Betrayed
My heartfeels broken, remembering the words you have spoken.
Eckoing around and around and around again.
Don't want to remember, as sweet as sweet can be.
The words you said to me, forever and ever. The last thing you said, I can't get out of my head.
Don't care if I'm gone, you make me feel like I don't belong.
Feeling cold inside, my feelings I can not hide. I know everyday I will feel this way.
Just one more thing I want to say, the love I have for you is not a game.
You think you can have fun and play.
What you have stolen, will always feel betrayed.

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Aye Jaan Suno,

Jab Se Tumhein Dekha...
Jabse Tumhein Jaana Hai,
Aapki Pooja Ki....
Aapko Sab-Kuchh Mana Hai,
Pyar To Waise Hi...
Badi Mushkil Se Milta Hai,
Ye Wo Phool Hai..Jo...
Har Jageh Nahi Khilta Hai,
Humari To Kismat Acchhi Hai...
Jo Aapka Pyar Mila,
Barso'n Intezaar Ke Baad...
Aap Jaise Sansaar Mila...
Ab Kabhi Ye Na Sochna Ke...
Hum Ye Rishta Tod Deinge...
Aye Jaan..Ye To Tab Bhi Nahi Hoga...
Jab Hum Saansein Chhod Deinge...!!!

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रावण सा विद्वान ना हुआ, इसी मद में वह चूर हुआ,

जैसा कर्म किया रावण ने, कर्मफल उसको प्राप्त हुआ,

अधर्म की नीति पर चलके, स्वयं का वंश-विनाश हुआ,

असत्य पर सत्य की जीत सदैव, रावण वध को प्राप्त हुआ।

🚩 *विजयदशमी की हार्दिक शुभकामनायें* 🚩

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MAHISASURA #OhMother

They tell me it is hard to beget your touch,
Oh Mother, True my son, not all can withstand it!
She sighed,
The frail wither, the strong transmogrify
It is best to uphold me from a distance,
than bear the sear of my touch
What would I then need, to withstand
your touch?
Oh Mother?
You'd need a callous of self, She said,
which would withstand the singe of Shakti
And be mired deep enough in the
bed of life's flow, so that the uplifting pull
doesn't throw one out of orbit
It is only my Lord who can bear my touch!
She demurred I know how I could do that,
Oh Mother, I'd take on an outer callous,
by calumny and misdeeds,
which'd bury my innocence deep
And mire myself in the muck of infringement,
such that when your touch pulls,
it'll soften the leap But promise,
promise to touch me,
Oh Mother!
Promise to rest at least your toe on
my chest and cleave me to my inner innocence with your lancet
I'll be the worst demon I can be,
for that touch!
'Tis only a role, but there's heavens to be made in the blessing
oh mother!
Grant me that boon of role play?

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The Mother has given us more than a month's time to contemplate on how best to worship her this year.All the time just for following the hackneyed path of what has always been done?
Worship her in contemplation this year than in public revelry?The revelry has worshipped our hackneyed hedonism over her harmonious benediction, and mayhaps she wants us all to introspect on that?She is equally the Shakti which is present within the 'Shri' of our home as she is in any Protima. Her worship is in connecting with her sagacity and seeking her aegis.Not with using her as an excuse to jettison common sense? This year her aegis resides more strongly in our home than in public throng.She's not kept by our worship, but we are kept by her grace.Yet her grace isn't to be taken for granted but demands us being rooted to our transitional reality and, being true to it, seek her inspiration.
Happy Pujas to you.This year I hope we find a newer way to effect the Puja.May we all feel the Devi's presence closer to us than by assaying out in her name to serve our hedonism.Save yourself.You'll save others too. Her presence is eternal, but we might yet hasten our ephemerality or bring more challenge upon it?

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Dosto...
Kaafi Samay Pehle Ek Aavishkaar Huya Tha,
Dunia Ne Isko "TIME-PAAS" Ka Naam Diya Tha,
Is Mein Ishq-Wafa-Pyar Kuchh Hota Nahi,
Kyoki Ye Time Paas Hai Aur Kuchh Nahi,
Apne Dosto'n Se Hum Kehna Chaaheinge,
Time Pass Ki Aur Dhayan Dilaana Chaaheinge,
Apne-Apne Rishto'n Par Jara Gaur Karna,
Kahi'n Aapke Rishte Time-Paas To Nahi,
Agar Aapke Rishte Time Paas Hai To
Un Rishto'n Ko Dil Se Lagaana Nahi,
Sumit To Aap Logo'n Ko Agaah Hi Kar Sakta Hai,
Iske Ilaawa Aur Kuchh Kar Sakta Nahi...!!!

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Chhuyi-Muyi Ki Tarah Hoti Hai Betia'n,
Mummy-Papa Ki Dulaari Hoti Hai Betia'n,
Jaan Se Bhi Pyari Hoti Hai Ye Betia'n,,
Har Dard Mein..Humdard Hoti Hai Betia'n,
Heera Hai Gar Beta To..Sacha Moti Hai Betia'n,
Raushan Karega Beta To Bas Ek Hi Kul Ko,
Do-Do Kul Ki Laaj Sambhaalti Hai Betia'n,
Kaanto'n Ki Raah Par Bhi Chalti Hai Betia'n,
Par..Auro'n Ki Raah Mein..Phool Banti Hai Betia'n,
Kehne Ko To Ye Paraayi Amanat Hai Betia'n,
Par...Beto'n Se Bhi Jiyada Sambhaal Karti Hai Betia'n...!!!
Dedicated to all daughters..!!!

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O Jaan...
Hum Baar-Baar Sochte Hai..
Agar Tum Mil Na Paaye,
Tumhari Yaadon Ko Dil Se,
Kaise Bhulaayeinge, Jo Pyar Ke Mousam...
Tumhare Sang Bitaaye,
Zindagi Ke Sapne...
Tumhare Sang Sajaaye, Sochte Hai Bin Aapke...
Un Sapno Ko O Jaan...
Hum Kaise Sajaayeinge, Tumhari Yaadein Jo Aayeingi...
Mujhe Pal-Pal Sataayeingi,
Jo Baatein Hum Karte Hein...
Din-Raat Rulaayeingi, Saath Beete
In Lamhon Ko,
O Jaan Meri...Akele Hum...
Kaise Bitaayeinge, Naya Jab Sher
Likheinge...
Nayi Jab Nazm Likhege....
Us Mein Tum Shamil Honge...
Us Waqt Jab Tumhein...Samne Na
Paayeinge..
To...O Sanam...
Hum Kise Sunaayeinge..Meri Jaana..
Tum Jaan Lo...
Tumhari Is Muskrahat Ko..Tumhari Is Mohabat Ko,
Tumse Mili In Yaadon Ko...
Hum Bhool Na Paayeinge...
O Jaan...Ye Sab......
Hum Bhool Na Paayeinge,,,!!!

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"O Jaan - Meri"
Mujhe Jiwan Ki Raaho Mein..
Tera Hath Chahiye,
Tanha Hai Meri Zindagi...
Tera Saath Chahiye,

Mujh Ko Apne Muqadar Par...
Yaqeen To Hai Bahut,
Par Teri Soch Mein Mujhe...
Meri Har Baat Chahiye,

Main Khud Apni Shayari Ko...
Kya Achha Kahu,
Mujhe Meri Har Shayari Mein...
Teri Tareef Ki Saugaat Chahiye,

Tum Mujhko Paane Ki...
Khwahish Rakhte Ho Shayad,
Lekin Mujhe Bhi Jiwan Bhar Ka...
O Jaan..Tera Sath Chahiye...!!!

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IN DEPENDENCE

Today, I'd like to declare,
He said, my Independence
from you.I have decided to part ways
and withdraw my threads
Like your story would be more complete,
She asked,without being enmeshed with my tale?Would you prefer
to render threadbare the blanket of living?
The strings of my living, He mused,
are weaving strange patterns
I had imagined other tales, my colours bleed,
my threads hold dreams of their own,
I seek a new weave's earnings
I must admit I too have held strange dreams,
She admitted, Not all of them contained in this weave But more than the pattern,
as fabric, I have felt the thrill of the unfurl
I have stood up against the wind
Which string gets to see the pattern it makes?
She continued, We can only be a fabric, interlaced...As strings we are just contained spindles awaiting some fate
My interdependence is the only thing that creates my tale Would you prefer being kept wound up in a ball instead? She asked...
And he was left silent, contemplating his fate
To be a loose string?
Or a fabric, resilient and with greater spread?

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