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SHE

She was walking quietly on a LONELY road in the most busy market of the city  feeling nothing , no  connection to the fleshes roaming around her, relating her self to the stones paved into a road who  bears the weight of people stepping on it but is connected to no one, she is made of flesh carved into the stone that can't appreciate the breeze, for her it is just a hindrance from being confined in her own small world,she don't even have any right to set it's boundaries. She is now standing under the same tree which  is offering his services to her as an umbrella,a guard for  several weeks,the only thing made by lord who she actually thinks to have some life,some courtesy to offer something without any expectation of anything in return. I can see smile on her face,like a ray of light trying to pierce the dark clouds but failing again and again to  win  the fight of its existence. Every time a car honks her body shivers,constricts her soul,shears...

Goswami vs tharkeshwari

https://youtu.be/gHUWlBON8U0

Should crooked saints be called saints?

Ok!!  Am an Indian and hurray saints are next to gods right....Oh wait saints charged for murder,rapes,kidnapping,theft......bullshit!! Even then they are THE SAINTS It means we don't care what you did in past or what are you doing....You wore a Choga.....Man!!! YOU WILL BE RESPECTED Why don't media understands saint or baba are the NOUNS not the VERBS Don't say BABA is arrested.... Can't you Sat Mr. X who by profession is a BABA is arrested... Our dear next to God Baba's are travelling in Jaguar......Asking for people to leave this materialistic world..THE MOH MAYA Seriously man you raped a girl.....And ask for respecting girls from your followers...What is it? paying respects to her corpse after you fulfilled your desires with her body and telling her family she reached the ultimate truth....She reached the ultimate level of harassment by a BABA..... Wait dammit he is baba how can be he wrong? He didn't raped a girl he was just helping in deflowering ...

BUT THE MOTHERHOOD SURVIVED

This is about a mother who wakes up in nights because she had to abort her daughter to save her  own life... I woke up in the night, saw her in my sight She wore a dress, beautiful enough to take away stress I longed for her touch , she leaned and made hunch Her eyes were wet, her pain made me sweat Marks on her face, made my heart race Her face was bright, but she never saw the light Darkness of my womb turned to her tomb I begged for my life when she was killed with knife I slaughtered my child now turning me wild Motherhood secured but mother was killed I woke up in the night saw her in my sight Who was I? To vanish her living right

POVERTY IS NOT MY CRIME (SMALL POEM)

Being poor was not my crime I was struck by tide of time Like a kite I wished to fly Tempted to Cross the boundaries of sky Thriving mine dawn of life I Learned to fake a smile Being poor was not my crime I was stuck by tide of time

एहसास

This is  about how a man expresses himself when he is on death bed:- एक अदभुत सा वो एहसास था,जब सर पे माँ का हाथ था पल भर के लिए जिंदगी में आया मेरे ठहराव था चल लिया हूँ अब बहुत,थकावट का अब एहसास था पिता की छुअन में गर्माहट का एहसास था ...

EYES

Laying down on bed,with a mischievous smile..raveena shouted.”just five more minutes mom..Please" Her morning can be described as the struggle of a lover to look at his love from the window..With a pure desire of giving her the warmth of his love. Here the lover is sun...And Raveena his crush. This is the very first thought of her of the day which brings smile on her face. She enjoys the warmth of sun on her face but never turns her head towards it to appreciate its sparkle but welcomes him in the darkness with eyes closed. Mom: “wake up ravee we will get late” Raveena shouted yes mom… With eyes closed she kept enjoying the sounds around her…..This bed lover has developed a very great sense of viewing the world with her ears. When the milkman comes outside she will think of the milk pouring out of one utensil and into another..Like us living through one situation to  another. When the birds chirp​ outside...She think of the infinite poss...