बचपन में मां ने सिखाया था
"बेटा झूठ नहीं बोलना चाहिए,
झूठ बोलने से 'पाप' लगता है..."

और अब जिंदगी के
तजुर्बों ने सिखाया है कि
सच भी नहीं बोलना चाहिए...
क्योंकि सच बोलने से
'आग' लगती है।

©शीना अत्रि

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ढीठ हो गई हूं इस कदर मैं...
के अब कोई बुरा भी कहे...
तो बुरा नहीं लगता।

☺️☺️
©शीना अत्रि

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हर बार दिल को यह समझना जरूरी नहीं होता...
के सब ठीक हो जायेगा...
कभी कभी स्वीकार कर लेना चाहिए कि
जो है... सो है
और यहीं सच है
और अब इसी सच के साथ जीना है।

क्योंकि...
खराब परिस्थिति को बदलने का प्रयास तो
किया जा सकता है...
पर विश्वास नहीं कि
कोई चमत्कार हो जाएगा
और सब ठीक हो जाएगा!

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Friends become the ones
who stand by us
through every storm.
Every struggle.
Every tear.

They offer a hand.
A listening ear.
A comforting word.
When we need it most.

With them, we find solace.
A sense of belonging.
A feeling of being home.

©Sheena Attri

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Blood ties used to be unbreakable, but times have changed. Nowadays, it's our friends who become our true family, standing by us through thick and thin. They're the ones who offer a helping hand, a listening ear, and a comforting word when we need it most.

On the other hand, many of our relatives only seem to remember us when we've achieved success or have something to offer. They're quick to claim us as their own when we're thriving, but where are they when we're struggling?

It's a sad reality, but true friendship has become the new family bond. Our friends are the ones who choose to be with us, who accept us for who we are, and who support us unconditionally. So, let's cherish and nurture those friendships, because they're the ones that truly matter.

© Sheena Attri

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A gentle demeanor can soothe even the most mundane words, but without it, even a slight remark can pierce like a sharp needle.

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Love itself is not painful,
But the expectations and hopes we attach to it,
Can bring us endless suffering and woe,
And turn a beautiful feeling into a heavy load.

© Sheena Attri

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ना मौसम बदला
ना तुम आए...

आंखें और अभ्र
बरसाते ही रहे।

© शीना अत्रि

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Alone, I dwell, in silence deep
No words, no thoughts, to others I keep
Time, a teacher, stern and true
Has taught me this, to rely on few
The world outside, with all its din
Fades into distance, as I step within
My heart, a fortress, strong and high
Where emotions sleep, and tears dry
In solitude, I've learned to roam
Free from the need, to share my home
With others' eyes, that once would pry
Into my soul, and ask me why
Now, I am whole, in my own space
Where thoughts and dreams, find their own pace
And though the world, may still be near
I've learned to live, without a fear.
© Sheena Attri

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"None of Their Business"

Those who deserted me in my darkest hour
Have no right to know how I survived the pain
Whether I endured the turmoil or rose above the strife
They have no claim to my story, my triumph, or my life.

© Sheena Attri

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