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LIFE -A Transit

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My first Hindi poetry beautifully sung by Sunita Dutta (Manali H.P.India). My sincere thanks to her

जिन्दगी  हर पल पहेली

न सोचो ऐसा क्यू है

न समझें वेसा क्यू है

हर इन्सान मुझ सा नहीं है

यही   तो मजा है..

मेरा हंसना गुनाह तो नहीं

तेरी नराजगी शायद खता है

मेने दील की सुनी

तो इस मे बुरा क्या है

हर……

इतनी खुबसूरत है यह दुनिया

मे से परे देखो तो सही

मुझ  से पेहले भी थी

मुझ से बाद भी रहे गई

हर…..

अथा सागर हे यह प्यार

ईक बुन्द पी कर तो देखो

हर इन्सा दोस्त बन जाऐगा

रास्ता आसान हो जाएगा

उस नजर से तो देखो

हर……..

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#POETRY #LIFE #BEAUTY #LOVE

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30TH NOVEMBER – A Tribute

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        Image from internet 

     
One of the saddest day called Martyrs day (commemoration day)

The day nation remembers their heroes

Their sacrifices and their bravery

Defending the innocent lives of fellow beings

The young lives paying the price

For hate and anger of few negative individuals

 

Like everyone else in this world

They had dreams in their eyes

Some purposes to achieve

Some relationships to embrace

To love and be loved in return

 

Let’s Pray for the peace to prevail

May the thoughts be changed for better

May the world be a place to LET LIVE

May there be no Martyrs anywhere

Our youth contributing in progress

Spreading love and happiness

Through their ideas and innovation

Their hands holding prosperous future

Not the guns and ammunition to defend

 

 

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#POETRY #LIFE #YOUTH #LOVE

 

 

 

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Hands in Clay

Alanna your poetry express the emotion of all the Artists who create masterpieces with clay. Thanks for sharing

I am reblogging this in honour of my Sister Joy with one of her creation

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When my hands touch clay

I lose myself

Deep in the soft, smooth sensation of mud

Sliding between my fingers

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HAIKU #25

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Footsteps  disappeared

    Leaving no traces behind

         Engulfed silent –Bliss

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HAIKU # 24

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Actions solely yours

       Don’t blame others for your faults

           They are  just mirrors

 
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My roaming Soul

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Today it’s Quadrille at dVerse, with Mish hosting. The poem has to have exactly 44 words. The word that has to be included in the poem is “rock”.

 

Lying with my eyes close

Surrounded by the high rocks

Feeling the birds soaring high

Hearing music of quiet streams

Fresh Air kissing my hair

Magic unforgettable

Reality a harsh desert Sun

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HAIKU #23 TIME 

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Clock 🕒 is just a tool for our convenience. It doesn’t tell us how much time we have HERE

When people say that they don’t have time, they are actually speaking the only reality, though without realizing it. How can you have something which can not be quantifed, or qualified or bound by anything.

We have people in our lives who would only communicate with us as per their convenience, 

So next time someone says to you  ‘Oh, I was busy, didn’t have time to call you’. Take it that you were not required in their life so they didn’t bother to call.   But they will not hesitate to call you when  they need you.

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Why my hands are rough and coarse

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Dedicating to the every woman 👩. I am sure this has been faced by most of us at one time or others.  An introspection for The children (irrespectivs of gender) and husbands

 

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Why are hands rough and coarse?

Is a question I am asked

By my own children and others

Sometimes accused sometimes ridiculed

                Doing the dishes countless times a day,

               Using the detergent full of chemicals,

                Using washing powders full of sodas

               Not withstanding the harshness

              The clothes fade away after a few washings

               I use it day after day,

                Year after year till my end,

                 So that you eat in clean dishes

                 And wear clean clothes

                You dare to ask ????????

                Why are my hands rough and coarse ?

When we are going out

Why I can not dress-up properly ?

Wear high heels and do my hair?

Has anyone spared a single thought?

After one hour of ironing

And few hours of cleaning the house 

My back is stiff and feel too tired,

To even think of going out.

But still with a smiling face

Join you in your fun

 You dare to ask???????

Why I can not dress-up properly ?

Wear high heels and do my hair?

                     I agree world won’t stop when I am gone

                      You may hire helping hands

                      To cook,wash and do the dishes

                     But you will not find anyone waiting 

                     To serve you hot meals and watch you lovingly

                     When you browse your mobile while eating

                    Oblivious to the fact that I was also hungry

I don’t expect any accolades or rewards

But then don’t deserve insensitivity on your part

You may find many friends and well-wishers 

But there would never be a blessing hand

Or a warmth of selfless embrace

Love me for your own sake

So that you don’t feel guilty 

When I am gone.


         

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HAIKU #22

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                       The view from my home.

     Silence of sunset 🌇

        Shimmering on the surface

                Humbled by beauty 

 
I love Sunrise and Sunset. It never fails to fascinate me.

 
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पत्तों की बरसात

A beautiful blog of poetry which touched my ♥ deeply. Sharing one of them. The hindi poetry lovers do check

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आँख खुली तो देखा मैंने,
रात अजब एक बात हुई थी ।
अंगड़ाई लेती थी सुबह
औंधी गहरी रात हुई थी ॥

पक्षी भी सारे अब चुप थे,
घोंसलों में बैठे गुमसुम थे,
कैसी ये घटना उनके संग
यूँही अकस्मात् हुई थी ।
आँख खुली तो देखा मैंने,
रात अजब एक बात हुई थी ॥

सूरज की अब धूप भी नम थी,
तपिश भी उसमें थोड़ी कम थी,
स्थिति बनाती और गहन तब
तेज़ हवा भी साथ हुई थी ।
आँख खुली तो देखा मैंने,
रात अजब एक बात हुई थी ॥

शर्म छोड़ सब पेड़ थे नंगे,
टेढ़े मेढ़े और बेढंगे,
झड़प हुई थी उनमें या कि
पत्तों की बरसात हुई थी ।
आँख खुली तो देखा मैंने,
रात अजब एक बात हुई थी ॥

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