लड़कियां हम जैसी कुछ खास नहीं होती,
लांघती चौराहे, नापती सड़कें
पिता की आखिरी आस नहीं होती।
आता नहीं हमें वेदनाओं पर कुछ ठंडा रखना,
किसी भी सवाल का हम जवाब नहीं होती
लड़कियां हम जैसी, गांव की सांझ नहीं होती,
ये भूत नहीं होती, वर्तमान नहीं होती
किसी खामोश किताब की आवाज नहीं होती
लड़कियां हम जैसी सुखद अंत नहीं होती,
ये बारिश नहीं होती, बसंत नहीं होती।
दराज हो सकती हैं, मगर घर नहीं होती।
लड़कियां हम जैसी मिल जाती हैं,
तुम्हारे पास हो सकती हैं, मगर संग नही होती।

मिलो इनसे कभी तो मुस्कुराना, और ये समझ जाना,
की लड़कियां इन जैसी कुछ खास नहीं होती,
लांघती चौराहे, नापती सड़कें, पिता की आखिरी आस नहीं होती।

-अर्चना

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It is funny how ( part -1 )

It's funny how sometimes you invest so much of yourself emotionally, mentally and physically into someone that you feel yourself to be reduced to pointless arguments and drama.

You forget the bond that once existed. It is dead. What's left is hours and hours of monologue where you are just a number to be called, spoken and hanged up. No opinions asked. You lose focus. You lose love and everything about it. Only point you know is of things you care the least about. — % &It causes so much despair within yourself, it becomes impossible to express the pain which often comes out through improper means. You become bitter. You eventually stop respecting and loving and finally responding to the person. You become a dummy.

The sorrow, if seen from a distance comes from not being able to love yourself. Continuously turned down by same amount of expectations on someone else while knowing they will never be able to stand upto it.— % &By love, I meant not self love, but the time you needed to develop, protect and channelize your energy which otherwise got drained on something unworthy like wanting someone to develop a trait that they lack because you think it will make them better.

Usually love starts when you dump all expectations but it's almost a paradox where you are loving and craving for growth for that person at the same time.

— % &What's neglected usually is someone's efforts that goes on to observe, think and understand the basic strands of complexity that the other person comes with and then simply putting it infront of them in a manner so discrete that it requires only few 'to and fros' and a 'call to action' by them.

Then how it is not love and how expectations are a burden when it's just screaming out of someone's dedication to bring best in you.
It's funny!!— % &Today the concept of love is reduced to lifestyles and acts of enjoyments that lacks thoughtful spaces, spirituality and potential to analyze and push each other towards greatness.

No one wants to spend hours and hours to just think how thier presence can make someone life better and what, how and when they can add to it.

Everyone is loving the dish. No one wants to invest in the recipe and it is funny as I see it from my side.
— % &

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आदमी हैवान हो जाए तो क्या करें
इश्क जंजीर हो जाए तो क्या करें।।

क़िस्से मशहूर हो गए तुम्हारे शहर में लेकिन
किरदार वो मेरा निभाए और मुकर जाए तो क्या करें।।

जनाजे़ पर आए लोग यूं मायूस बैठे थे,
जो आखिरी ख्वाहिश ना हो मालूम तो क्या करें।।

आंगन की ओर वो आए तो घर महक उठे
वहशत खुशबू से हो जाए तो इत्र का क्या करें।।

हर वक्त क्या देखती हो तस्वीर को उसकी,
वो जो आईना हो गया तो शीशे का क्या करें।।

हक तुम्हारा है तो पार कर दो हदें सारी,
बगावत ज़ात नहीं अगर तो इंकलाबी का क्या करें।।

सड़क पर दंगे कर रहे, खुदा के बन्दे हैं सभी
इंसानियत दफ़न हो गई, जिंदा इंसान क्या करें।।

खुद के टुकड़ों से जोड़ा तुझे पूरा करने के लिए,
वजूद मिट गया मेरा, अब इस हुनर का क्या करें।।

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Life's been great.
One shot at a time. Slow and classy.











settling for Little more.
Little more love
Little more light
Little more seclusion
Little more drive.

To a twerking 23rd.
To a year of madness.

(Read in caption)

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Sky seemed pale today,
As if starts denied to shine because clouds choose to stay.
as if the universe will whispered in my ears
Through a book that will just be completed.
Ask yourself - What's left of you?
What is that you do to be what you want to.
What's left when love leaves?
And what is that you don't remember of being you.

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इतना लिखते हो!
ईधर उधर हर तरफ, क्यूं चीखते फिरते हो?
कोई शक तो नहीं, या कोई गिला
क्यूंकि तुम मुंह के बल ही गिरे लगते हो।
कैफियत क्या कहूं, क्या पूछूं हाल,
तुम मकतब से निकले, एक सिर फिरे लगते हो।
क्यूं इतना लिखते हो?
कोई ग़म है जो बयां करते हो,
वो थी या हुई ही नहीं तुम्हारी,
जाने दो यार क्यूं खामखां मरते हो।
कुछ तशरीह तो होगी खयालों की तुम्हारी,
या तुम औरों की तरह बेसबब लिखते हो।
क्या सोचते हो क्या करते हो?
पन्ने सियाह करने के अलावा
कोई और हुनर भी रखते हो,
सोचती हूं पास बैठूं, कोई खत पढूं तुम्हारा
देखूं जरा यूं रातों को क्यों जागते रहते हो।
क्यूं इतना लिखते हो?

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But i see u,
i feel you in motion,
in stillness in crowd, and rain and winds.
I remember your touch, your eyes shining.
All I am left with is remembering that I hate loving you even more.
Day by day.
Everywhere, everyday.

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