"wow!what a pretty dress you wearing"
that made bitches around worth staring!
Sunflower and rose that it's bearing,
"Oh !that's your favourite flowers"-says her
Carrying the same prints on earrings.

"Take it" I am here to make you complete
And our bond that is no less than concrete .

Overseas apart that we are somehow!
Sharing and growing ceases now.
Yet winding memories like swarm of bees ,
With tears that our eyes squeezes .
Our everyday gossips afterall and ,
the drunken laughs without alcohol.

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"Doctor,Engineer" I have to be one,
For the responsibilities to undergone,
I am the only one,
And to support my parents there are
none.
"Doctor,Engineer-Why do you want to become?"
You have no financial responsibility to
overcome,
You are the first born,
Yet to get marry is your ultimate norm.
I was the first born daughter,
Treated like a Cinderella with a crown,
Bought a Prince who bent down on his knees,
My heels without slipping off,
Made its way to the Prince house.
"Mom,dad-Please come here "
I hardly have time to look after there"
My son is now an Engineer,
Working in IT,in an overseas sphere,
A glass of beer is a false appear,
Still a different atmosphere
from his parents,
who hardly know-"DEER and DEAR".
I am a melancholic woman now,
I took responsibilities of my home somehow,
I grief everynight from an unknowing pain,
"You have miles to go son" say again and again,
From caffeine to champagne I am insane,
"Money can't buy happiness" reveals my unstain with son's tear graven.

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ESSENCE

I was less than three,
Don't know more than where to pee.
Holding hands,moving around,
Amusing,befriending,dancing on
marry-go-round.

"Tip-toe,Tip-toe" to nursery door,
learning "one -two buckle my shoe"
And nothing more.

"chocolate,Icecream"- do you want anything more?
"No ,uncle take me to home."
Alas! he drew nearer,
with an evil smile that was unclear,
sensing a difference in his ESSENCE,
The empty room with no florescence,
still speaks about his effervescence,
On my under-aged adolescence.

From "tip-toeing" to clinched thighs.
From "one-two" to zipped my flew.
From munching "num,num" to punching me to "numb".

The journey of a below three,
Ended like a pine tree,
deserted,with thorns sinking
in a deep black sea.

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They say she is frail,
who address "men" to assist.
They say alone she is a hollow,
Who walks behind men to follow.
They say she is born to deliver birth,
which calls for no education to work.

Who bothers to listen to she?
She is equally optimistic,
Who can aspire to fly as high.
she is as magnificient as universe,
footsteps of her are even on moon.
She is as respectful as a mother,
existence of yours is her favour.
She is as tough as steel,
who bleeds every month and remain still.
She is as eligant as swan,
which symbolizes love,glory and pride.
She can be fragile at times but
can alone heal.
She is as rigid as pillar,
on which "they " lean.

She is the silent storm,
She is the non cloudy rain,
She is the snow,she is the fire,
She is a phenomenal,
She is a Women.
HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY.

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The days when my face had a look of contentment,
short skirt,shirt,tie,two side braieded hair and a batch were my identity,
The tone of my voice had no clarity,
When I was not surrounded by enmity,
When reaching after bell had a serious penalty,
When learning was a curiosity,
With everything upon destiny.

The memories of my kindergarten are back,
My daughter carry the same bag pack,
She takes a little water bottle and plenty of snacks,
She follows me with small footsteps on the track,
Sometimes behind my back,
Welcome back the days which my memories lacked.

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Aren't you here to burn?!
The summer scorching sun
When r u going out to run?
Our day starts with your ray,
which makes us feel
as if we are your prey.
Despite all,You are a star
which reminds us to follow you.
You are punctual in Your work
which gives us courage
to learn and glow
under the warmth of you.

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कातिलाना आंखे हैँ उनकी
करती बातें नज़रे हैँ उनकी
होंठो पे हसीं ना खिली हैँ उनकी
बातें करें भी तो कैसे उनसे
नज़रें मिलाने में आती है घबराहट सी
देखकर चेहरा उनका ख्वाब बुनता हैँ
मासूम दिल अपना...


वो आये पास तो दिल और ज़ोरो से धड़कने लगे
एकदिन ना मिल पाने का अहसास सालो सा लगे
कसम हैँ खुदकी
उनसे इश्क़ है बेहद हमे
कसम है उनकी
कभी इज़हार भी करेंगे नजरें मिलाते हुए उनसे.

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Main likhta raha or wo padhti rahi
Main likhta raha or wo padhti rahi
Use samajh mein aye bhi mere Alfaz
Ya sirf diary ke panne palatti rahi.....

Ekbar mere taraf or ekbar panne ko dekhti rahi...
Nazre milegi is baat ki ahsas se darti rahi...
Panne palatte palatte kab mere naseeb ke panno mein samagayi....

Alfaz zubaan pe rehkar bhi Labo se dur chali gayi...
Or wo dil ke panno mein ankahi mohabat ki dastaan likh gayi....

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Pyar akhir tujhe kyu hain itna naaz....
kyu tu rehta hain dil mein banke ek raaz....
Zindagi bohut choti hain...
Dard bankar ankhon mein ek nami hain...
Akhir kabtak zindagi aisehi andheri hain?
Sayad Pyar Har kisi ki kismat mein aaye Roshni bankar...
Aisa zaroori nahi hain....

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The glossy sparkle that lights the
dizzy,matured 4 storey,40 feet high structure,
It's the tradition to display our culture.

The "Dhanteras" carry Goddess Lakshmi's blessings,
withdraws the poor's stressing .

The small oil lamps shaped from clay,
Enrich with pleasure makes a miracle
on the avenue they lay.

"Hurray"-The adolescent makes a commotion
accompany with firecrackers explosion.

The diwali or a 'row of lights'
representing India's rich cultural diversity,
With blissfulness towards eternity.
Happy diwali!

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