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क्यूं मैं आयी इस दुनिया में
क्या है मकसद मेरा ?
कुछ भी तो पता नहीं मुझे
कौन हूँ मैं,कौन है मेरा?
नहाना धोना खाना पीना सोना
क्या यही है मेरी दिनचर्या?
पढना,लिखना,पैसा कमाना
और कुछ नहीं कर सकती क्या।
हर पल यहीं सोचती मैं रहती
कौन हूँ मैं,कौन है मेरा?
अब तुम्हीं बताओ
कौन हूँ मैं,कौन है मेरा?-
ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ଭାଙ୍ଗିବା ଆଗରୁ ରାତି ସରିଯାଏ
ଜୀବନ ଜାଲରେ ଜଣେ ଫସିଯାଏ
ଭଙ୍ଗା ସ୍ୱପ୍ନକୁ ଆଉ ସାଉଁଟେ ନା
ପୁଣି ଉଠେ ଆଉ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରେ
ଆଉ ଗୋଟିଏ ରାତିର
କିଛି ଦରସିଝା ଭାବନାକୁ
ଆଖି ପତା ତଳେ ଚାପି ଶୋଇଯାଏ
ଆଉ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ପୁଣି ଭାଙ୍ଗିଯାଏ ।
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Stay low, stay quiet
Hide it don't bring in light
Sit down, you are not pure
Can't help it, got no cure.
Go nowhere, be at home
Your in periods, you can't roam
Let no man know about it
Maybe it's something not so legit.
Do nothing, be in shame
Hold on! Do you still follow this primitive game?
And the misogyny stay away don't get close
She got chums and that's gross.
Excuse me, this is the stage where women bears the pain
And you degrading her, are you insane
If periods won't even start on
You people couldn't even see the dawn.
Backwardness and lack of education
Makes women suffer a lot in our nation
We need to clear these misunderstood thoughts
And open up the negative knots.
Stand up raise a pad
Periods are common and nothing bad
Let's be the one to stop this agitation
And let the world know what's menstruation!
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The wind was doing great,
I could feel it under my skirt.
The noodles tasted good
and the news
started annoying me again.
I was laughing at a friend's joke
when the woodpecker flew in.
It started hitting my head
reminding me
to remember you.
It follows me in metros,
it follows me in cafes,
it follows me in bathrooms
when I'm looking at my collar bone.
It checks into my dreams,
it pecks me
when I'm untangling my mane.
Take your bird,
oh lost lover,
I'll allow your memories
to make everything else
colourless again.
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व्यवसाय नहीं है
मैं अपनी लपटों में रहता हूँ
कभी-कभी बहुत देर किताब के शब्दों का अर्थ
और चीजों का सामना करने के लिए
मैं दौड़ता हूं। दूर...
जब तक मेरी हड्डियों में दर्द
और फेफड़े अलग नहीं हो
मैं कई विकल्प लेकर लौटता हूँ
जो काम नहीं करेंगे।...
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Just a random night going to the CCD
and spending considerable amount of
time sipping the coffee to lose yourself
into solitude. And then walk back
strolling into the streets. Taking long
routes to reach home because you do
not want to be home yet. This is such a
strange feeling though.
Lonely night walks are comforting,
especially when you want to cry for no
reason because its been a while talking
to yourself. You miss yourself. There is
nothing worse than missing oneself.
(Read in caption)-
"Success is not just about routines you make , It comes with
Road you take".
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