There is no wisdom in creating sadness and hurt where there is the one place you can find unconditional love.

Love- doesn’t fill your stomach, but fills your life with a purpose to look forward for and is the fuel to fire up the spirit to cross mountains and finding your safe haven.

It could be a lover, it could be a parent, it could be a best friend or a cousin. Love is the only thing that will not ask to give.

Hold it. Cherish it. Value it. Respect it. Once lost, another may never be the same.

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Stand by the Oceans,
Hear the sounds of the waves and the gulls,
But it’s only in the eye of another,
and the touch of their warmth
you’ll feel your soul bathe afresh.

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He: Hum sab,
kuch jeena chahte hai,
Par jeena jaante nahi,
Chahat uski hai ko jeene ka maqsad de,
Par maqsad ko jeena nahi hai.

She: Bohot behatareen, Khudka hai yaa udhar liya?

He: Woh toh Parakhna johaari ka kaam hai,
Warna hira bhi pathar lagta hai aam insaan ko

She: Is udarta ki wajah?

He: Udarta nahi.
Mehfil tab hi banti hai,
Jab hoton se nikle Alfaz,
Kadar ke jaam mein milaake shayariyaan banate hai,
Shayar bhi shayar na ban payega,
Jo agar mehfil mein sunne waale kadradaan na ho.

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Andhere se na Daro...
Yeh raat ka waqt sacha hota hai,
khamoshi aur andhere mein azaadi ka jashn banaye,
Bekhauff bahar nikalti hai dil ki baat
Sab sahi lagne lagta hai,
Sab mumkin aur saaf dikhne lagta hai.

Darr toh kambakht din ke ujaale se lagta hai,
Is khauff mein ki kahi dikh na aaye,
Tez roshni ki tapti aag mein jal na jaaye,
Yeh khwaab nazaron ka shikar hokar,
Bikhar na jaaye umeedein numaaish bankar.

Raat daryadil hai, sachai ko panha deti,
Zulm toh din ka hai, roshni dene ki aad mein,
Kambakht kayi umeedon ko jala sakta hai.

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She kept twisting and turning,
In pain overwhelming.
It was about time she knew,
Only wishing swiftly it flew.

It wouldn't go by fast,
Nor the pain that forever seemed to last.
The moment came for her to be taken in,
She kept yelling and cursing,
At medics to subside her agony by sedating,

All of a sudden her world blacked out,
Hours later she gained her sense,
From a deep slumber she came out,
Pain had seized being as intense.

As realisations hit, She threw a fit,
The panicked gripped her most,
Her husband stood with a smile by her side,
Handed a bundle of joy to his wife,

With happiness & tears she set her hold,
On the angel she brought in world,
Was now hers to nurture,
she had become a mother.

Mother's love filled her the most,
Afterall, to this little one she was the host.

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This movie of life, mix of drama, inspiration & comedy,
Seeming loss & tragedy, turns into dramedy & bouts of hilarity,
Success & peaks meet with sudden downfalls & incineration,
Not much left but tattered old rags,
Stem out of a rustic bag, personality of which they brag,
Creation of ego, a whimsical illusory tag.
Senes turn grim and the dusk sets in,
Unchains & unleashes the demons within,
Uncertainty, chaos & a pain gripping,
Numbing, there’s no respite,
Darkness brings with it copious amounts of fright,
Old rag is ready to part, giving way to new upon its death,
From deathly silence, emerges hum of a battle cry & resurgence,
Trumpets blow, drums beat on a warriors resurrection,
One after another the demons are vanquished,
Dawn enters the war, piercing the night in its epitome,
Pain turns into spells of mass destruction,
Resounding victory song rewrites history.
A calm silence spreads peace & quiet,
Happy chirps, moist air, cool breeze,
Drama & chaos in her head fade,
She realises the irony,
Kneels down, cries in laughter at the hilarity,
This World crashing drama & tragedy
Now feel like self created dramatic comedy,
her self produced, directed & enacted dramedy.

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Life’s musical symphony,
different note for every key,
Some high, some low,
Some reach the ears, some touch the soul,
One melodious, another an unkempt rhapsody,
Altogether, woven into a bitter sweet melody,
Cheers and enthusiasm bring in a gush,
Enter the ears & mix in the blood to give a rush,
Lows sound grim with grief and malady,
Like the Violins deep morose gravity,
A ripple on a chord, a clinking of metal on a string,
With friction, a domino effect begins,
Through mediums it bounces, through space it traverses,
Every note on a different pitch reverberates,
Transforms highs to lows and lows to highs,
As from one note to another it gets modified,
Every person a key or a string,
Transforming each note with one resonating within,
Adding their own tunes to the cacophony,
Tuned by a mystical grandmaster sequentially,
A resounding chaos called life’s symphony,
A part to our own custom and character,
Aren’t we all but playing our parts,
In life’s grand orchestra?

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To the Angels on Earth

Birthday a day to celebrate life,
A day to revel with loved ones and party all night,
Music, laughter, the dance floor and dancing lights,
The same day in the life of corona warriors those in the frontline,
The doctors, medics, nurses- the unsung heroes fighting to save lives,
While. millions stay home in a safezone, these angels play a gamble with their own lives,
In honour of duty, serving & saving life of strangers their only respite,
In the confines of their staff room, while working tirelessyly through sleepless nights,
They still warm up to light and blow candles,
Cram in together and celebrate,
The day in the life of the angels who fight
So others live and get to keep their own lives.
Happy Happy Birthday our Angels 🎂

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Amidst the lockdown and disease all is not but a malady, there are a lot more positives than the negatives-
I find it amusing how humanity’s been brought to a slowdown.
The invincibility cloak, the arrogance and ignorance all a mirage, suddenly humans fall like flea in a garden.
All the mad rush, everybody wanted to rush to reach somewhere own stuff, buy stuff, excessive production, excessive consumption, excessive pollution and excessive exploitation of Mother Nature everything’s come to a significant halt.
What difference has it made?
Except that We’re all living right, no stress no tension, no greed no indulgence. Spending quality time with family homes have become our fortress, look how silent the city is, less pollution, no dust, clean streets, birds chirping- Mother nature is healing and it’s virus is contained indoors.

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