bibliophile, an otaku, dreamer, coffee addict, I
in love with stars
Aaj bhi tasveer k kayi chehro mein sirf usi ka chehra nazar aata hai Aaj bhi kitabon ki beech sukhe gulabon ki mehek uski yaad dilati hai...Kabhi Kabhi waqt kuch piche sa chala jata hai Aur yaadon ki ek gehre samundar mein dil doob sa jata hai Leheron ki tarah aati hai aur kuch alag waqt kuch alag jahan sa bana jati haiAaj bhi apne se zyada uska sheher pyaara lagta haiAaj bhi uski galiyon mein jaane ko dil chahta haiShayad Rab ki yahi marzi thiK aaj bhi uske awaaz dil mein goonjti haiNa kisi ka hone deti hai na woh apna kar leta hai©her_story
#Her_Story #Mirakee #Hindi poetry
आज पुराने किताबों में एक खत मिला. खत में पता तो मेरे घर का था परतारीख कुछ 5 साल पुरानी थीखत को परना शायद भूल गए थेसयाही अभी भी पक्की थी ख़त को पलट कर देखा तो कुछ पहचाना सा लगा एक अजीब सी मयूसी थी वही हल्की नीले रंग की कागज़वहीं गुलाब के फूल की महक वही काली स्याही से लिखी हुई कुछ शब्दमानो आसमान को पता हो मेरे दिल का मिज़ाज़बिन बारिश भी बरसने लगाखत को खोलने की हिम्मत नहीं हुई।लिखने वाले का नाम जो पता थाखत के साथ एक तस्वीर थीशायद अखिरी कोशिश थी उसकीनीले से खत में स्याही के कुछ धब्बे भी थे।जैसे मानो लिखते वो रोया होगालफ्ज़ कहीं अधूरा सा थाजैसे के सोचते सोचते लिखना भूल सा गया होगा।तस्वीर में एक पहचाना सा शहर थाजैसे वापस बुला रहा थाया शायद अपना पता पहलियों में बता रहा था।कुछ लोग सीधे लकीरो से होते हैसाथ तो चलते है पर निभाते नहीं©her_story
#Mirakee #Her_Story #HarryPotter
Sometimes I wish,Muggles were real, which they are...And Magic was not banned, which it is.My favourite spell would be Silencio...©her_story
I know it..I know it all.The shattering of heart.The pain on which no medicine works..The tear filled eyes and the fake laughter.The counting of moments,Every date, Every day and Every call.The sudden smile reminiscing a memory long lost.The exact moment when she walked away.The last time she looked at me.Not once Not twice but thrice.Everytime I thought she is the one.Everytime I polished the family ring.Everytime that I gave up everything for just one incomplete wishEverytime I re-connected every piece of my heart and gave her all. Everytime it broke back into more peices than before.Everytime the sky looked darker and the rain felt healing.Everytime I stared at painted walls and my eyes were blank.I know itI know it all...©her_story
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Sitting in the library just before exams.I thought of pulling an all-nighter.Amongst the various books on particle physics,Someone had left a book of maps.I took it out to put it back in its correct placeOut fell the map of London.It had King's cross marked in Red .For a moment I stopped at the funny thought.Under my breath I whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am upto no good".I heard a whisper from behind "Mischief Managed"10 years later we got rings..Engraved, "Always"It was Magic indeed.©her_story
She was an Angel born out of darkness.Shunned by many feared by all.Roamed on empty streets.Knocked on every door.Prayed for acceptance till she could no more.All she wanted was to hear,Her named called out of longing and not fear.She could not fly nor could she weep.Her wings were clipped by darkness indeed. One night she found the magic. For centuries that was hidden..The Magic was inside her.On a full moons night her tears turned bright.Dazzling like diamonds, reflecting her inner glow.She is still the Angel born out of darkness.Less feared as now she wears a crown- Her Halo.©her_story
इश्क के कई अफ़साने पढ़े |मोहब्बत में कई से महल बने |कुछ तो ज़ार-ज़ार हो गये |और कुछ को मक़बरे बने देखा ||अधूरे इश्क की तो अनेक नज्में लिख गए ग़ालिब साहब मगर कुछ को खून सा कतरा कतरा बिखरते देखा |अजब सा मंजर है इश्क का भी कुछ के मुकद्दर में ही नही होतातो कई मिलकर भी कहनियों में ही कैद हो जाते है ||©her_story
Does he even see them she wonderedThis was the 100th birthday message she had sent for the day.It was getting delivered, she knew.Probably the notification is offOr may be he didn't checkMay be he is celebrating... Then why does he show online.Has he put my messages on mute and archived.What is it and she pressed on the callShe was restless.Whatsapp calling and his name appeared.It kept ringing and no one recieved.The tiny voice inside her head said," Move on, its been a decade now".And her 1 pound heart fluttered " Try Again its only been a decade".©her_story
The Tolerant, the Kindest , the Respectful, the Mentor, the Purest, the Polite.May not be so educated but certainly fit for the kitchen. Good at music ,Good at dance Good at everything but not what you want.The fairest of them all but Still has marks.That's how we are defined... Are we not ??Let me tell you another story.The story of a woman by a woman and for every man.A Teacher, A scientist, A social reformer, An acid attack victim who fights for her rights.The lady who didn't stop after being taken, trapped and raped, A prime-minister, a president.You say one and I name them all.Even the weakest woman knows to knifeA vegetable or your throat.Women are not weak they are silent , they are waiting to rise and you my man need to de-stigmatise.Don't judge her by beauty be proud of her brains.Don't see her as a commodity, short skirts, makeup, fat, thin ,fair skinned ,ugly, beautiful and so many adjectives.Don't brag you run the family because believe me if you think you are the head she is the heart and soul.You owe her for your endless needs and it's time you respect her too.Happy Woman's day to the women I know and I am proud of each.Happy Women's day to the men because you believed in US.Happy Women's day to those men too who don't because everytime you pull us down you make us stronger.©her_story
Dew and Grandma
Jane walked through the gallery smelling like a leftover tragedy and went straight to her
She knelt on the floor and lifted the lid of a glass jar kept in the corner.
Letters tied with jute threads, dried roses and old photographs.
She looked at the photographs, smiled a little and laughed at a few and then she stopped at
Tears started flowing.
There was no sound in her weeping, but it echoed through her insides.
She looked so much like Grandma and now Grandma is gone.
Grandma... Her always so kind, so forgiving, the best cookie maker in the world was gone.
All she had was her...
Grandpa had passed away in the war. He was a soldier. All those letters tied in the jute
thread were few from his belongings.
Her Parents were no longer together. They were busy with their new families. No one knew
that Grandma was no more.
Jane was all alone in this big beautiful world as grandma used to say.
With Grandma Jane learnt to rescue the weak and hunt the evil.
Grandma was all she had. She kept looking at the photograph and kept asking Why
Grandma and Why not her.
The photograph was of her and Grandma with their first puppy "Dew".
Dew had been so fussy that night. Dew was like her, had no one in this world except, Jane
Dew left them too a long time ago. Jane was still healing from it.
That was her only remembrance of Dew. She had been searching for this picture for a long
time and look when she found it when Grandma and Dew had both left her alone.
Her tears would not stop. She kept calling "Grandma" "Grandma".
Her Eyes fell on one rather new kind of parchment with something scribbled on it.
It was a letter from Grandma!!
Teary Eyed Jane read it with breaking voice. Grandma had started to write it and then
She was suffering from Alzheimer’s for a sometime now.
The Letter read “Stay strong Jane. I love you always. Cookies in the Jar and ….
Just like Grandma the letter would remain unfinished, untold©her_story
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Lies - 1
Look at the hate we are spreadingLook at the blood we are spillingLook at the fake we are showingThe way we've always done beforeLook at the sins you're carryingLook at the guilt that you're breedingLook at the lies you're believingThe way you've always done beforeAll this is a lieSo many sleeping on the street sideAs you live under a phony guideFor the love of society and unwanted prideDon't you know it'll be swept asideBy bloody hands of time and tideDon't you see this is slow genocideAnd history hides the lies of our worthless warsDid you hoist the flag?When they shot the manWho said "love would win over war"And in my first memoriesThey blew up a GandhiI went numb when I learned to seeAs I saw the soldiers in Kargil WarWe got gun and hat to remind us allThat we don't have freedomTill it's not in our handsBut we forever keep fightingFrom the moment we standNow I don't need your daily warsThe rich with their fancies, here we bury the poorPower hungry rulers selling soldiersIn a grocery store With the stench of deathWhy all that we seek leads to a war?©the_prabhashish