screens, but lanes filled with our screams. When getting drenched in rain wasn’t for healing but just for a lively feeling. Now the stress is choosing a song for Instagram, Back then it was all about making a diagram. The wind used to decide if we’d play badminton or let the shuttle & racket in the cupboard hidden. When we weren’t divided by views or streams, but only by our small fair teams. The golden sunset called for cyc

By Riya Khurana Ladki, bahut chota sa shabd hai ye haina lekin ladko ke barabar hi No.of letters me bhi Izzat me bhi,samajh me bhi pr samaj me nahi Dhere dhere gender equality aa rahi hai Lekin har roj subah ek naya case bhi Log kahenge Are tum nahi kar paungi Are itna aasan nahi hai ye Are saman bhari hai lao hum utha lete hai Lekin ek din sab kuch kr legi tu Itni uchi udan bharegi ki koi chah kar bhi tere pankh nhi kat paega Chahe kuch bhi ho jae kisi se bhi ladna pad jae,

By Riya Khurana Maybe someone didn’t reply because they were busy. Maybe you didn’t reach there because you were meant to stay. Maybe your favorite dish wasn’t available because you were meant to try something new. Maybe you left the group because you weren’t meant to just fit in Maybe someone left you because God had someone better for you. Maybe everything is happening as it is meant to be. And maybe… we are complicating things far more than they actually are. By Riya Khura

By Riya Khurana When did my childhood go? Was it the day I turned thirteen  Or the day when students started calling me senior Was it the day when I switched to scooty from cycle  Or the day when I stopped watching cartoons  Who truly knows? What I know is  With no thoughts my mind was free, Five to seven was the time to flee Every little thing was a reason of happiness, Which is indeed childhood liveliness  There was a time when sundays used to be fundays, But now they are j

By Shaikh Aafreen Critisism  Why do things become difficult on my tongue? These pills claim to offer salvation and peace but leave a taste of nothingness: numb, dead and unease. The taste of gelatin coats melt in my throat yet the thoughts immune to madness push limbs out the cavernous tummy of my curious mind.  Walk forward and see the place where "I" blind to the world around me, allow the hunger laden beast a feast, but he remains crouched in mud scrambles for scraps, some

By Shaikh Aafreen It is so, so hard to suppress my longing, to stop these hands from getting charred—black and blue—by the blazing heat of two lonely eyes. My hands are wild for burns and stings, for the cold press of ice and warm caress of medicine on its bleeding layer.  Give me circus, I'm ready to be ravished by the people and this black, cold well of a world, simmering in its ever consuming plight-spares no one. Its ravenous beak is susceptible to traps that can only acc

By Shaikh Aafreen چاہتوں کا صلہ زندگی کی میراث تونہیں، ضروری تھی نہیں کے ہماری نینیّتی اُبھر کے لوگوں کی آنکھوں کو خیرہ کریں، انہیں آپ سے محبت یا آپ کی ستائش کا پابند کریں۔ پھر بھی انسان انسانی واہ وائی کی بھوک اور پیاس میں خود کو کیوں تھکائیں ہوئے ہیں؟ انسان کا جسم بھلے پابندیوں کے پنجرے میں پیدا ہوا مگر اس کی ذہن سازی، اُسکی خواہشوں کا معیار ہر حدود کو پار کرنے کی ان تھک کوشش میں جڑا ہوا ہے۔ کچھ انسان یے مہارت صرف دوسروں کی دین یا دوسروں پر فرض سمجھتے ہیں، کچھ فقط خود کو اس

By Shaikh Aafreen You cannot make me hate yourself because I have always tended to my wounds,  they coddle in my lap and drift off to sleep,  I have always embraced them as my prized possession, my lovely accessories.  You think I could hate you, the one who gave me all of that?  I've clutched my wounds in my hands, (they are when I'm and I'm when they are)  but know this, and know this well, I've loved the one who gave them even more.  I've loved you always through your gift

By Harshita Mishra All that I pretend to not care is all that I cry for, Those who have hurt me the most,  are the ones I sometimes miss the most; The dearest ones are forgotten, The betraying ones are forgiven, Every mistake, every lie is like a body bled dry; My failures are still chasing me at the back of my mind ; The tears evaporated but I can still feel them, The memories are like I live in them, My soul's barely managing to keep my dreams alive, Eyes are a little too t

By Harshita Mishra I was so brave, I knew I wouldn't win but I still fought the war, I decorated my wounds with glitter and cotton balls , I framed my sorrow to hang on the empty wall , I burned my fear to warm their wondering souls  and I stand still in that windy brood,  in a way, surrendering to God; Even plucking a flower could hurt me easily but this day  I plucked thousands of thorns Love, passion, peace, I can envision a life filled with all-  I can envision it so vivi

By Harshita Mishra Tick-tick  on my clock, says it all Says it all the sound of whispering ghost  crying with no tear, no fear I have when they say  click-click  nice photograph, should u not shine less?  Less is what I have in me,  I'm losing it , I'm losing it . People with no scar,  tell me?Are you the star?  The star that shines in the sky, Surely once you too died!  Look-look  the dead is beautiful,  so what about me? Is it a lie or am I alive? By Harshita Mishra

By Harshita Mishra I have came this far  just to say goodbye , holding grief-  letting it change me , found a strange silence following me, I stopped there , I didn't hesitate , we clapped for our failures  while waiting at your gate ; I laughed even when I was bleeding , Just to show you I was brave; It never ended , you never came , Now I can't go back , so I sit and stare ; My body is turning into dust  and my soul into mist , Silence is now carrying grief  back to the pla

By Harshita Mishra It'd only been two weeks and I  was begging you not to leave, Losing you was a fear  which I saw turning into real, A breeze of death passed me by  when I hear you deny Cause all I wanted was your love,  Maybe just a bit, Maybe just once.  And how do I make you believe that I was not insane I was hurt?  But now, As long as the sun shines,  I pay the sanctions of this crime  by being mentally paralyzed. By Harshita Mishra

By Harshita Mishra Oh to be God's favourite child Oh to have the freedom to choose I drink the ink thinking it would cure my lingering pain Instead it was liquor to my burns The words- , The pages-  They keep forcing me towards solitude, the state I once escaped  to be free of my own walls,  to be favourite of them all. By Harshita Mishra