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  • isolated_atom 9w

    @the_speccy_outsider Dear uncle,I know it's not fitting on your situations nowdays ,but here's a positive vibe what you need the most.
    All the very best!
    All the stars of success are with you. ��

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    Always look forward,to what is ahead.
    Your thoughts and wisdom, gracefully spread.
    Living the life to the fullest,is up to you.
    Look in the mirror, always be true.
    Listen to your inner voice,
    Live your life, through your choice.



    _Sonal Dubey

  • isolated_atom 13w

    कल रात मेरे साथ घटित सत्य घटना पर आधारित ।

    Okay bye. I need mental peace.

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    Nervousness!

    Nervousness trespassed in me, last night.

    Door was oozing the silence of loudest storm running in my mind.
    Fingers were still stucked in dishevelling like a hungry young crow.
    On the battleground of bed ,I was playing like a rebellion.
    Ordered my pillows to come and provide shelter by being the weapon through which, I could save myself getting bear down on my head between them.
    sweaty were my hands still anxiety chocked my throat by dancing like rain in the month of June.
    Legs upon one another were afraid of losing The power of movement due to mind illness.
    It's all about nervousness.

    The storage in my room was filled of negativity and fear which were stuck in my thoughts just like my phone's storage was filled with pictures of blue skies,white clouds,the myriad faces of moon and some white lilies from my garden which have been the healer of mine, when I used to be an innocent girl at the age of 13.
    Nervousness adorned my fear very systematically, beautifully and smoothly strong.
    Frequency of nervousness filled the gap that my beds corner and the floor contained.
    Nervousness embraced 2 of its new friends named 'fear' and 'doubt', inside me.
    4 books in my shelf basked in the room, felt menace.
    It's all About nervousness.

    My eyes were ghasty open,i ceaselessly starred at the rooftop and detected non identical twins in my knees also my stomach ached differently like never I felt before the last night.
    The clenched fist,deepest and darkest crumple was insufferable.
    Nervousness put down a lock on my mouth.
    I was mum.
    I was mum.
    The nail paint over my nails was red in tint until my nails turned black.
    Tension would be immortal witness.
    It's all about nervousness.

    Zillion of wrinkles on my bed and non counted hair falls are witness of the strain I suffered last night.
    I met with the clots of freezed blood and some injuries my nails tattooed on my skin.
    My bedsheet is crying with silence of losing lots of its thread and for tolerating the pain of wrinkles I gave it.
    Profoundly I met a new me,last night.
    Teenage is actually mirthless.
    It's all about nervousness.

    ~Sonal

  • isolated_atom 14w

    Hopenotes!

    I wondered,that how the clouds outside my window turn pink whenever
    he sends me letters adorned
    of hopes and notes regarding
    the soul exists inside
    me and the essence of aroma of his forever
    fresh love.
    I thought that metaphors crave his ink.
    Hopes feel like another ray of sun coming
    from the another window in my room to the almirah inside
    which lots of his hopenotes and letters are in imprisonment.

    The gleams get stuck among his promises of
    being forever fresh in love.
    I've no more courage to set that gleams free.

    ~Sonal

  • isolated_atom 15w

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    आज उसने फुरसत में शाम को मैसेज किया और बड़े प्यार से कहा,"योर बर्थडे इज कमिंग,क्या लोगी अपना बर्थडे गिफ्ट?"
    मैंने भी दिल से,बिना झिझक एक प्यारी सी मुस्कुराहट के साथ जल्दी से कह ही दिया कि 'काश कभी मैं तुम्हारी कविता का शीर्षक बनूं!'

    वो चुप था, हालांकि उसे लिखना नहीं आता है पर फिर भी उसने मेरी इस बात पर ठहाके नहीं लगाए और झट से मना भी नहीं किया।
    वो फ्रैंक है। हर बात सीधा सामने मुंह पर बोल देता है,पीठ पीछे बोलने की गुंजाइश ही नहीं और यही बात उसकी मुझे सबसे ज्यादा भाती है ।
    एक मैं इंट्रोवर्ट गर्ल,जिसे लोग और उनकी लंबी बातें एक आंख नहीं सुहाती है ,और वहीं वो,लिमिट लेस कन्वर्सेशन का हेड।
    वो हमसे अलग था,बोले तो एकदम अलग। और ये तो यूनिवर्सल ट्रुथ ही है कि 'नेगेटिव पोल्स अट्रैक्ट ईच अदर।'

    "अगर तुम यही चाहती हो तो यही सही, मैं कोशिश करूंगा और तुम्हीं तो कहती हो ना की कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती तो मेरी भी हार नहीं होगी",उसने कहा।
    इतने में मेरा दिल बाग-बाग हो गया और मानो बाहर निकलकर नाचने सा लगा।मेरे पैर तो जमीन पर थे ही नहीं मानो।
    एकदम 'आज मैं ऊपर,आसमां नीचे ' वाला सीन था।
    हमने भी एक स्माइली वाला इमोजी भेज ही दिया जैसे-तैसे करके।

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    उसने मेरी चुप्पी देखी और कहा,"सुनो,मैंने कभी लिखने का ट्राइ तो नहीं किया पर शायद एक लेखक के लिए लेखनी और शब्दों के जाल से बढ़कर कीमती कुछ होता ही नहीं है। उनकी अपनी अलग ही दुनिया होती है,जैसे कि तुम्हारी भी एक अलग ही दुनिया है, कविताओं,शब्दों और कहानियों के बीच।
    हम किसी से कितना भी प्रेम कर ले,परन्तु यदि हम उसके बारे में कुछ लिख नहीं सकते तो वहां प्रेम की परिभाषा सफल नहीं मानी जाती।
    शायद हम उनके बारे में लिखकर उन्हें अनुभव करा सकते हैं ,कि हमारे दिल में उनके लिए प्रेम कितनी मात्रा में है।
    हम किसी के लिए कुछ लिख पाएं उससे बड़ी उपलब्धि और क्या ही हो सकती है।
    आज की इस भाग दौड़ भरी जिंदगी में थोड़ा सा समय निकाल कर ,एकांत बैठकर,भावों की दुनिया में प्रेम की पिटारी से कुछ खूबसूरत शब्दों के चयन से कविता रूपी माला बनाना कितना अद्भुत होता है ना!
    एक लेखक को अपनी हर रचना के अंत में अलग सी ही प्रसन्नता मिलती है,मानो वहीं उसकी मंजिल है।
    मैं भी चाहता हूं ऐसी प्रसन्नता का अनुभव करना।

    अब तक मैं खुद को पाता था ,तुम्हारी रचना में
    अब तुम मिलना,खुद से,मेरी रचना में!"
    "हां! मैं बनाऊंगा तुम्हें अपनी कविता का शीर्षक"

    मेरे पास शब्द नहीं थे,उसे देने को पर मेरी आखों के पास था कुछ,अश्रु, आखिरकार निकाल ही गए।

    ~सोनल

  • isolated_atom 15w

    Okay.
    So written in 14.5 minutes.

    Tried hard but didn't catch it.
    But read please.

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    काश कभी मैं उसकी कविता का शीर्षक बनूं!
    विरक्त होकर भी उसे रक्त से सिंचित करूँ,
    क्षणभंगुर से प्रेम को,अनन्त कर,
    निष्प्राण होकर,समाधि में तैरा करूँ।
    काश कभी मैं उसकी कविता का शीर्षक बनूं!

    उसके वियोग को भास्कर की विभा तले
    रौंद, ध्वंस करूँ,
    रेत से स्नेह प्रमोष कर,उसके ह्रदय को
    कविता रूपी कुसुम से सदैव अलंकृत करूँ ।
    काश कभी मैं उसकी कविता का शीर्षक बनूं!

    व्योम तले स्थाई होकर,
    बेजान पन्नों में सामर्थ्य भरूँ,
    रिस कर अपने अश्रु धरा पर,
    खुद ही मैं सिंचित होकर,
    उसके आंगन में पुष्प खिलूं।
    काश कभी मैं उसकी कविता का शीर्षक बनूं!

    ~सोनल

  • isolated_atom 16w

    Pardon me for the mistakes.

    I'm missing you like hell. @parle_g ����
    I'm not feeling well here without you. Please come back.
    I know you're suffering a lot in your life,and it's very hard for you to spend time in entertainment. Just for some days.
    I want that vibes back when you used to talk and spend time with us.

    You're the one and only person in my life who shared about her past even about your mental health with me.
    You can't even imagine how important you're to me.

    How supportive and lovable you're,no one can understand but god.
    I'm endowed with your friendship which means much to me.
    Lots of love. Please come back. ❤

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    कि अब हर्फ नहीं तुम्हारी जौफ़िय्यत ब'यां करने को
    मि'रे एक तुम ही तो थे,अब कुछ बचा नहीं फ'ना करने को।

    तकल्लुम तुम्हारा ही हमे रा'स आता था
    की अब हर्फ ही नहीं,तुम'से इल्तिज़ा करने को।।

    इंतिशार नहीं कर सकता रू'हों को जुदा
    पैदाइश दूसरी भी हो,तो खौ'फ नहीं तुम्हारा हबीब होने को।।

    ~सोनल

  • isolated_atom 16w

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    My love is entangled in the dark ray which
    passes through the button of his white shirt.
    The threads of that shirt crave my touch
    and bind me.

    ~Sonal

  • isolated_atom 16w

    I don't/never take much time(not even more than 1 hour.) to write something because the deep i think I can't frame them in words properly.
    Thought to post something ,so i dragged it in some minutes before posting

    Just a very random. You can skip.
    Finally 50th post.

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    I don't believe in soulmates but POETRY and SHE.

    She is indulge in poetry and poetry embraces
    her and achieves the unfinished goal.
    There is poetry in the rays of her morning sun, and in the evening, along with the stars,
    there is poetry in the moon too.
    There is poetry in her immense sorrow
    and poetry in the echo of her laughter.
    As if she is the breath of poetry, and
    her breath is poetry.
    For the sake of poetry she lives in poetry.
    From the petals of her lotus to the grains
    of sand, there is poetry.
    From her beating heart to the lifeless
    pages, only poetry remains camped.
    Poetry is her love and love is poetry for her.
    Poetry is for her a constant inspiration, of the eternal.
    Poetry does not perish, but changes the
    spirit and emotions with the introduction
    of new words and new authors.
    Poetry does not become lifeless,
    but poetry gives new life to the broken people.
    Poetry is not just a means of expressing
    feelings by embellishing them,
    but poetry is our companion who is ready
    to walk with us for life.
    The end of the universe is possible,
    but not poetry.
    If poetry and love are weighed in the scales,
    then poetry itself will always have the upper hand, because poetry contains more
    emotion than love.

    "Her poetries have wings to fly and reach his heart."

    ~Sonal

  • isolated_atom 16w

    One more random. Sorry for ruining your feed.

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    Dearest,
    till alive, you will find me where there will
    be a pile of pages of a great poet.
    Where thousands of fireflies will make a star,
    where lotus will rise even in the desert
    and where the end of love will be possible.
    Where the birds will be chirping freely and
    the peacock will be dancing happily.
    Where the land would talk to the wind
    and the wind would live in the sand particles.
    Where there will be no ego in the great
    mountain and the ant has no fear of anyone.
    Where dreams will be high and labor will be great.
    Where sunrise will be a symbol of no end but
    a new tomorrow.
    Where the writer is full of emotion and there is a stock of words.
    Where there is no creation in the universe, but the work itself is filled with the whole universe.

    Yes, I will meet you at such a place.

    ~Sonal

  • isolated_atom 17w

    बस यूँ ही!

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    वियोगी निशा की भी होती है दुपहरिया,
    जहां खिलखिलाते हैं शोक,और विषाद
    लेती है अंगड़ाई।
    झपकी लेती है,आषाढ़ माष के भास्कर की अनंत किरणें।
    जहां लेखक की कलम मरूस्थल में लिपटकर
    जन्म देती है एक पंकज को और प्रतिद्वंदी हो जाता है,
    निशा की शीतलता का।

    वहीं पन्ने समेटते हैं,
    संपूर्ण ब्रह्मांड के लेखकों द्वारा रचित शब्दों को,
    और उन्हें अपनाकर,
    उनके भावों को वियोग से
    संयोग में परिवर्तित करते हैं।

    ~सोनल