वीर भोग्य वसुंधरा ।।
तुम्हारे बाद हमने किसी से बात नही की,तुम्हारे बाद हमने बस सबका जवाब दिया है।©sandyhurdler
मेरी कोशिश हैं खुद को बिगाड़े रखना,ज़िद ये है कि, किसी को मैं अच्छा ना लगूं।।©sandyhurdler
क़लम में ज़ोर जितना है, जुदाई की बदौलत है।मिलन के बाद लिखने वाले लिखना छोड़ देते हैं।।©sandyhurdler
बुरा वक़्त सबका आता है,बस आपकी वजह से किसी का बुरा वक़्त नहीं आना चाहिए।©sandyhurdler
अलविदा कहने के ठीक बाद, वो ट्रेन पर चढ़ीऔर मैं मुस्कुराते हुए, उदासियों में उतर गया।©sandyhurdler
Even sacrificing one's own happiness for someone's good is love. Isn't it ?
Don't you miss her ??I do, every day. But sometimes, Some people are better staying inYour memories than in your life.
I asked my Father should I help someone who needs me ?Father said even if someone doesn't need you, you should still help them.I asked my father again, to what extent I should help ??Dad smiled and said if you are helping someone, never think about the limit, just helped them out.Sometimes I think dad was wrong, because people misunderstand you when you help someone by going beyond limits, even if you have pure intentions.©sandyhurdler
उसकी आखिरी ख्वाइश थी मुझसे बात मत करोउसके प्रेम में मैं ये न करता तो क्या करता ?©sandyhurdler
मुझे नहीं लगता कि इंसान को हमेसा पॉजिटिव रहनाचाहिए, कुछ लोग की एक नित्यक्रिया होती है, बी पॉजिटिव बोलते रहना।हमेसा पॉजिटिव नहीं रहा जा सकता, उदास होना,गुस्सा होना, नाराज होना, हताश होना, डरना एवं चिंतितहोना भी ज़रूरी है ये सब हमेसा एक इंसान बने रहने मेंमदद करती है नहीं तो हम कबका मशीन हो चुके होते।।©sandyhurdler
मेरी कल्पनाएँ जादुई नहीं होती, मेरी कल्पनाओं मेंरत्ती भर भी जादू होता तो मैं एक लड़की की डायरीमें हज़ारों खत लिख के वापिस अपने कमरे में लौटआता. मैं चाहता था कि मैं अपनी कल्पनाओं में,अभी-अभी जन्में उस बच्चे जैसा हो जाऊं जो धुप केसुनहरे पत्तों को रौंदते हुए सूरज को चूम लेना चाहता हैमेरी कल्पनाओं की अच्छी और सबसे बुरी बात यही हैकि मैं कल्पनाओं में भी बस लड़की के डायरी में खतलिखने जैसे बात ही सोच पाता हूँ।©sandyhurdler
A STORY LONG FORGOTTEN
A STORY LONG FORGOTTEN " What amazing tricks the mirror plays with me ! All the time I thought I had a mole on my right cheek but today I learnt it is on the left.." she giggles. "Huh!" You say " nothing is what it seems to be, is it ?" The world is not what it looks like it is. Even the girl who is sitting opposite to you , you don't actually know what's in her mind , do you ? You don't know what's at the bottom of a well. You are nodding absentmindedly to her prattle. But something stirs inside you. You are back in your childhood home in that distant village : there is that graveyard overgrown with bushes where you pick up berries and fern with your cousins. And your uncle calls after you "Beware of your great great granduncle , he might rise from his grave !" You are not fainthearted are you ? You laugh . You laugh when your youngest cousin says she can hear some murmur , maybe it's a tiger ? But when you come back home , you find a stranger sitting on your veranda. An elderly, learned, homeless man everybody likes , everybody is happy to provide food and shelter to him. His eyes bore deeply into you , a booming voice says " You are not what I expected you would be ". Expected what ? To dissolve the embarrassment your auntie intervenes " It is okay. Just because .." " Oh you won't understand" he gestures dismissively. Who doesn't understand what ? What were you expected to be ? You think and rethink. No answers. " Is something bothering you ?" She brings you back." No , nothing. You still haven't told me the meaning of your name ."" Why do you want to know ?"" I think you got a pretty name ". She starts telling another story. And you, maybe you have never left that patch of graveyard covered with the thorny bushes. The smell of the stagnant rainwater in the field , the freshly mowed grass, the smell of the moist soil just before it rains. Many years later when you tell a friend of yours about the smell she laughs , " are you joking ?" You remember the concrete floor doesn't emit the smell of the upcoming rain. She pinches you. You are startled. " Let's take a stroll ",you say. The sun is going down. The heat is not as tormenting it used to be during the day. The breeze is soothing . You step on the pavement together. You walk past a solitary tree, a post and a few cars run past you. "Where are we going ?"she asks. "Onwards",you say with a touch of mystery.Suddenly you remember it has been your dream to walk through the city aimlessly and without a destination, you wanted to lose all sense of time . Is the dream coming true right now ? But you don't want to think of that. " We cannot lose what we don't have , can we ?" You ask . Or have you really uttered these words ? She doesn't seem to hear. Anyway , you don't know why this thought came to you. You go on walking. It is a nice evening. And you keep walking down and down the memory lane . Things long forgotten struggle to come to the surface. You wonder where they remained hidden all these years. You see yourself playing with your cousins at the courtyard. All of a sudden someone cries " There he comes" and you run inside. He staggers into the courtyard and falls down . You look at him through the window, every strand of your hair standing on its end. His mother comes, she is furious. Your auntie says " Don't be so angry , sister , can't you see how sick he is !" Your cousins say , beware of him, he is mad, he roams around the village. Beware of the site where he fell down. If you stand on that place , you too will get his disease . You are scared to be alone outdoors, you listen to your little friends like you are being told a ghost story. One day, when your grandma whispers" He's dead" you heave a sigh of relief. You look at your watch. It is time you traced your steps back. Will you take a bus ? It's getting darker . You decide to take a cab . Perhaps we should leave you alone there. You and your companion.You make the journey home together. Home awaits. Or is it home you are heading to? "Poor thing , where did she wander to ?" Everyone on duty looks relieved. "We had a nice time , didn't we dear?"you smile. She smiles too. She's docile. She lets herself led to her bed. It is time you left the ward. " You don't have to be like that forgotten ghost story for some scared children of a bygone era, you know." You murmur after her.©anweshaphukan
He is a boy
He is a boy ; It doesn't mean that he is a rapist:He is a boy : it doesn't mean that he has no problems in his life He is a boy ; it doesn't mean that he don't know how to behave with girlsHe is a boy ; it doesn't mean that he don't respect girls He is a boy ; it doesn't mean that he is a LofarHe is a boy ; it doesn't meant that he always molest the girlsHe is boy ;He is man ; he is father;he is son : he is brother ; he is someone's husband ; he is someones boyfriend ; he is everything for someone :Don't spoil the image of boy and man .. be real respect those who are really deserve it . Whether he is a boy or girl©aartinepal