Now a days people do not count how good you are rather people do count how unique you are whether it may be your looks, your works or your behaviour . You may be good or bad at things but people will definitley notice you if you do not fit into their normalized standard which they have set up as social values and rules.
Thats how this society proceeds and thats why we are keeping our thoughts to ourselves just to fit into their standard.
That day it was raining heavily. I sat beside the window on my sofa ,inside my house . One look of mine goes towards the messy house, the dirty clothes that are lying down , the roof form where the water was leaking . I took a sip from my tea and again look outside of my house. A sudden thought came to my mind while taking another sip from my tea. From the outside it looks like i was inside the house living happily without the care of heavy rain but actually even my house is not able to hold that tiny drop of rain from falling on to the ground. The rain that is pouring outside is just like me . It is created by nature and will eventually goes into it . It goes through various obstacles in its short life time before reaching its ultimate destination; the ground. In its whole life it keeps on falling down which is quite similar to my life but when i wonder how it has the capacity to enter inside my house , i realize what it has been trying to say to me...
People often prey at temples saying ,"Dear God, i havn't want anything before this , and this is the first time i want something from you". In the contrast i prey to God everytime and every moment when i need something because i believe he is the one who has the power of giving and except him all things in the universe is just receiving.
When you have much to say , but you have choosen to be silent in that situation;its just because you get matured. Matured enough to know that your words will not make a difference. Mature enough to know that , they will believe what they want to believe regardless of your words.
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Clip some butterflies on the ropes of imagination and use cabalistic ink with purely plucked peafowl feathers carve them into a quill. Lave your hands with scintillating stars and apt verities.
2 anklets of aestheticism A bag of bygone books chillies of carpe diem dusty dolour blushing espies on ether few flowery flames gust of gale a hopeful hiraeth Infinite irises of ink jumbled words knitted kites of alphabets luminance of luna minty metaphors nightmares marinated with nightfall oozes of oxymorons pallette of p(a)ep(p)er a querying bowl ruined roses and rains sounded syllables tray of tinctures u from packet of vowels vamoosed silhouettes woolen whispers x as comma yellow (you)niverse zigzag heartbeats
Take a basket of Infinite irises of ink dip a pallette of p(a)e(p)per in it.
Preheat a querying bowl add vamoosed silhouettes, woolen whispers, zigzag heartbeats, dusty dolour and chillies of carpe diem under the luminance of luna .
Put that bowl on few flowery flames stir the mixture with x as comma and turn off the flame by the dash of yellow (you)niverse.
Plate this out in the tray of tinctures take 'u' from packet of vowels to garnish it with silver vark from sounded syllables.
For icing use a soft silk sheet wreath it with dusty dolour, oozes of oxymorons, ruined roses and rains, a hopeful hiraeth, gust of gale and two anklets of aestheticism keep mixing it without lumps.
Free the knitted kites of alphabets while blushing and espying at ether wear a smile and decorate your poetry with jumbled words place it into a bag of bygone books after sprinkling minty metaphors on it.
Tips ------- (You can bedeck your poetries with pain or phantasm)
(You can add humour or science while preheating the bowl)
It was a friday afternoon, I was ironically sitting in-between the dimension of romance and horror which humorously contradicts my current mood of annoyance. It seemed like a usual and boring day but honestly it was far from what meets the eye. The stereotypical stoic librarian remains staring into her space of silence as the last minute assignment readers hush their grunts of disapproval.
The rarity of having people of different title, character and personality is quiet endearing when you think of it, the study buddies, drama fanatics, sports crazies and weirdos (which would be me) all come to one place to gain knowledge. If you really think of it, a library is like a place of acceptance. A place where history, culture, religion and realisation become equivalently ranked.
सुनों, आज बस तुम्हारा ही नहीं तुम्हारे साथ कहीं ना कहीं मेरा भी जन्मदिन है क्योंकि मुझे लगता है ना कि तुम मेरा अक्स हो तो फ़िर हुआ ना एक ही दिन हम दोनों का ही जन्मदिन। हाँ चलो ठीक है थोड़ी बड़ी हो थोड़ी नहीं कुछ ज़्यादा ही बड़ी हो ,पहले जन्मीं हो मुझसे तो क्या हुआ? और बड़ी हो तो हक ,गुस्सा सब कुछ जताओगी मुझ पर और मैं एक छोटी बहन की तरह चुपचाप सब सुन लूँगी।
माना कि ये रिश्ता वास्तविक दुनिया का नहीं मगर भ्रम की दुनिया के इस और उस ओर जो वास्तविक दुनिया है हम दोनों वहीं से हैं तो शायद ही इस भ्रम और दूरी का हमारे रिश्ते पर कोई प्रभाव पड़े क्योंकि तुम्हारा दिल और रूह दोंनो ही इतने साफ़, निश्छल और पाक हैं कि वो मुझे अपने प्रेम बंधन में बांधे रखेंगे और मेरी नादानियों और बचपने पर भारी पड़ती तुम्हारी परिपक्वता इस दूर के रिश्ते को कस कर पकड़ी रहेगी और हर उस सोच को गलत साबित करेगी जो ये कहती है कि दूर के रिश्ते नहीं टिकते। रिश्ते निभाने के लिये भाव और चाव ज़रूरी हैं दूरी और मजबूरी नहीं।
तुम मेरी जिंदगी के उन इंसानों में से हो जिसे खोने से मैं बहुत डरती हूँ और जिससे दूर जाने के ख़्याल भर से मेरी रूह तक कंपकंपा जाती है। तुमने हर मोड़ पर मेरा साथ दिया है, मेरे हर एक आंसुओं को तुमने अपने हाथों में रखकर उन्हें सहारा दिया है। तुमसे एक रिश्ता हो तब ना! मेरी बहन भी हो और बड़ी बहन हो तो उस लहज़े से मेरी मां भी हो, मेरी दोस्त भी हो, मेरी राज़दार भी हो, मेरी पाठक भी हो और मेरी सबसे पसंदीदा लेखिका भी हो। एक रिश्ता ख़त्म भी हो जाए तो बाकी के तो रहेंगे, आख़िर इतने सारे जो हैं। मुझे पता है इसे पढ़कर ज़रूर भावुक हो जाओगी लेकिन ये बस मेरे प्यार का आंशिक रूप है जो इस कोरे ख़त के ज़रिए तुम्हें भेज रही हूँ।
सोच रही थी इतने पर थम जाएं फ़िर कुछ अधूरा लगा (बिल्कुल वैसे ही जैसे मैं अधूरी हूँ तुम्हारे बिन) तो कुछ अल्फ़ाज़ तुम्हारे लिये...
Life gives us two choices - Evolve or Repeat, From what we choose . It's never too late to turn around, From a wrong choice Some we regret, some we are proud of. So forgive yourself, For what you didn't know. Experience solitude Get in touch with your soul Silence will speak the truth And you'll know the solution. A choice that scares, Is what will help you grow. To make the right choice And take the change.
A set of butts, an earmarked curve, a precise body shape they want you to ellude. Then they preach self love as if they have only hypocrisy to exude.
A lot has been said, little has been done. Shoot out love if you can but put down your guns.
Body shaming is like smoking that harms both the parties, the shamer and the target. And like smoking, it is INJURIOUS for health. Now it is so ignorant of you to not consider mental health A PERSISTENT ISSUE, because it is. Many people don't see where it leads but it can cripple a person's life in ways you cannot imagine of. I know that it doesn't look a cruel crime and that's why many of you are mocking it off right now. But, my friends, you don't need a constitution to tell you that. It is as basic of an ethic as expecting humane treatment from humans. YOUR PAPER ACHIEVEMENTS, QUALIFICATIONS AND BANK BALANCE WOULD BE OF NO GOOD IF YOUR ATTITUDE IS SET WRONG. This society has bled long enough of its assumptions that it is now shoving onto us and expecting us to carry the brutal legacy forward and cripple many lives. Don't let that happen. Tell your kids that they are beautiful and their outward appearance doesn't matter. So that when they grow up, they spend less time contemplating their looks and more time honing their inner beauty. And that's what we highly need.