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पर्वत के ह्रदय को भेद के ही   हर नदी की धारा बहती है, और हरी कोंपलें पतझड़ के जाने की कहानी कहती हैं, पाषाण हों जितने सख्त मगर, यह धरा तो उर्वर रहती है, सपने टूटे असंख्य तभी आँखों से कविता बहती है | मरुस्थल की मरीचिका में भी मृगजल की आस नहीं जाती, मैं अश्रुधार में डूब गयी फिर भी ये प्यास नहीं जाती, मेरी काजल की कोठी को शुभ्रता क्यों रास नहीं आती? झीनी चादर से छनकर अब हल्की भी सांस नहीं आती ! जलते हैं, दग्ध पलाश पुष्प नित् नए रूप धरे तरुवर, क्या भूलूँ, क्या मैं याद करूँ स्मृतियाँ घुटतीं नयनों में भर, स्मिति रूठी-रूठी बैठी है होठों के कोटर में छुप कर, पर उस एक क्षण को जीना है, जिसको पाया सदियां खोकर !    कुछ सुर हैं सजाने, बेसुर से कुछ मध्यम से, कुछ चंचल से, वीणा के तार हैं टूटे सब फिर भी स्वर…

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Cashmere

    I draped you O My Silks! With the fondre memories, I was filled of riding on those obscure swings, rocking-a-bye on your nonchalant wings!      I inhaled your lissome caress, And the night turned into a temptress.   I adorned you O gold mesh, Intertwined you with gossamer threads, You stole the glimmers from the stars, Veneered that stardust on my scars, I turned as beautiful as a black rose, Your glitters added spark to my grandiose!   I muffled you O My Cashmere! Infused you in my veins, carried you everywhere! Implanted your fibrils in my dermis, You prick me O Memories, yet you’re chamois. My frigid heart weeps flakes of glacier, Melt me with your warmth, O My Cashmere!   Memories are like cashmere…as flimsy as they can be, yet their warmth can melt icebergs of melancholy. They entrap us in a suffocating web, hitherto allowing…

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Diwali

  Mitranya cried last night. She was getting ready for her wedding. She wept profusely for the seventh time and the dark sky celebrated her wedding night with extra sparkles scattered all over.  The otherwise soothing autumn breeze was furious. It effused ether, smothering enough for all who had sensitive eyes, ears and breath. I missed my zephyr. Her wedding was not ceremonial for everyone. Stars were brighter. They were frolicking over the absence of the moon, who always subdues their beauty with his impish charms. Like all other brides, Mitranya was bedecked and bejeweled gleaming against the stark night while weeping tears of valediction. Like every other bride, she was split into two. She had to choose between her head and heart. Mitranya is a timeless beauty. She looks the same since years. No one could ever have guessed her real age. She’s quite older than her countenance. She was fostered with soul and sweat. With…

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Papa

When the whole world celebrates Diwali, a daughter celebrates her Dad’s birthday and mourns her amour at the same time… He was the music of my life. Like him, music ensnares my soul….even if my voice sinks and heart weeps…. He never leaves even if he’s gone… Sharing memories of my father along with my musical tribute to the virtuoso…   He was the first man whom I fell in love with and that love affair is perennial. The kind of person he was, I’m sure, every lady would have fallen for him even today if he was alive. He was one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen, not only for his endearing looks and suave persona but for the jewel heart and sparkling intellect he possessed. Born of 5th November, he was a true Libra, perfectly balanced in head and heart. The reason why I always share…

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Timex

Diwali is round the corner and I’m all set for my Dhanterous shopping. Being the biggest aficionado of wrist watches, I save money throughout the year to splurge in some great time pieces as this is the one shopping which not only gives me immense pleasure but also optimum satisfaction for my money is well spent. Like every year I’ve already picked my piece of intricate grandeur, that’s a Timex wristwatch. Well, after all it’s Diwali, time for a guilt free shopping spree. Naturally, the festival of light engulfs everyone in its jollity. The significance is also reflected in the way the festival is celebrated. While the cleaning of homes is a reflection of the cleansing of internal negativity, decorations and new clothes are a symbol of newly gained realization. But what’s truly special about the festival are the five-day long celebrations involving an exchange of gifts with friends and…

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Blind date

  Alice was a menace! She was not that bored and drowsy girl as Lewis Carroll proclaimed her to be, but was an errant grade-schooler with mischief in her moves and a method in her madness. On the contrary, I was a nice girl, sweet and simple with vivid dreams in my colossal eyes. That day we fought, though we were the best of friends. As you all might know, Alice traversed the wonderland alone in mere a mundane night’s dream and created a mess out of that dreamland. But that is not the real story. Lewis Carroll must have forgotten to tell you that I, too, was a part of her wonderland commotion. We both were 7 then. Alice was double the size of Mr. Rabbit, but I sat pretty on the lapel of his checkered coat. His pocket clock was shrieking …TIK…TOK … TIK…TOK. Such a loud it…

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Internet

  Nowadays, the internet plays a big role in most of our lives. We rely on this technology for a lot of things such as banking transactions, communication, education, and research and also for those who work from home.  That is why it is important that we look for a company that can provide us with a secure and reliable Internet connection all the time. Should you decide to get a connection it is important that we consider the following factors before subscribing to any provider? 1) Familiarize yourself with the different types of Broadband connection that currently exists so you would know what it the best type of connection that would suit your household needs. The broadband connection is available in 4 different types: DSL – is the most common connection that we have right now; it uses “old phone lines” in order to establish a secure connection. DSL…

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Forlorn tales

कुछ  किस्से  हैं,  कुछ  बातें  हैंकुछ   सांझी   सी   सौगातें   हैंआँखों-ही-आँखों में कट गयींकुछ   अंतहीन   सी   रातें   हैं  | ढीले –  ढीले   से,    बिगड़े    सेकुछ   रूठे –  रूठे   नग़मे   हैंपत्तों   की   रजाई   में   सिमटेकुछ फूल भी सहमे-सहमे हैं | गीली   मिट्टी   में    तिनकों   सी,चुभती   सी   क्यों   वो   यादें   हैं,क्यूँ खिड़की से छनकर आतीचांदनी    के   झूठे   वादे     हैं  ? मिर्ची – मिर्ची  से  तीखे  सेयूँ   आसमान   के  तारे   हैंआँखों  से इंद्रधनुष  लेकरगिरती  क्यूँ  ये  बौछारें हैं ? ——————————————— Some songs are forbidden to be sung, some dreams are prohibited to be seen, but a heart can’t be forsaken of emotions. So are tears…they can’t be stopped of effusing forlorn tales of love and melancholy. Great romantic poet (chhayawadi kavi) and progressive thinker Sumitranandan Pant  has rightly said… ‘वियोगी होगा पहला कवि, आह से उपजा होगा गान।’   Mahadevi Verma, the ‘Modern Meera’ of the famous Chhayawadi stream of poetry…

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Haiku                                                                                                                                                   Haiku   Smiling over gloom Flowers vanquish morbid thorns Leaves rhapsodize love!    Euphorbia flowers are paradox. Like life, they bloom amidst obstacles, the thorns. Petite, pretty and profusely pink, these blooms challenge horrid thorns and smile diligently for days. They adorn the green juicy leaves and scary brazen thorns even when my entire garden is devoid of any other flowers and looks almost deserted with sun-dried leaves losing their lush green hues over withered amber falls.…

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‘The Ice Maiden‘ — the title of my poem is derived from a famous fairy tale, a short story written by ‘Hans Christian Anderson‘, the noted Danish author and playwright, which was published in 1863.     I am the ice on the frozen peaks, I lack warmth, I lack life, Yet look upright, I’m dignified, I glow within, though chilled, rife.   My heart filled with Adam’s ale, A treasure trove of ocean’s haze, I freeze the moon with flurry puff, I thieve the sun of a gauzy glaze.   What if I look flinty as you, I have a flow instilled in me, Just need a touch of little warmth, My swirls ready to swamp the sea.   I flew with pernicious swift, Then fostered life before I left, I nurtured you then congealed, My frigid charm now windswept.   O’ Savage rocks! Ain’t you brittle?     Dementor of…

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Crab

Her heart was made of resin, ’twas clear, fashioned easily…   She revived and restored it after every hurt and aversion, but it retained those imprints… ….forever…    It pretended to be relentless but  died from within after each stigma…   Every time… its resilience made it more frangible  for people to wield it.    People around her were happy…  as she wept for their grin!     She possessed a Cancer heart,  like that of a ‘Hermit Crab’…, a heart which forgives …but never forgets…      A Hermit crab always craves for a shell it never owned. So, it leans on salvaged empty sea-shells, carried by the waves. At times, the crab takes shelter in hollow wooden bars, forsaken skulls, sunken stones and even in empty glass bottles drifted futile by the sea. Just to protect its mushy core, it adapts isolation, that’s why called a Hermit. A true Cancer heart is like that… , pure and…

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मन ये ऐसे भर गया

मन ये ऐसे भर गया…La Réparation—the contentment, the solatium of a scarred soul… Contentment isn’t always about getting all what we aspire, or of the fulfillment of all our desires. At times, it feels appeasing when we experience a void, an abyss of gloom, dismay or acute hopelessness. That feeling is quite close to Catharsis, where our soul is cleansed after witnessing the ‘fall of the mighty’. True contentment purges our inner self in spite of the loss of happiness. It’s like cleansing of our soul where no desires are left, as, what we beheld, was no less than bliss. My Catharsis lies in… what I read, what I felt, what I saw and what I got from Him, the Almighty, my afflatus… … खोलूँ पट रंगे सियाही,                             स्याह रातें सो न पायीं,कौन चित्रकार था वो,रंग कैसे…

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cardinal

There were many chirping birds around the fowler… He forgot the nightingale cooing in his den, ensnared…of her own free will…   The hunter never cared until she stopped singing for him…   Only he realized  when there emitted    a cacophony of caw after dead crows…   She waited for her Cardinal… The Red Cardinal Bird is believed to symbolize  joy, hope, health, rejuvenation and celebration, especially to those who look afar in search of their true essence. It is said that a Red Cardinal is seen when your deceased loved ones visit you. They are usually seen when you miss them the most and need them. They also visit you during celebrations as well as in gloom to let you feel their proximity.   Everyone needs a Cardinal of their share when in despair.   CARDINALS APPEAR WHEN ANGELS ARE NEAR…..  

Dreams

A Birthday poem for my Little Girl Anindhya, who never grows for me…

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मर्सिया

You bequeathed me with bliss and parted ways for never to meet. ? The lines of my Ghazal are dedicated to my journalist and photographer friend, whom I met 9 months ago in Dehradun while attending #BNLF Indiblogger meet. I owe you those two, the most beautiful days of my life, the fond memories and those fondre dreams we shared together. Wish this post reaches you.   मर्सिये सी ज़िन्दगी बेसाख्ता किधर गयी? रौशनी मुमकिन न थी, अंधेरों से भी लड़ गयी! दो दिनों की ज़िन्दगी को चार लफ़्ज़ों में लिखा, अनसुनी सी नज़्म की तरह मैं उसको पढ़ गयी! आईने से इश्क़ था, फिर भी सियाही आँखों में, उनमें उगते सुनहरे ख्वाबों से क्यों मैं डर गयी? आँधियों से डर, छिपे उस शबे-महताब पर  नीले बादलों की फिर क्यों नीयतें बिगड़ गयीं? आँखों के कोनों से ढलते अश्कों की कीमत नहीं,  फिर चौकन्नी आँखों की कीमतें क्यों बढ़ गयीं? आँखों से आँखें…

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Vanity Fair

  Waiting with bated breath, I looked at my phone, Would I get an appointment of that nouveau zone? Sounded like wind-chimes, Ah! That much awaited call, “Congrats Ma’am, now it’s your turn to bedeck like a doll”   Though, late for the eve, I rushed to ‘Salon De Coiffure’ It would be an elaborate hairdo, I was Oh-So-Sure! I was too elated, ‘twas going to be my first chance, So, revealed to my coiffeuse, “I’ve to attend a ball-dance”.   She smiled, force shut my eyes, started styling my hair, Ah! I was so ecstatic, ‘my friends would get a though dare’. Was late, so rushed forthwith, when my mane was done, I presumed my pretty looks, as doubts were none.   I graced the ballroom with panache, kept them all staring, Women were fuming with envy, men were all leering. Dancing on my glory, I called and thanked…

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birthday

  On your birthdays, I get perplexed on what to gift you, as all what belongs to me is already yours. Apart from all the love, care, concern and time, I have a treasure of words for you. Like every year a new birthday poem for my Princess MAITRENI  ….   What if she wants all the sparkle in her fist, What if owning stars is, in her to-do list… ‘A princess from those fairy tales’, is her mere exterior, But from somewhere deep within, she’s a true warrior!   What if she can’t endure the slightest of vexation, What if always wanting more is her fixation, Though she’s still fledgling, her life kick-starts, She’s born to impress, fashioned to win hearts! What if she always wants riding on wings of fire, What if traversing the world, her umpteenth desire, She knows how to move wild winds for her forté…

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Lunar Eclipse

I narrowed my eyes and looked into the quaint sky to find the crestfallen blood Moon. But, Alas! I couldn’t see any celestial being there, neither the eclipse-d moon, nor a single star. The night had revealed in its bewitching aura, deathly dark was the overcast sky. I was all set with my cameras, ready to shoot the much awaited cosmic event, but in vain! It was acute dark, the sky merging with the brazen, mischievous night! Maitreni, the cynosure of shutterbugs, left her well-equipped camera behind and Anindhya, my budding photographer, left me all baffled up with these gizmos. And I was like that perplexed child trying hard to differentiate between the sleeves and the neckline of her new polo-neck-tee. But there was no glimpse of the Moon to shoot. I was the only human in the house, sans any assistance, so Bambi followed me up to the terrace,…

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hyderabad cakes for girlfriend

Girls are fragile angels that get hurt easily and sometimes, unknowingly. These can be anyone, your sister, your mom, your wife, and yes, your girlfriend too. No matter how much they understand you, girlfriends are prone to go into the sad zone very easily and quickly. You may try to talk to her, make her understand your point of view but yet, at times, you do feel that this is not it and this is not how she will be convinced. You know what you’re going to do? Well, first, don’t leave her alone and second, try to go a mile further to cheer her soul up. Following are few ways that can help you patch things with her nicely and at the same time bag her heart right away.   Talk It Out The key to a good relationship is to talk things out. You discuss, argue, and resolve,…

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लफ्ज़

  रेत सी फिसल गयी, बस उम्र थी, आदत नहीं, मुड़ के क्या रोकूँ उसे, अब तक किया रुख़सत नहीं ! आँख में धुंए सी क्यों लगती है तू ऐ ज़िन्दगी? राख में ढूंढूँ तुझे, इतनी भी तो फुरसत नहीं ! लफ्ज़ थे अंगारों से, सुनकर हुआ दिल ख़ाक सा, अब ग़ज़ल कैसे कहूँ, जलना मेरी फितरत नहीं ! फ़रवरी की सर्दियों की गुनगुनाती नज़्मों पर, बर्फ सी कुछ यूँ गिरी, लफ़्ज़ों मे अब हरकत नहीं ! रंज़िशें थीं आपकी और गुफ्तगूं की तल्ख़ियां, वक़्त के सितम ही थे, कोई बड़ी आफत नहीं ! तारीखें हैं भागतीं, घडी की सुइयां दौड़तीं, वक़्त ने फिर आज मुझको दी कोई मोहलत नहीं ! ऐ ग़म-ए-दिल तू बता इस शब-ए-ग़म की दास्ताँ, इन अंधेरों को भी क्यों भाती मेरी सोहबत नहीं ? हम रहें ग़ुमनाम यूँ, कि आप कुछ मशहूर हों, रास आती है भला, क्यों आपको शोहरत नहीं ? ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————- Ret si fisal gayi, bas…

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