Bhawna Kothari  
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Joined 17 July 2017


Joined 17 July 2017
18 DEC 2020 AT 0:22

I will
Try to reduce this
Infinity
Into few, little words.
Hoping,
With all my might,
You get a sense
Of the
Immeasurable.


© bhawna kothari

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2 DEC 2020 AT 13:45

Poetry
Is time & history
And our prophecy for the times to come.
It bleeds in our revolution
And flies with our flags.
It lays silent on our constitution
But shouts out loud in an anthem.
It is both our legacy & inheritance.

It is in our palms & eyes.
In our fists & tongues.
Poetry is a hurricane in bottle.
Bold & loud & ugly.

But of all this it maybe
Poetry is never silent.
For poetry that doesn't worm its way into our beings,
That doesn't compel us to slow down and think,
That isn't brave enough to speak,
Is no poetry at all.

© Bhawna Kothari

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10 MAY 2020 AT 20:44

I have a Secret to tell you.
You know what, Mothers are Humans too.

Mothers used to be your size, just like you.
They didn't even knew how to tie their shoes.
They grew up, but they still sometimes fall.
They can fall short and still stand tall.

Some words can often be heard :
Mother Ship, Mother Earth.
Is there a word called, Mother Can't?
Now I bet you've already got my word. Sometimes mothers can and sometimes they just can't.
Because Mothers are Humans, too.

Their feelings can get hurt, they can cry for help or for no reason
Or they can skin their knees.
All you can consider is to remember and greet them always with "Please".

Mothers shine when they are told 'I Love You'.
And we all know how a smile surely improves the view.
Because Mothers are Humans, too.

So, next time you see your mother in a crowd
Go up to her ear and whisper her clear.
Tell her then that you are really proud to know her better, year after year.

Because Mothers are Humans, too.

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15 OCT 2019 AT 15:20

Constellations of dying stars
Emotions fuel my writing.
Like gasoline fuels cars
Like the energy fueled
The success of those good songs
That I Listened to while my mind was driving.

Does anyone know who I am?
Please tell me.
Then I wouldn't be lost finding myself.

Am I just a poet or a writer?
A person who, without consent, loses friends
Thinking it'll be better for them,
That they don't get to know more about me.

It's a good thing that the sun doesn't let us
Escape his grip and keeps us around
So he can show the moon how much he cares.

That's why I adore the space so much
The stars,
The fact that the light I see & adore
Is probably a star that's about to die
Wishing me goodbye.

So farewell to the constellation of dying little stars.
I'll keep observing you for a while,
Hope you still have more stories to tell.

Because I'll keep listening them from a distant
Until my light fades away too.

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28 SEP 2019 AT 20:24

Last night it rained after
What feels like a century.
The city took out her purple rain boots
And went outside to jump in puddles.
And I kept watching from my window
Umbrella forgotten like the art of making
Paper boats.
How pathetic is that.
I folded my childhood into an origami swan and asked it to fly away
To the place where dreams go.
When the city inside me sleeps,
A lullaby rattles like thousand tiny ghungroos.
Gulmohars coming loose from undone braids.
White mogras sleeping peacefully on tiny foreheads.
This is how we danced.
I can still smell the incense burning
Taals are all over the field.
But the rhythm is nowhere to be found.
Perhaps it hid behind the spine of my textbook and escaped last night holding hands with my childhood.
Whispering no matter how much you try
You can't dance your way out from here.
They're young enough to believe
That the gates open outward.
And I don't have the heart to tell them the truth.

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24 AUG 2019 AT 15:38

Words mean ; the actions behind them,
Appear so thoughtful, from where does the mind stem?
So many problems, are we yet to remind them?

Cultured ego, see-through rose glasses
No reading signs, No belonging
Different classes.

To fit in, is not always to belong.
Tragedy fit-ting, is it wrong?
Though paths seem seamless
Crossed wires seem deem-less.

Uncertainty captures the best of us
Stagnating on doubts
What's happening to the rest of us?

Can't look, you already see?
But you can't see so vividly.
You can't change it
The stone is set so rigidly.

Obituary read two months ago
A man lost his soul.
Buried underground, with the life you took
Darkness showers over light
Chapter one of the second book.

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11 AUG 2019 AT 0:43

They hushed my voice with
A cacophony of bullets
And sewed my lips with barbed wire.

They cloaked the moon with
The blanket of fear.
And robbed me off my shadow.

Though the sun shone
Outside my locked window
The room felt darker than a dungeon
That hadn't seen a ray since ages.

I heard the Dal lake lamenting as the
Eerie silence echoed over
Azaan in it's backwaters.

When the night befell
The air of my valley was filled with the shrieks
Of the butchered flowers.

And as the dawn neared
I said a silent prayer.

If they replace the cold, blue waters of my river
With the warm, red blood of my being
Will I still be your paradise?
Will I still be your Kashmir?

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12 JUL 2019 AT 0:24

बेबाक मन
और अंधेरा शमां था,
कोई आईने को खबर तो भेजो
कि
ख्वाहिशों ने मुझे
बेपर्दा किया है ।

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9 JUL 2019 AT 1:30

सिलवटें जो यादों की, उन्हें सुलझाए तू
कभी यूँ भी तो आए तू ।

महफिलों के हुज़ूम में, नाम तेरा पुकार लूँ
सन्नाटों के पल में, साथ मेरे मुस्कुराए तू
कभी यूँ भी तो आए तू ।

आज की कोई बात न कर, हो सके तो प्यार न कर
एक दौर पहले चलें, बदले हाथ की लकीर तू
कभी यूँ भी तो आए तू ।

शोर है, मयखाने भी हैं, महलों के ताने बाने भी हैं
कभी साथ मेरे बैठ के, खामोशी भी लाए तू
कभी यूँ भी तो आए तू ।

रंग बदलते इस मौसम में, छिप गई है जान जो
कभी मुझसे मिलने आए तो, मुझसे भी मिलवाए तू
कभी यूँ भी तो आए तू ।

वक़्त को भी इल्म न हो, ऐसा वो मुकाम हो
हाथ मेरा थाम के, फिर दुआ में जाए तू।
कभी यूँ भी तो आए तू ।

हार जीत सब यहाँ, छल कपट बेपनाह
खेल के इस मैदान में, रहबर बन जाए तू
कभी यूँ भी तो आए तू ।

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2 JUL 2019 AT 10:47

एक तारा टूटा था आसमां से
बर्फ का तारा
धँस पड़ा धरती की छाती में ।
धीरे धीरे पिघल रहा था
धरती की आंच लेकर ।
धरती में ही मिलने को
पता था उसे , पिघलकर पानी बन जाएगा ।
फिर भी पिघलना था उसको
उसका बस भी तो नही था कोई
होता भी तब भी पानी बनना था उसे
इसी ख्वाहिश में कि शायद
फिर आसमां से मिल जाए ।

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