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War

Leaders declare war,
Leaving children to fright.
They try to see some hope,
During sleepless hours of night.
Hate burns their dreams down,
Spoils them with nightmare.
Murders them inside,
With nothing to spare.

Quill

Unsaid Feelings //

// sometimes you can look like you’re laughing and having fun, but deep down your whole chest hurts trying to keep up the facade. each forced laugh tears you a little from the inside, and you forcefully bite your lip to stop the tears from flowing. the emptiness weighs you down and as you tumble into oblivion, you watch your whole life unbecoming right in front of you. you try to escape but your body seems to have lost all its functioning. you stare hard into the mirror, hoping for any explanation whatsoever. you look at moving buses and children laughing and couples fighting, but all you are is a spectator. all you feel is this numbing sensation that is continuously buzzing in your head. you can’t escape it. it is a part of you now. it is you. you are the disjointed and disintegrating pieces of what was once a functioning human. //

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Emergence

Like the moon,
I emerged at night.
Nourished by the dark,
As flowers are by light.
For goodness,
I battled with all my might,
Yet against the Devil,
I lost the fight.

Emergence

Poetry, Quill

ज़िंदा तो हो ही ना तुम!

तो क्या हुआ जो दिल टूट गया,
ज़िंदा तो हो ही ना तुम!

तो क्या हुआ जो ख्वाहिशें नहीं हुई पूरी,
तो क्या हुआ जो छोड़ गया वो तुम्हे,
तो क्या हुआ जो इबादत सरीखा ईश्क़ अधूरा रह गया,
ज़िंदा तो हो ही ना तुम!

तो क्या हुआ जो अंदर सब खोखला सा रह गया,
ज़िंदा तो हो ही ना तुम!

तो क्या हुआ जो दिल हो गया पत्थर,
तो क्या हुआ जो आँखें बन गयी दरिया,
तो क्या हुआ जो लिपट गयी खामोशियाँ,
ज़िंदा तो हो ही ना तुम!

तो क्या हुआ जो दिल टूट गया,
ज़िंदा तो हो ही ना तुम!

Quill, Write Ups

MA

The pain of the hot oil which spilled on your hand, that searing pain you endured, without a word and with tears in your eyes, a burn because of haste, to fill an empty stomach. The red eyes and yawns, those sleepless nights, when my aching body and agonizing cries were enough to keep you awake. The slender hand with firm fingers wrapped around my waist, supporting my stumbling figure, helping me walk after a long time. Those huge eyes, deadpan eyes, staring at me, doing their magic as a glance was sufficient to make me do my chores. Your death stare is indeed remarkable.

Delicacies galore, which I missed when you weren’t around. An assertive voice, supporting me through thick and thin, standing up for me and daring anyone to mess with me. Quirky humor, giggles, cackles, soundless laughter and a broad smile, a sign of how proud you felt when I first won a competition. Those endless talks on the couch, when I started confiding in you, those horrible mood swings when I banged the door of my room in your face, not realizing the sorrow it gave you, those beautiful moments when I cried and your shoulder was always there to support my frail emotions. You give all of your time to me, loving and caressing me, not understanding how difficult it makes the decision of leaving you and finding my own path.

I don’t need one day to appreciate you, I don’t need to put a status on WhatsApp to show the world how much I adore you. I don’t need to wish you a Happy Mother’s day because I strive to take care of you and love you every moment of my life. I wish to make your everyday special.

Art, Brush

Sing

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

Lens, Photography

Chirping

Do you also hear the silence… And try to find where the chirrupings have gone?
Brevity, Quill

Laughter

Her laughter rings out like ripples in still water. She giggles and chortles, eyes turned to slits and mouth in a wide smile. The creases of her face disappear, radiating pure joy. She keeps on laughing till her stomach hurts and jaw grows weary. And afterwards a warm and comforting feeling makes her glow. Her eyes dazzle with mischief as she hugs me. Yes, she was successful in scaring the wits out of me. After all my mother deserves her share of laughter.

Art, Poetry

Just like you

Love of  mother and daughter  is always eternal 
  
“Whatever the situation i’m going through
I want to handle it just like you, 
I’m tryna watch each step you make
So i can take each step you take.
Like you i want to be strong 
so i can make you proud lifelong”
Art, Brush

Spirituality

Lord Krishana, has probably the maximum devotees than other Devis and Devatas, for “Kanhaiya” is known for their naughty tasks, an enigma, a maya and indeed his ineffable love for dearest Radha. Aliased by RadhaKrishn, they live in hearts of millions of their devotees. And here I present an oil art of their perennial love.