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By Neeharika Mishra The locked region beneath   The common desire to hold onto  It has a whole fist of cram-full effects  Scrubbing the blowing blues.    Is this what we live for?  For the sake of denied dignity  Whom should we call?    From the sky that is similar  To the land that has earth  Yet, fighting to shatter it  Is the count of every tip  And shattered shores scattered  All along bays of lost.    Blindfolded is every brink of blink  Tying the knots too close  To not

By Neeharika Mishra I am surrounded by curse of my habit  To grasp muses and arts of all at once  To connect with their souls, And to be in secluded delusions.    I wonder who would read my habit  After my soul departs from my body,  And feel every bit of pauses I made,  And to those I never uttered aloud.    I wonder who would be kind to them,  The diaries are more sensitive than me  To not know more than knowing,  And not attempt to drift towards decoding.    I wonder if I

By Neeharika Mishra The rest of my life, I've turned to nothing  Except a monotonous monologue,  Perching on unwary thoughts.    Toddlers like feet, I can't run in race  Tongue has teeth, couldn't grate, I am bizarre of glasses crushed  Avoided by all to not step upon.    I am dumped in a deserted den  Or perhaps I've shuffled myself to it  To not be in sight of normalisation.    It's cut me deep, too dark since decades  I swim in the same pool of blood.  But still a hope ar

By Neeharika Mishra Breeze of summer bid adieu,  It's autumn they named it  The leaves fell, cold and dead  Evaporating from its green lush,  I call it fall from a glance  Through the window of translucency.    You see, life is beautiful  I laughed at the espy of this,  As I perch on the tiles  The waves of medicines inclined  On my lap, waiting for me to anguish  And cry a thousand death of life.    I wondered at the intervals of phases  It flips in a blink of tiny tales.  I

By Tashreet Kaur murky waters seemingly suffocate your roots lust, gluttony and pride served on silver plates a subtle miasma settles over the pond humanity nitpicks the ill nature of mistakes yet fresh green lily pads leisure afloat somehow purity waits for your beauty buds peak shy from their season the past grasps hold of your throat, silencing your efforts of change soon a beautiful pink reaches out of the sky a desperate hand reaches for honor a young lotus is born your

By Tashreet Kaur nostalgia knocks at the door an undue visitor settling inside limerence idle in essence observing melancholy’s affair it echoes in the laughter of the children playing, the gentle hymns confiding in the silent night, whispering in the aching familiar melodies, or the cliche lines written in every step forth merely stopping by for instances becoming the heart’s fragile formality a stinging awakening of reality struggling to fathom its rapture By Tashreet Kaur

By Tashreet Kaur with no particular season, the fruit accustomed the tree constantly. A jasmine flush with a viridescent blush. The prostrate sourness and subtle bitterness greet the tongue. A stranger to the sweetness its family renders. He watched the blossoming silently. Reminded of the akin rooted in the soil of his motherland. Lost to a ravaging erosion. the budding ripening tranquilled. Yet the seedlings beckoned a rebirth in his being. His tongue burned the stinge. His

By Tashreet Kaur The snugness held you content, carefully situated in everyone’s view. The table bliss with ruckus. You watched making sure appetites were fed, glinting eyes met, and queries heard. I sat silently watching your catering. Eventually catching your glimpse with my unfamiliar serenity. Your gaze questioned, I smiled to reassure. Your attention bears everyone’s plate. Akin blood held us consequential to this banquet. Yet never burdensome as you cradle us in your en

By Tashreet Kaur the dumalla done with care; the kirpan held close; the kara adorned the wrist. sikhi was more than what your eyes caught. It held a special place in the heart of who found peace in it. Becoming a home they once yearned for. A calming silence blesses their mind. Spirits become ethereal. yet sikhi was more than the essence of heart. They tend to the lonely, conditioning humanity with selfless love. Compassionately holding open arms to those lost in sin. Never r

By Tashreet Kaur I have many names to my existence the one on documents feels of a stranger like an unfamiliar language struggling to wrap my mind enticing no connection with my depths there’s the one shortened to convenience simply uttered in a single breath no foreign linguistics to trip over attempting no tone of affection then you have the impetuous pet names the ones made in the moment with oddly fitting additions and silly rhymes unexpectedly intriguing a smile alas the

By Tashreet Kaur I’ve come so far but I never realised my feet go amiss, rather it felt like a dance I slowly accustomed to. As if someone held my hand gently tuning me to the rhythm. At first I traced in the shadow of yours, but my mind reached for more. Impulse took over me and reached out to the shadow letting go of the guiding hand and for yours. The shadow flushed away, I felt a spotlight dawn on me. My nerves hint to throw all I’ve eaten at my feet. My stomach gurgled e

By Tashreet Kaur Flesh flushed with a tan and skin marks. A limp beckoned him to rest. His hair faded of all colour and glistened white. The stained shirt and absence of a jumper in the cold hinted at the missing care he desired. The care of the woman who was taken by the death that knocks at his door. An old lonely man was all he ever was now. It did not seem to matter who he betrothed and conceived. My neighbour was noticed like this by my family. With his broken English th

By Tashreet Kaur “Who raised you?”  “Who raised me?” I couldn’t answer the question. even if it should’ve been obvious. It wasn’t so simple. It was the older kids who held my delicate hand and gripped tight so I wouldn’t get lost in the sangat. It was the aunties doing seva who’d slip me a fresh pakora from the community kitchen. It was the amritdari who gave pershuad generously. It was watching how the trance of gurbani entangled the darbar sahib. It was the elderly who’d fi

By Tashreet Kaur As a kid i never called on mama or papa Instead I followed you around, curious Struggling with your name turned it into “jay” You were not conceived from the same womb as me but our blood ran so deep despite it I’d hold onto your hand tight Tears in my eyes you’d form into laughter Even if you were the cause of the cry Bullying, teasing, mocking and bothering Yet you hinder me from the love i lost Time went by ever so quickly Scarcely meeting, rarely calling

By Sumita Kumari जोखिम है, जिम्मेदारि है साहस की भागीदारी है कदम से कदम साथ चले है तभी तो आगे मंजिल है चुनौतियां आज भी है कल भी थी,आगे भी रहेगी बुलंद हौसलों से हम सब मिलकर  कल्पतरु वृक्ष रूपी एसबीआई को सींचे है,लंबा इतिहास 1806 ईo से समेटे है बैंक ऑफ कलकत्ता के नाम से स्थापित, इंपोरियम बैंक ऑफ इंडिया के नाम से रूपांतरण,भारत माता के हर प्रांत में,अपनी शाख जमाए है जितनी गहन है,उतनी गहरी है शाख  जोखिम है जिम्मेदारि है  साहस की भागीदारी है तभी तो आगे मंजिल है  1955 वर्ष राष्ट्रीय

By Sumita Kumari  एक मां सब जानती है यूंही नहीं नौ महीने कोख में नन्हे को पालती है नौ माह में नन्हे के विकास का सफर गर्भावस्था का अहसास मन के भीतर चलायमान नए मेहमान के आने  का स्वागत हर पल करती है  उठते बैठते ख्याल रखती खान पान का ध्यान रखती सोते जागते अहसास करती है एक मां सब जानती है यूंही नहीं नौ महीने कोख में नन्हे को पालती है एक औरा है जो तन मन को  प्रकाशित करता एक नटखट जो  रह रह के किक करता  मंद मंद मुस्कुराती है जब स्वास्थ्य जांच पटल में उसकी हल्की हल्की  बिंब देखती है 

By Sumita Kumari चलो आज सपनो की बात करते है जीवन के अनगिनत पहलुओं पे विचार करते हैं जीवन के संग संग,परछाई बनकर,सपने साथ चलते हैं कभी हौसले के पुल बांधकर कभी रहो के रोड़ों को आसान करके उदास चेहरों पे भी मुस्कान देते हैं चलो आज सपनो की बात करते हैं जीवन के अनगिनत पहलुओं पे विचार करते हैं दुख की घड़ियों में, भावनाओं के हलचल में कठिन दौर से निकल जायेगे ऐसी आशा देकर ,हमसब पे उपकार करता चलो आज सपनो की बात करते हैं जीवन के अनगिनत पहलुओं पे विचार करते हैं बिना भेद भाव किए सफलता असफलत

By Sumita Kumari एक माटी का दिया सारी रात अंधियारे से लड़ता है लहरे हवा का उठता गिरता,भय दिए को दिखाता है कभी खबरा के ठिठक भी जाता दिए का अपने लॉ के साथ विश्वास तो देखो सारी रात अंधियारे से लड़ जाता है एक माटी का दिया सारी रात अंधियारे से लड़ता है क्या हुआ जो कद है छोटा लौ की लपेट में,रूप भी विकृत होता अटल, स्वछंद, निश्चल से आगे बढ़ता भेद भाव से दूर,हर कोने को प्रकाशित करता, छोटे से छन में भी,कितनी सीख हमें दे जाता सारी रात अंधियारे से लड़ता है एक माटी का दिया सारी रात अंधिया

By Sumita Kumari एक प्रश्न गहरा रहा है कब तक जंग इंसानियत की फूल उठकर चलने को ही है अभी नोच डाले जाते है,कुछ हब्शी हैवानों से देश की युवतियों का सम्मान /जान है खतरे में, बहन बेटियों का जन्म है खतरे में  कोई हैवान कब जाग उठेगा घर से निकल कर सपने की उड़ान लिए, बढ़ते कदम को नजर न लग जाए किसी बुरे शैतान की डरे सहमे अभिभावक भी है एक प्रश्न गहरा रहा है कब तक जग इंसानियत की By Sumita Kumari

By Sumita Kumari पिता के जैसा किरदार नहीं है मां के जैसा दुलार नहीं है है जगत में रिश्तों की भीड़, लाख दोस्तों की बौछार हो जीवन मैं,इतना प्यारा कोई संसार नहीं है समय पे खा लेना पढ़ाई के बाद ,अच्छे से आराम करना,कपड़े गीले है सर्द लग जाएगी  बाल गीले है  सुख कर सोना  बाहर की चीजें मत खाना, बीमार पड़ जाओगे,जायदा दोस्तों के साथ दूर न निकल जाना, घर पे भी आराम करना छुट्टियां में,इन शब्दों में छुपा अथाह प्यार कही और नहीं है पिता के जैसा किरदार नहीं है मां के जैसा दुलार नहीं है  बचपन