औपचारिकता..

दिन शुभ हो जाता है
जब ‘सुप्रभात’ सुने जाते हैं।
गजब व्यवहार बनाये जाते हैं
अब ‘सुप्रभात’ पढ़े जाते हैं।

मेल मिलाप कहाँ होता हैं
औपचारिकता निभाये जाते हैं।
ये तो ऑनलाइन का जमाना है
व्यवहार शेड्यूल किये जाते हैं।

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“सरसों के खेत” By Vinay Kumar Pandey

हाथों में टिकट लिये,
शहर के तंग सड़कों पर खड़ा हूँ,
धुओं के बादलों में सिर्फ
ट्रैफिक सिग्नल की रोशनी दिखाई देते हैं..

‘सरसों’ तो सिर्फ लिखे हुए मिलते हैं
विज्ञापनों में छपे,
दीवारों पर टंगे हुए मिलते हैं,
पीले फूलों से भरे, खेत कहाँ दिखाई देते हैं..

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जो घट घट रंग बदलते हैं.. By Vinay Kumar Pandey

चापलूसी जिनकी प्रवृत्ति है,
जो औरों के गलत प्रचार करते हैं,
‘काबिल’ का मतलब उन्हें पता नहीं,
उनके प्रतिभा का निर्धारण करते हैं
ऐसे सज्जनों से फिर क्या ताल्लुक
जो पल पल व्यवहार बदलते हैं
जो घट घट रंग बदलते हैं…

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मध्यम परिवार के लड़के

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आशाओं से लदा हुआ,
पोटली लिए उम्मीदों की,
संघर्षों की अल्पता के लिए,
उन्हें अक्सर निकलना पड़ता है,
बेहतर जीवन की आशा में
उन्हें देर रातों को जागना पड़ता है

झेलते हुए उपहासों को,
जटिल परेशानियों की बहावों से
खुद को बचाते, सम्भालते,
अपने जेबों को टटोलते,
एक सहारे की तलाश में उन्हें
छोड़ना पड़ता है अपना घर

अपने ख़्वाहिशों से परे,
अपनों के सपनों के लिए,
मध्यम परिवार के हर लड़कों को
छोड़ना पड़ता है अपना घर
सयानेपन की पगड़ी पहने उन्हें,
काटना पड़ता है ऐसा सफर

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वो लड़की विदा होने वाली

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Read next Hindi Poem from our regular visitor Vinay Kumar Pandey. He is my junior at my college.

पुरूष प्रधान यह समाज है
ज्ञान ,शिक्षा का मतलब गजब

स्त्री को पढ़ने का अधिकार नहीं
दुनिया की है, यह रीति अजब

दूसरे पर आश्रित रहने वाली
वो लड़की विदा होने वाली

दुख के आंसू ना रोती वह
अपने पिता को गले लगती जब

संभल जाती वह लड़खड़ाने से
खुद के पैरों पर खड़ी होती जब

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वो इश्क़ है ….

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तुमको जो बता दें, वो इश्क़ नहीं
जो समझ जाओ हाल मेरा,
वो इश्क़ है…

साथ रहने वाले पास रहे ऐसा ज़रूरी नहीं,
साथ न रहकर जो पास रहे,
वो इश्क़ है…

हर पल याद करें जो, सुंदर एहसास यह भी
पर हर वक्त जो महसूस हो ,
वो इश्क़ है..

इस जहां में अधूरी पड़ी है, प्रेम कहानी कितनी
फिर भी इसकी तलाश में निकल जाना,
वो इश्क़ है..

सच्चा ‘प्रेम’ हर किसी को मिल जाए सम्भव नहीं,
हमसफर जैसा मिले उसे सच्चा बना लेना,
वो इश्क़ है…

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कितना मुश्किल है कुछ कहना …

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कितना मुश्किल है कुछ कहना
कुछ बातें किसी को बता देना
और उनका समझ जाना
सम्भवतः ऐसा कभी होता नहीं

चुप रहते तो भी सही था
पर अक्सर वे अर्थ बदल लेते हैं
इसीलिए सामंजस्य नहीं बन पाता
फिर भी लोग दूसरों से कह लेते हैं…

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RISING by Nida Fazal

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I might rise slightly deferral,
Like the sun in cold .
My dawn is seldom on time,
Like turn not every bud into a flower.
I hold back grudges and scars,
Like a fly hesist entering a web.
Yet my beginnings aren’t scrubbed,
Perhaps are delayed, indeed not denied.
I go numb when encounter with fears,
Like a soul trapped in a lion cave.
My firm goals, I perform out of mind,
Like drunk straight with alcohol.
I am tirelessly struggling and striving,
Like a farmer raising field crops.

Yet my beginnings aren’t scrubbed,
Perhaps are delayed, indeed not denied.
I am a wanderer of hidden places,
Like the ones in search of their reach.
My theme of poetry is survival,
Like the travellers of peak range.
I show none serene looks, inside lies fire,
Like a thirsty dog trying defeating death.
Yet my beginnings aren’t scrubbed,
Perhaps are delayed, indeed not denied.

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When your Soul is in Solitude; and you lost your Love without Lust

When your Soul is in Solitude; and you lost your Love without Lust

When your Soul is in Solitude; and you lost your Love without Lust by Aniket Kumar Das a.k.a Starrus Xanthis

Back in my childhood days;
Rhythmic sways, I lost my ways;
I remember those phase;
Though I was free yet it felt like a cage;
I want my rage to burst out, take a selfie with a rust pout;
Want to shout, want to be an opportunist;
Life seems like a zombie apocalypse;
Maybe stay in dim, looking grim, but I was capable to win, my birth is not a sin;
That’s why, Earth take in and I get in;
You’re no one to decide, to choose my ride;
I can guide myself for miles, speed dials me;
I remember back, got beaten in a sack;
Got a blind spot in my eye;
I need an ice pack, still I can’t fill this lack;
High stakes, eyes wide awake, wise takes;
I need support for God sakes;

I took a tough course, was in turf wars, wasn’t dead source, I was a race horse;
Solitude roads, I’ve to roar;
These are not SARS, I got some lone-wolf scars;
I wrote the last note before dying;
This is my Soul, you’re reading, I’m underlying;
That suppression, oppression, depression;
Compel me to shut down the operation;
“No, no, that’s not an operation that’s my…”
Yes, I felt shy, now I don’t want to deny;
Body dies, but Love can never die;
Even God said, “Oh my my”;
Ain’t ever got any chance, to romance, to dance or even enhance;
Immense thoughts floored in my mind, flowed to my heart, showed up in my eyes;
But it never came out, of my mouth;

Maybe I was not so prosperous;
My heart was canny and courageous;
I got a scratch on that, I need a stitch;
Not the needle, I had to be rich;
In brief, it was a grief, living dead on the street;
Treated like a prick, situation was bleak;
Attacks got a streak, attached to my reach;
I use to be a coward crying ‘mayday’;
Strive towards dying ‘heyday’;
With my fate, got to laid with, I can’t switch, played with out of which, I died weeping like a witch, keeping high my pitch, cursing as if I was ditched;
That’s so me, can’t you see, so mean, I can see, still racing away like a freak;
Got no fear son, ain’t had a dear one, like an ugly cycle and gear none, Father don’t send me rear, I don’t want to live here, Nun;

This ‘bliss’, is just a word in dictionary;
Supernumerary were the misery, I wasn’t free, causing bleed, want to pause this scene, demons are licking that red cream;
Of course, it was worse, seems like a surge, hatred was purge, I want to grudge, but the evils got merged;
I want everybody to know;
What happened since the go;
I am not the last in the row, many more to come, due to lass betrayal, kicking with the drum, got that so-called glow;
I’m now a Soul, want to be a Ghoul;
It’s not my goal, ain’t want to be ignored, like a stomach growl;
Since start speeding solo, don’t want a duo, alive actually like a rolling stone, you can’t reach me, ’cause I’m gone;
I can’t remember more tears aflow;
Yes, I was dead 4 years ago;

By Aniket Kumar Das a.k.a Starrus Xanthis

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Scary Nights by Hardik Manik

This poem is the result of the voices of the sleepless writer who struggle himself to attain a beauty sleep.

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It was full moon night,
I was not having any fright.
Then my eyes go towards a sight,
Which was unusually bright.

I took courage to walk,
Sense like my legs are locked.
Something started climbing through my socks,
Lost it when heared shrieks of foxes.

Chanting mantras of Lord Rama,
It keeps away from karma.
Noises started amplifying from behind the rocks,
It was something out of the box.

The moment i turned around,
My face got a wound.
I was half blind,
Put pressure on my mind.

And I was saved,
Now I awake.
Mum slapped me as I was getting late,
This nightmare really increased my heart-rate.

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