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Arising from the Dust

Arising from the Dust She woke up from the cindersWith laden wings alongFlecked with ashes of the yoreLissome, yet so strong! Her wings weren’t mere feathersBut, limbs of ores alloyedAh! Christened brash and brazen,The Phoenix rose from fire! Ancient Greek mythology says, Phoenixes were monsters resurrected from the remains of their predecessors. Monsters? I was baffled for whether I should compare a phoenix with a woman or not! Well, why would a delicate, demure woman be christened as a monster bird? Just because of her resilience, grit and Nil Desperandum! For her never-say-die spirits! And then, I was reminded of Mahakali, the Adishakti when agitated and evoked. She shunned her soft and fragile demeanor, shuddered the entire universe in trepidation, when deprived of her rights. Call her a Phoenix resurrecting from her ashes or Mahakali annihilating all the evil around, a woman has the resilience no matter how meek she…

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The Style Symphony

मेरे अलफ़ाज़ में अब भी वो  ख़लिश  बाक़ी  है कि, उफ़  भी  मैं करूँ, तो पिघलता  है फ़लक   डूबती  शाम  का अब  भी  वो  पहर  बाक़ी  है आसमां में दिखे जो चाँद की वो पहली झलक             दरिया–ए–उम्र  में अब भी वो  लहर  बाक़ी  है         वक़्त की रेत पर  छोड़े जो  निशां  दूर  तलक   उनकी खुदगर्ज़ी की अब भी वो सज़ा बाक़ी  है काश! वो रोयें ज़ार–ज़ार,  लिए दिल  में कसक   मेरे  अशआ’र  में  अब  भी  वो  बात  बाक़ी  है रहगिर  राह  रोककर  सुनें और जाएँ  ठिठक !! GLOSSARY — * ख़लिश — चुभन, prick   *ज़ार-ज़ार — मनोव्यथा, affliction, sorrow  Mere lafzon mein ab bhi wo khalish baki hai, Ki uff bhi karun to pighalta hai falaq. Doobti sham ka ab bhi wo pahar baki hai, Ki gard-e-rehguzar ghabraker jati hai thithak. Umr-e-dariya me ab bhi wo lehar baki hai, Waqt…

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I am the unreadable between the lines, The brew to turn you into the finest wines The strength to push you towards whites The restraint to stop you step into black with my advice   As I stand the grey between the shades, To protect you from falling grades To segregate and drink the venom of water To inhale the poison that lies in the air or wherever.   To absorb the radiation of the space, Would readily get burns from fire with solace. I won’t allow you to step into the black for a while As I am the grey, the unsung reality of your life! # A tiny Loupe I might be, just hold me once, And try keeping me always in your accordance, Curiouser and curiouser? That’s all you need to grasp, Traverse the Wonderland through me, I’m your Looking-Glass! # PS: The phrases, “Curiouser and curiouser”,…

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