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  • ramankhosla 10h

    Please Read Thankyou

    किस बात का है अफसोस तुझे,
    जो बीत गया अब छोड़ उसे,
    वो वापस ना फिर आएगा,
    गुजरता हुआ ये वक्त तुझे,
    एक नई सीख दे जाएगा,
    तू सीख सके तो सीख जरा,
    ये वक्त का है मोल बड़ा,
    तू समझ जब ये जाएगा,
    फिर ये गलती ना दोहराए गा,
    पछताने में, शोक मनाने में,
    तू अपना वक्त ना गवाएगा,
    किस बात का है अफसोस तुझे,
    जो बीत गया अब छोड़ उसे।

    - रमन खोसला

    kis baat ka hai afsos tujhe,
    jo beet gaya ab chhod usse,
    woh vapas na phir aaega,
    gujarta hua yeh waqt tujhe,
    ek nai seekh de jaega,
    tu seekh sake toh seekh zara,
    yeh waqt ka hai mol bada,
    tu samajh jab yeh jaega,
    phir yeh galti na dhorahega,
    pachtane mein, shok manane mein,
    tu apna waqt na gavaaega,
    kis baat ka hai afsos tujhe,
    jo beet gaya ab chhod usse.

    - Raman Khosla

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    kis baat ka hai afsos tujhe,
    jo beet gaya ab chhod usse,
    woh vapas na phir aaega,
    gujarta hua yeh waqt tujhe,
    ek nai seekh de jaega,
    tu seekh sake toh seekh zara,
    yeh waqt ka hai mol bada,
    tu samajh jab yeh jaega,
    phir yeh galti na dhorahega,
    pachtane mein, shok manane mein,
    tu apna waqt na gavaaega,
    kis baat ka hai afsos tujhe,
    jo beet gaya ab chhod usse.

    - Raman Khosla

  • mehna_2006 16h

    #she #girl #her #woman

    Don't know what to do with myself .��

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    Some cries suddenly emerged from that little piece of flesh.

    Alas !
    It's a girl .

    A she was born .

    Grace born in disgrace .
    With whispers around , the news wasn't good for them.

    She would grow to live in this hateful world and yet be strong.
    She isn't weak , she strong enough to face the truth .
    She doesn't cry often, they make her shed those pearls.
    She isn't cold , she is just stabbed in the back all through her walk.
    She is encouraged, to be broken the next minute .
    She won't quit but keep going till her last breath.
    Though a girl , she would grow to be an example of elegance in her own way despite people murmuring.

    She has a body of a woman and a heart of womean
    Because having a heart of a men would only make her regret.

    She shall prove that judging a book by it's cover ain't right .
    Even if pushed back , she would still climb her life without clinging on it.


  • fullstop_poet 1d

    I fell in #love with a #storm of a #woman.

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    .50 - "Storm. My Storm."

    Dark clouds gather, flash and rumbles abound,
    The storm is here in her beauty with bright.
    Walking with grace to turn my head around.
    She's a dark skinned lady for whom I'd fight.
    You can't miss her, her style is like lightning
    Her voice is the sound of thunder breaking.
    It's only pleasure falling, when she rains.

    When she's wet, it's like a romp in the rain.

    Your voice to me invites,
    Body poised for delights.
    Your wet to me excites,
    Passion poised to ignite.
    My dear dark storm, I'm glad that you are here,
    From far I sense you. Come rain on me, dear.

  • dr_amyne 2d

    ( OH MAMA AFRICA ! )

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Where lie the problems and the solutions?

    The educated and the enlightened who keep quiet while silently watching the predicaments like frightened Owls?

    Or the hungry leaders who keep prowling and looting the resources meant for the proles ?

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    On mental health issues and mental toughness

    All they care about are the mortal human bodies

    That will one day decay and get lost in the cosmos

    Neglecting the most important, the immortal human souls

    No one care about your mental health, they just feed you carbohydrates

    Not knowing there is big fire burning inside the minds of the big guys and girls

    You fought all the internal demons that are trying to bring you to your knees

    If one day you let your tears out, and cry ones, twice, or thrice before you continue the unending internal battles

    They say " Come on big guy/girl ! Don't embarrass yourself and the big guys/girls, only the weak minded cries

    They don't know : “People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long", not sometimes but all the times

    So you suppresses your emotions away from them, because those emotions have no values in their eyes

    They have no idea that your emotions and your tears came from strength and from the warrior mentality that you posseses

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Had we known any better

    We would have been greater

    And take care of our brothers and sisters more smarter

    But Mama Africa when I want to move out of town to explore greatness, your sons and daughters say " So you are neglecting your family? Otherwise, stay closer"

    "It's too dangerous outside, better safe in your own little town in that shelter"

    But in the shelter it's size is smaller , and it's raining and leaking, I am catching fever

    And no growth in comfort zone whatsoever

    " Don't go to those gardens,
    we were told by our ancestors their fruits taste bitter "

    Some rules are meant to be broken, so I explore the gardens, I became an explorer

    My God! I found out those bitter fruits taste better

    And other many fruits taste more sweeter

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    I wanted to marry, they said "Yeah but only in our little Town, no any place safer"

    I grew up in that little town, not knowing the greatness of people like Alexander

    The way of life, traditions and mentality of my town were all I ever knew, nothing newer

    Until He came to my rescue, and sent me further

    He say " Travel and see for yourself the nations and civilizations that were former "

    Because traveling widens your horizons and makes you a good observer

    Nothing much can you see if all your life you are an insider

    Get out and tell me what it's like to look at your town from perspective of an outsider

    "Is your judgment the same?", No my judgement is more objective, because now I am more of an observer

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Would you forgive me for not knowing any better?

    I have this autistic sister

    Spending every penny of our earnings out of love for her to get better

    Taken to gazillion of times to traditional healer and Islamic Center

    Bombarding her with herbal remedies lacking medical trials and license whatsoever

    She has been said to be possessed by the evil spirit, Jin, so said the insider

    I began to believe what they said, until when I saw similar situation approached in different accurate ways by outsider

    The outsider said to me " all her activities, symptoms and signs are busy telling you ' Look I am not possessed but Autistic female, so I am your Autistic Sister"

    " That's why you are missing the prevention, diagnosis,and management of such cases, now what you gonna do that you know better?"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Yes my son, now what would you do about your sister's situation? , Answer the damn question"

    I would study the case, and refer her to right medical institution

    And pay more attention in the society for early diagnosis, management of similar or entirely different cases with their prevention

    " Son, Is that all you learnt from the outsider, after all the given information?"

    Mama, the outsider built special schools for people struggling with mental disorders for special intervention

    They built homes for them, and say " Look beautiful come over here it's more safer in this accommodation"

    Protecting them from the society that always attack them due to it's ignorance of clear picture of their condition

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Ok now tell me what about your other brother who couldn't talk fluently like you, didn't you get inpatient waiting, thinking he was taking centuries, for him to express himself and his situation?"

    " Wanting him to think, act and speak like he has no limitation"

    " Tell me what the outsider said about his condition"

    Oh the outsider said " Your brother has what we call 'Apaxia' for decades" , everything has level, stop calling anything you don't understand 'evil spirit'. Mama, you see Apaxia and Autism I never heard about them where I grew up. What a tribulation

    The outsider further said : "Look, these beautiful humans, one has Autism, one has Apaxia, this is how to better their condition to avoid any further complication"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Glad to hear that, but what about woman, her freedom and liberty in this society ?"

    " So many troubles she carries on her shoulders, what a tragedy"

    " For years she has been married, but no sons, and daughters of her own, she is not lucky"

    " The society put the blame on her saying she is infitile, that the husband should marry more women more fertile, that she shouldn't be shown any mercy"

    But the outsider found out that the problem of infertility is not only arising from the woman, man's sperm count in many of the cases is the one faulty

    Mama, I couldn't imagine the sadness and weight on your shoulder, hold on little more we are working to fix the predicament even though slowly. It's so bulky

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " My beloved Amin, my faith is being restored, I am proud of you, now I can rest in peace knowing freedom, justice, liberty, mercy and equality would be served in this society"

  • _pluto_ 2d

    It's a surface , a rough sketch , Scorching its way to your liliac skin. It's the same place where we build our dreams but the same place which haunts me,a bed ? A bridesmaids hell ? A fulfilling wife or a medicore place for whores and shameless sluts .But it isn't the mistake of the bedsheet that it feels hard for the first time , it's the fault of the one who's on top of it, grabbing my breasts and squeezing the life out of me.The stretch marks and the depressed hearts are what , which fulfill the void in me. My voice, unheard to the one in heaven,who calls me as his but still differentiates me .Can you please tell me , why is it always me or the girl who sleeps in the locker room , too scared of unfilthy heads and unhealthy steaks. I never had wings but my parents gave me two legs , the problem was I wasn't taught to spread and stretch em' infront of unknown man.I wanna run ,run towards you towards the sisters that call me faith although they have lost their symphonies ,I don't wanna awake again , Not again on the same bed with multiple destinies.
    #rape #againstrape #slut #whore #woman @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork #pod #lost #crying #lostsoul

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  • chandanp 4d

    Respect each and every soul.

    #woman #respect

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    I want to marry a working woman but I deny to accept the fact that she can't handle the house full time.
    I want to marry a housewife who should take care of me and my house properly, but I deny to accept the fact that she doesn't make money.
    I want a submissive woman in my life, but I deny to accept the fact that she's always dependent on me.
    Yes, I'd love to marry a brave woman, but then I deny to accept the fact that she's tough and also has thoughts of her own.
    I want my wife to be the most beautiful one, but I deny to accept the fact that her expenses are more.

    No woman is perfect. Every soul has her own good thing that defines who she is and makes her unique.


  • sista_alia 1w

    I am

    From the root I am woman
    A lioness you might say
    Oh you know her the hunter of the prey
    You may sometimes hear me roar
    Fearing my prowess you often run
    Never knowing I can be your strength
    Oh you foolish man
    Supposed king of the jungle
    As I hunt I often have to remind myself of the power I hold inside
    And yet .....
    Nobody sees my pain as I hold myself tight
    Sees my tears that I quickly wipe from my eyes
    Nobody hears the groans that come from turmoil
    Nor hears the sighs of a hard day
    It is only when the supply is low that you know my name
    When the food is few that you notice I have significant impacted the circle of our life
    The balance of life or death
    Oh you mighty protector
    Show forth more than your great mane
    Know to who you have to depend on for as your lioness
    I am your root

  • jazbat 1w

    ख़ाली हाथ

    भूखे भोले भरमाए बेचारे
    बदनसीब बेअक़्ल सारे
    चालक चतुर चांडाल भी
    हैं सारे तक़दीर के मारे
    घूम रहे हैं हाथ फैलाए
    कुछ सच्चे कुछ झूठे हाथ
    करते कारस्तानी कभी तो
    कभी दिखाते ख़ूब मिज़ाज
    जैसी जिसकी जेब है दिखती
    जब जैसी जगह है मिलती
    वैसे दिखलाते जज़्बात
    कभी चाहे कभी अनचाहे
    कुछ हैं जो भर देते हाथ ।
    Ranjana B.(3/4/21)

  • thepoojaakarthik 1w

    I don't want to be a mother

    I don't want to be a mother
    who misguides her child,
    who herself doesn't knows to
    take care of herself.

    I don't want to be a mother
    who doesn't knows to clean
    the poop of her baby.

    I don't want to be a mother
    who ignores my child's dreams
    and starts dumping thoughts on her/him.

    I don't want to be a mother,
    who keeps the home messy
    like her kids rather than keeping it neat.

    I don't want to be a mother
    who doesn't has a story/lullaby
    to stop the baby's cry.

    I don't want to be a mother
    who always feels angry
    when my child doesn't understand maths.

    I don't want to be a mother
    who sends her child late to school,
    just because she slept.

    I don't want to be a mother
    who feels "eww" to clean up the mess
    and change the diaper.

    I don't want to be a mother
    who sits at the couch and scrolls mobile
    all time and order food from online.

    I don't want to be a mother
    who is not capable of taking care
    of my child, and yells at the kid.

    I don't want to be a mother,
    who doesn't even knows
    the worth of being a mother.


  • manisha_baranwal 1w



  • poukii 1w

    Oh my God!!!
    Who is she ?
    Is she a goddess?
    Is she a diva?
    Her eyes bigger than that
    eyes of mermaids in the ocean,
    sparkles shiner than the stars.
    Even, moon will shy away from her glowing face.
    Her hair longer than the
    tapering leaflets of coconut trees,
    are silkier than the tasar silk.
    Her hairless smooth skin is softer than velvet.
    She is truly blessed by Lord Ganesha,
    as she posses ears
    that looks bigger that those of elephants.
    Her strawberry colored lips
    tastes sweeter than honey.
    She is truly an Enigma,
    possessing an aura whiter than those of an angel.

  • jazbat 1w

    सतर्क रहो..

    वो जो पढ़, देख, सुन रहे हो
    वो दिमाग़ में भर रहा है
    वो जो दिमाग़ में चल रहा है
    वो हरकतों में बदल रहा है
    वो जो हरकतें हो रही हैं
    वो जीवन को दिशा दे रही हैं
    सतर्क रहो..विचार ज़रूर करो
    जो जैसा दिमाग़ में जाएगा
    वो उसी तरह बाहर आएगा।
    Ranjana B.(31/3/21)

  • mch_randomthoughts 2w


    ചില ദിനങ്ങളില്‍ ഞാൻ എന്നെ തന്നെ സ്നേഹിക്കാറുണ്ട്‌
    ആ ദിവസങ്ങളില്‍ ഞാൻ ഒരു നല്ല വ്യക്തി ആയിരിക്കും
    സ്നേഹവും അലിവും അനുകമ്പയും
    ക്ഷമയും സഹാനുഭൂതിയും എല്ലാം നിറഞ്ഞ
    ഒരു സ്ത്രീ...
    മറ്റു ചില ദിവസങ്ങളില്‍ എനിക്ക് കമ്പം
    മറ്റുള്ളവരെ വേദനിപ്പിക്കുന്നതാണ്
    ആരൊക്കെ എന്ത് തന്നെ ചെയ്താലും
    അസംതൃപ്തി തന്നെ...
    അവരോട് ദേഷ്യപ്പെട്ടു, പറയാൻ പാടില്ലാത്ത വാക്കുകള്‍ ആണ്‌ എന്ന പൂര്‍ണ്ണ ബോധത്തോടെ തന്നെ അവ പറഞ്ഞു വേദനിപ്പിക്കാന്‍ ശ്രമിക്കുന്നു...
    കുറെ വര്‍ഷങ്ങളായി തുടരുന്ന
    സ്വയംവെറുപ്പിന് ശേഷം ഞാൻ ഇത് മനസ്സിലാക്കാന്‍ ഒരു ശ്രമം നടത്തി...
    സ്ത്രീകള്‍ക്ക് മാത്രമായി സംഭവിക്കുന്നത്‌ ആണിത്...
    ഹോര്‍മോണ്‍ വ്യതിയാനങ്ങള്‍...
    എല്ലാ മാസവും രണ്ട് അവസരങ്ങളില്‍ estrogen ന്റെയും progesterone ന്റെയും അളവില്‍ സാരമായ മാറ്റങ്ങൾ വരുന്നു.
    അവ മൂലം സ്വഭാവത്തെയും പെരുമാറ്റത്തെയും നിയന്ത്രിക്കുന്ന തലച്ചോറിലെ ചില രാസവസ്തുക്കളുടെ അളവില്‍ വ്യതിയാനം സംഭവിക്കുന്നു, തന്മൂലം വേഗം ദേഷ്യം വരിക, എപ്പോഴും ക്ഷീണം തോന്നുക, പതിവായി ചെയ്യുന്ന കാര്യങ്ങളില്‍ താല്പര്യം നഷ്ടപ്പെടുക, അകാരണമായി കരയുക തുടങ്ങിയവ കാണുന്നു.
    എല്ലാ സ്ത്രീകളിലും ഇത് ഉണ്ടാകാറില്ല. നിര്‍ഭാഗ്യവശാല്‍ എന്നില്‍ ഇത് വളരെ പ്രകടമാണ്... ഇത് കൊണ്ട്‌ എനിക്ക് വന്ന നഷ്ടങ്ങള്‍ ചെറുതല്ല.
    സ്ത്രീകള്‍ ഒത്തിരി ദുരിതങ്ങള്‍ അനുഭവിക്കുന്നുണ്ട്...
    (ഇത് പറയുമ്പോൾ തന്നെ പുരുഷന്മാർക്ക് മാത്രമായ ഒത്തിരി പ്രശ്നങ്ങൾ അവർ അഭിമുഖീകരിക്കേണ്ടി വരുന്നു എന്ന് എനിക്ക് പൂര്‍ണ്ണബോധ്യം ഉണ്ട്... അതിനെ കാണാതെ സ്ത്രീയുടെ ബുദ്ധിമുട്ടുകൾ മാത്രം പറയുകയല്ല ഞാൻ. ഞാന്‍ ഒരു സ്ത്രീ ആയത് കൊണ്ടും എനിക്ക് വ്യക്തമായ അനുഭവങ്ങള്‍ സ്ത്രീ എന്ന നിലയില്‍ ഉള്ളത് കൊണ്ടും ആണ്‌ ഞാൻ ഇത് പറയുന്നത്.)

    നമ്മൾ ഓരോരുത്തരും കുറച്ച് കൂടി അവസരങ്ങൾ നമ്മുടെ പ്രിയപ്പെട്ടവർക്ക് കൊടുക്കാൻ തയ്യാറാകണം...
    തെറ്റുകളും മുറിവേല്‍പ്പിക്കുന്ന വാക്കുകളും ഒരു പക്ഷേ അവർ വേണമെന്ന് വെച്ച് ചെയ്യുന്നതാവില്ല...

  • jazbat 2w


    हमेशा ही सिक्के ने दो पहलू दिखाए हैं
    दो विकल्प हमेशा सामने आए हैं
    जैसे चुनाव करे, वैसे परिणाम पाए हैं
    सुखमय रहा है उसका जीवन

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  • thepoojaakarthik 2w

    I have personified "I" here as a perspective of a girl who has born, but died the next minute. I consider it as a disaster, because not only calamities are disaster a birth of a girl child is of so many struggles but yet she dies as soon as she is born which is a disaster, many people don't realise the worth of a girl child. ����


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    Infant Mortality : A Natural Disaster.

    I was in my mother's womb yesterday
    Awaiting to witness the beauty of the universe
    I wished to lay beside my mother in her bed
    I wished to be on my father's shoulder
    But all my wishes went in vain
    Before I could open my eyes and touch the mother nature
    I was sent back to the place where I came from
    Being born as a girl, Is it a sin?


  • eden_with_eve 2w

    I am bound to sex.
    Gender, body, beauty.
    Pushed to nudity and named anything else, but myself.
    To be my own is selfish, painted to be hellish, lips shaped to be helpless.
    To hell with this.
    A heart turned horrible, how is it my fault?
    How am I bad for fighting?
    Judged because they made me frightening.
    I learned to harness lightning and burned their brains dumb struck.
    A woman chained stuck to a world out of luck who has learned to call herself Lilith and be proud.

  • poukii 2w

    Womb bleeding in anguish,
    eyes filled with tears of joy,
    fists clenched,
    She was experiencing one of the most,
    blissful moments in a woman's life.

  • abhivyaktiyan_expressions 2w

    A sacrificing woman gains sympathy,
    A courageous one gains admiration.

  • jazbat 3w

    स्मरण एवं नमन 🙏

    ज़िंदगी ‘है’ से ‘था’ तक का है सफ़र
    बीच का वक़्त है उन यादों की नज़र
    जो हमारे कामों की बही है
    कहलाती हैं वो हमारी उमर
    उस उमर से ही हम करते हैं
    सबकी यादों में हमेशा बसर !

    Ranjana B.(22/3/21)