#L♥ve_Poem
Here framing my words for you,
I may or may not be forever with you,
Hope my loving words for you,
Heals,like my presence used to do !!
©_puja_shaw
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My Self Publish Book 70+Collections of Poetry and Independent India Aboli- The Granny's Diary Available @amazon & pothi. com @insta: _puja_shaw
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_puja_shaw 27w
Not all rain after a storm
Leaves petrichor behind
Some take away all peace
Turning spring into autumn,in a while !!
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_puja_shaw 35w
जन्मदात्री माँ से बढ़कर
पालनहारी यशोदा मैया को जो है माने
जन्म लिए है वे माता देवकी की कोख से,
प्रेम से जुड़ा हर संबंध
दुनिया के समस्त रिश्तो से बड़ा है
कह गए हैं मुरली मनोहर ये डंके की चोट पे,
ऐसे बांके बिहारी राधा प्रिय
मोहन मुरारी का जन्मदिवस आज है
भेंट स्वरूप साष्टांग दंडवत प्रणाम उन्हें
हम सभी की ओर से !!
©_puja_shaw -
_puja_shaw 40w
©_puja_shaw
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©_puja_shaw
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Failures and success
Makes us Learn
No one is
Perfectly Born..!!
©_puja_shaw -
Miracles aren't Magic
They're PAST blessings ..!!
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खता हुई है हम से,
जो जुदा होना पड़ा आपसे
पर जल्दी ही लौटने की उम्मीद है
नये जोश
नये मंच
और
नये अवसर
के साथ
बस आपके विश्वास
और
साथ की जरूरत है
आपके अपने पञ्चदूत को !
क्या आप साथ है ?
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anita_sudhir 50w
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लखनऊ
मेरा शहर
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धाम नवाबों के नगर,लखनपुरी है नाम ।
बागों का है ये शहर,लिये दशहरी आम ।।
अविरल नदिया गोमती, उत्तर रहा प्रदेश ।
हँसते हँसते आप भी ,कुछ पल करें निवेश।।
आप आप पहले कहें,अद्भुत है तहजीब ।
अवध नज़ाकत जानिये, उर्दू रहे करीब ।।
बाड़ा है ईमाम का ,भूलभुलैया नाज ।
हर पल के इतिहास में,कितने सिमटे राज।।
ज्येष्ठ मास मंगल रहा ,यहां बड़ा ही खास ।
पंच मुखी हनुमान जी,पूरी करिये आस ।।
नृत्य कला का केंद्र ये ,संस्कृति से भरपूर।
चिकन काम प्रसिद्ध हुआ,जरदोजी मशहूर।।
शाला चलती शोध की ,सिखा रहा विज्ञान ।
औषधि, पादप क्षेत्र में ,होते अनुसंधान ।।
पान लखनवी खाइए,टुंडे स्वाद कबाब ।
लाजवाब कुल्फी रही,हजरतगंज शबाब।।
कण कण में है शायरी ,आशिक़ी रहा मिजाज।
चौराहे नुक्कड़ सजे ,रिश्तों के नित साज ।।
गंगा जमुनी सभ्यता,है इसकी पहचान।
मुझको इस पर गर्व है,मेरा शहर महान।।
अनिता सुधीर आख्या
©anita_sudhir -
thoughtsprocess 64w
Weave
poetries with
the sea waves
String
beads of
verses with flowers
Fill
the valley
with melodious tune
Write
divine hymns
in the sky
©thoughtsprocess -
panchdoot 75w
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#new_india
#likho_india
बहुत अफसोस होता है कि युवा अपनी आने वाली पीढ़ियों के बारे में नहीं सोचता, वह सिर्फ क्षणिक भर का सुकून तलाशने के लिए आने वाली पीढ़ियों का भविष्य सुरक्षित करने हेतु नहीं लिखते और कहते हैं कि सबका ठेका उन्होंने थोड़े ही लिया हैं । मुझे खुशी होगी कि आपके बच्चों को सही दिशा दिखाने का ठेका भी आप मुझे या मेरे जैसे किसी भटके हुए इंसान को दें जो अपनी सारी कमाई लगा कर भी दूसरों के बच्चों मतलब आपके बच्चों का भविष्य बनाने के लिए प्रयासरत हैं । बस एक निवेदन है कि ऐसे लोगों का हौसला तो मत तोड़ो यार !!
माफी चाहता हूं, अच्छा नहीं लगा पर लिखना पड़ा ।हां
समझ गया हूं मैं
कि
मैं ग़लत था
और
आप सही !!
मेरी कोशिश बेकार ही रहीं
आज भी लोग अपनी
100 पोस्ट में से एक भी पोस्ट
समाज के लिए नहीं लिख पाते !!
शायद मुझे मेरे प्रयास बंद करने
समाज बदलने पर हार मानने
के
अलावा कोई रास्ता नहीं बचा !!
कोई हैं
जो मुझे बतायेगा
कि
क्या करुं मैं ?
सब कुछ बंद कर के
घर चलाएं
या
घर जला कर
समाज बचाएं !!!
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odysseus 66w
P.S.: (caption - typed in notes...not to be sent)
//It's a request, but
I will survive even if
you do not grant it.//
//Breakups are painful,
but whatever it may be,
our lives are precious.//
//Drowning oneself in
alcohol makes matters worse,
so I won't do it.//
@mirakee #mirakee @writersnetwork #writersnetwork @writerstolli #writerstolli @readwriteunite #readwriteunite #haiku #senryu #love #life #poetry #inspiration
Hashtag me ( #odysseus )Our love story has
come to an end and it has
left me heartbroken.
It is sad that your
"forever" proved short-lived but
that's the trend today.
But your mere presence
in my life is good enough
to keep me alive.
It's okay if you
don't love me anymore, but
I have a request.
It is true that there
will be no more lengthy chats
and video calls.
But keep your message
box open for me, for that's
where I find solace.
Kindly allow me
to wish you "good morning" and
"goodnight" everyday.
Don't acknowledge if
you don't wish to, but do not
snatch this joy from me.
©odysseus
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हाँ माना उल्फ़त पर मेरी, ज़माने को सवाल है,
वो है बेखबर दुनिया से, और मेरे लिए कमाल है।
©abhi_mishra_ -
veloc1ty_ 71w
#concrete poem inspired from @i_faha
I've put a lot of emphasis on the structure of the poem rather than the writing. Also I've compromised good grammar just for the sake of keeping the aesthetics intact although it's not that good :D
this is my first attempt at something like this so please go easy on me.
This piece is dedicated to my cat, Sylvanas-
#writersnetwork #mirakee
#sylvanasc
@writersnetwork ty for the kind repost❤
#allthewnreposts.
. i m
a lot
grateful to be
accompanied
by you in this
world of
abomination.
You keep giving
me unrequited love for days
& nights even when it is a
bit selfish of me to not turn it
to u w/the same passion of
ur grateful soul.u respond to
the sound of me calling you to
lay in my arms as u captivate my
soul with positivity,confidence,bliss
and tranquility.you rejuvenate me
and you motivate me to be the
better version of myself,love.
©veloc1ty_ -
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खिल उठता था चहरा तेरे ज़िक्र भर से,
अब तेरे नाम पर हम बात बदल देते हैं।
होते हैं जहाँ अमूमन, तेरे नाम के चर्चे,
हो के मजबूर हम वो साथ बदल देते हैं।
©abhi_mishra_ -
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ढूँढना ख़ुद को, ख़ुद ही में खो जाने का,
अपना मज़ा है, तनहा भी हो जाने का।
©abhi_mishra_ -
k_kshitij 71w
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#toolong #skip
(P.S.- I've missed quite a lots of tags, comments and replies, will come to them soon).To those Un-Named People
Whenever I go out to eat, I make a point to ask the name of the person who serves me the food and whenever I require anything, I call them by their name - sometimes, they expressly thank me for it, sometimes their smile makes my day.
Every morning, with a smile on my face, as I enter that elevator of my Office Building, I greet him 'Good Morning Uncle !', he exchanges the greetings with a 'Good Morning Sir' - to which I argue with him to call address me as 'Beta (Son)' or my name 'Kishan', but that doesn't change, this probably has become innate. But, within that window of one minute we spend together each day, I try to ask him everyday 'Kya haalchal hai Chacha ? ghar pe sab thik ?' (How are you Uncle? Is everything fine home?'), to which he smiles and replies ' Sab theek hai Sahab.' (Everything is good, Sir).
I don't remember, his answer has been different anytime or that would ever be the case. But he shows concern for me, inquiring if everything was good with my health whenever I resume office after a day of break or anything.
Raniben, the old lady in the vicinity's Vegetables Market is fond of bantering with me, asking for some random sum for the potatoes, so that I would negotiate my way to what the actual Market prices are. And everytime she puts a few extra pieces in my bag saying 'You are like a child, and pressing her hand on my head - blessing me.' I wish there was something I could give her other than some extra money.
The memoirs of how I connected with Emily, who was a tour guide in a faraway nation I was traveling to- over Bollywood movies and music are unforgettable. What was going to be a two days acquaintance, turned out to be a friendship of a life-time.
I have a collection of personal stories that my various Saarthi's have narrated while carrying me on paths of different Kurukshetra's, like how Mohmmad Hossain had resolved to go back from this hustle-bustle of Metropolitan to his home village and teach young children or how Pandeyji dreams to purchase a home in this city and bring his wife-children here to live with him. Not everyone's name I remember, but their stories are all etched in my memory.
They would have dropped me with mutely, had I not addressed them with their name on boarding their cab or auto, but there was just something more that I did- considered them to be humans, beyond the thought of what work they did or what position they were in this socio-economic structure.There was nothing great or exceptional that I did, I gave them the respect they deserve, giving an ear to what they have to say and most importantly considering they were humans with same emotions and same needs as me, and they were just helping me, being there for me.
Sometimes we forget that those doing their job (however trivial it is considered by the society) and they are human who are doing that- and the least you can do is to address people with their name and give them their due respect, they probably would be more happier with that.
©k_kshitij
