नियत पर सवाल यह जो वक़्त मैंने कुछ कहने और सुनने में बिताया है यह वो अनमोल पल है जो मैंने किसी के साथ ना बिताया
A classic damage it might turn trapped within time loop it gets churn and churn A time ago forever and a hope beyond any divine
Anxiety an uncalled emotion.
अपने अस्तित्व की तलाश में निकला था ये वजूद, रास्ते में लोग जुड़ते गए और कुछ छूटते गए .फिर भी चलता रहा ये वजूद अपनी ही एक तलाश में
मेरा साहस मेरा सारथि पथ पे चाहे कांटे हज़ार हों तेरे वजूद को झुटलाने चाहे कितने ही लोग तैयार हो जो चल पड़ा है तू
प्रकृति का अध्ययन, प्रकृति से प्रेम , प्रकृति के करीब रहना यह आपको कभी भी विफल नहीं करेगा. प्रकृति में गहराई से देखो, और फिर आप सब कुछ बेहतर समझ जायेंगें।
Shikva bhi tumse hai shikayat bhi tumse hai
dard bhi tum ho aur marham bhi tum ho…
यह पल एक जीवन शाला है इसके तृण तृण में सार समाया है कुछ मिथ्या है तो कुछ सत्य कुछ मिलावट है तो कही थोड़ी
कुछ कविताएं और कुछ पुराणी कहावते खुद बा खुद संगीत की मधुर ध्वनि की तरह ज़ेहन में गुनगुनाने लगती है.जिनसे हमे ज़िन्दगी जीने का हौसला मिलता है
Fear has got it’s own traits, it could take you to the places you have never been and seen in your life.
I see the road I always wanted to travel A place forbidden for me but I had to unravel Distance doesn’t scare me Hardwork doesn’t
So you want to see if I am genuine or a fake not for you to decide anyway even if I am a fake who
I belong here this is between me and my words the ink and the paper I reside somewhere in between my pen and those bare
one day one moment any second of your life could be that moment in which either you take pride or you are taken for a
Life throws lemons make a lemonade, why?
Take them, crush them, and throw them back as you have had enough of this trade
Don’t trust themWhen they sayThey will stay forever Don’t trust themWhen they askYou to stay forever Forever is no where Don’t seek solace in there
जीने का अरमान या मौत सा सुकूं उजाले की किरण या अँधेरे की चुभन है सब माटी का माटी में ही मिल जाना है किसका
First, they ignore you later they sneak up on you they watch you they hate you they follow you but they don’t admit they want
Sometimes it is not about winning it is neither about the likes or dislikes sometimes it is just about venting out the emotions relieving yourself
A road to apocalypse a sound of unshuttering waves a rusted closed door in the middle of high stone walls like a dark deep well
Kuch khwaish adhuri si.. kuch khwab pure se.. kuch zindagi ke tarane ab bhi gungunane baki hai.. ~~~~ Saans jo chalti hai nishpaksh, nischal usme
Dil kehta hai thoda thehar ja Ek do kadam ka chalna bhi jo ab fasla sa lagta hai Roshan hokar bhi sab na jane kyu
What you seek outside is inside you.
Remember, rising above all the odds is always possible.
सोचा की यह देहलीज़ लाँघ दू, की अब और सहा नहीं जाता.. कितना भी सोच लू पर अब और कुछ कहा नहीं जाता.. आज अपने
Let your broken dreams make some noise Pick up all the pieces with some courage and poise No matter how hard the situation is make
I have truth in my muse Compassion in my views I don’t surrender for anything less As I just write to express I write to
For all the steps I take in order for me to make a life of my dream for that lasting gleam for the enormous space
Ishq ka fitoor kaif bana chala Tujhse marassim hu kuch is tarah ki dil se taluq hi chuta sa hai.. Ranjishe hi ab to ishq
Is love really so colorful, or am I just colorblind?
I reach nowhere no matter how much I stroll, as I got a hole in my soul.
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth’s sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah, whence, and whither
Be you in all ways and always!
You can TRY, but you CANNOT break my spirit!✍️ When you love your dreams, you love each and every part of your life and you
Why should I hold on how long should I wait what should I do to win this ego bait love only knows to enter and
Wrapped in a shield of time here lies my story of whittling innocence with all the ups and downs and unhealthy incidence pleasing people, giving
बेटी सिर्फ एक रिश्ता नहीं एह्सास है
What are dreams made of? some recurring visions some unspoken truths some unuttered promises some muted prominence few unturned pages of love and affection few
Taumra dil se bedili kar bethe hai ki ab to dil ka sukun bhi bebuniada hai.. bas ye sochkar hairan hu ki kyu mera dukh
I have been there, seen it all Even when I was not needed, I was there to catch them before they fall I laughed with
Ek chahat bhara nagma kisi ke rooh ka sukun kisi ka sapna kisiki khwahish kisika gurur kisike dil ka surur to kisike aankho ka noor
Dear Mother-in-law, I was married with whole customs and rituals to your son. I too had a family like yours. I too had a loving
For the bond or the relationship we share we need them to know that we care We all are damaged from inside by some or
होति क्या हैं यह तन्हाईयाँ महज़ एक एहसास ही तो है किसीका प्यार पाने की आस ही तो है एक खालीपन एक अनसुना साज़ ही
I watch myself rise, I watch myself fall through a distance, I stand and I see it all I have this shield of solitude around
Nahi janti kaise itna kuch likh jati hu itni sari baatein yuhi keh jati hu shabdo mein rehna mujhe acha lagta hai man ka kuch
“Ye ishq nahi asan bas itna samajh lijiye ek aag ka dariya hai , dub ke jana hai” Mohabbat aur mausiiqii ke kisse to bohat
Kuch pedo ko phal dene mein.. kuch kaliyo ko khil jane mein.. kuch patto ko lehrane mein.. kuch panchio ko pankh phelane mein.. kuch parindo
Let me explore each corner of every emotion Let me go through every pain to understand the well-perceived notion Let me discover newness within me
Har dayre ke bahar mera tujhse nata hai.. tere bina mere man ko sukun kaha ata hai.. tu satati bhi hai…thakati bhi hai.. phir pyar
“If no one responds to your call, then go your own way and Walk Alone”
You can find out what you actually think by talking to yourself.
No matter how mountain-high the difficulties appear to be, they are all terrible but delusions… Crush your fear and it banishes… Face your fear and
Recently I was interviewed by a renowned Journalist Mahima Sharma, An award-winning Independent Journalist & Content Curator based in New Delhi. She is Ex-News Editor,
Let me be ME!
He weaved poetry… I loved his symmetry… With just a few conversation exchange… Someone for a change… Took me to the moon with his magical
If silence could kill… The feeling of emptiness… The pain of reverence… That never-ending wait… That unfelt bait… I could live with an unspoken lie…
For my feelings, I could not control… For the tears to pour out and roll… For love, I live by… For life, I could die…
For the fear of words I have..let me write… For the never dying will power within me…let me write… You can’t tie me down with
From all the chaos outside.. I seek peace inside.. For all the judgement mongers.. I leave you there and here I slumber.. For all the
You said things which I never heard before… You took me to a place, I never visited in my life… You left me in a
One September evening, at 6 O’clock, I first met her.. Eyes with sparkling purity, tender touch of her skin, From the moon she must have