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"यूं नहीं करते बातें ऊंची आवाज़ में, ये क्या शोर मचा रखा था!!" खोला था मैंने उस पुराने एल्बम को, जहां मैने अपने बचपन को छुपा रखा था। कुछ झिड़कियां तो कुछ झपकियां मैंने छोटे छोटे अरमानों को दिल में दबा रखा था। वो थाली में पड़ी चावलों को देख नेवलो को खुद बनाते हुए, मैंने कभी मां के हांथ से खाने का ख्वाब सजा रखा था। पलटते ही उन पन्नों को यादों का शोर सा उभरा, शहर ए दिल में मैने सन्नाटा बिछा रखा था। सब धुंधला ही था, कुछ बारिशों की शामों को छोड़ कर, मैंने जेहन से सारी यादों को मिटा रखा था। गुल्लक थी थे सिक्के थे मौके की लाऊं वो छोटे छोटे तोहफे, पर तुम ना थी तो हर मौके पे मैंने खुद को अपना साथी बना रखा था। गिरना, चलना, फिर गिरना और उठ जाना मैंने खुद को अब बदलना सीखा रखा था, पर ना जाने क्यूं आते ही सामने तुम्हारे यूं लगा मैंने खुद को फरेब में फंसा रखा था। तुम थी तुम हो तुम रहोगी मैंने खाव मो खा खुद को तन्हा बना रखा था। ©Rabiya Nizam मां और यादें #poem #Mom #Life

मां और यादें #poem #Mom Life #Poetry

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पत्र (In caption) कभी देखा है उन पुरानी अलमारियों में कभी अल्बामो तो कभी मेरी सहेली के बीच दबे पीले पड़ चुके पन्नो को? उन पे वो स्याह और ने नीले फैले हुए दाग, जिनके नीचे के शब्दों को अब तो धुंधले पड़ चुके हैं मां की उन सुरमई आंखों के जैसे जो उम्र से समझौता कर चुकी हैं। पर वो शब्द भी कभी उतने ही भावपूर्ण थे जैसे खिलखिलाते बच्चे की हंसी या नई पेन घुम जाने के दर्द से , वो देखी है कभी बच्चों की आंखों में? वो पन्ने ना महज़ पन्ने थे ना उन पे लिखे वो अक्षर किसी स्वर्ण या व्यंजन की व्याख्या। वो पत्र हैं, जहां छुपी हैं अन

कभी देखा है उन पुरानी अलमारियों में कभी अल्बामो तो कभी मेरी सहेली के बीच दबे पीले पड़ चुके पन्नो को? उन पे वो स्याह और ने नीले फैले हुए दाग, जिनके नीचे के शब्दों को अब तो धुंधले पड़ चुके हैं मां की उन सुरमई आंखों के जैसे जो उम्र से समझौता कर चुकी हैं। पर वो शब्द भी कभी उतने ही भावपूर्ण थे जैसे खिलखिलाते बच्चे की हंसी या नई पेन घुम जाने के दर्द से , वो देखी है कभी बच्चों की आंखों में? वो पन्ने ना महज़ पन्ने थे ना उन पे लिखे वो अक्षर किसी स्वर्ण या व्यंजन की व्याख्या। वो पत्र हैं, जहां छुपी हैं अन #poem #letters

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Freedom in Chaos (In caption)

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"Islam did not recognize any castes" But it's there given to the social history of the place the community is dwelling in. It is so unfair when we get our way through things claiming and believing deep down that we are avid followers of Islam. But here we do the first very unacceptable thing. Dividing ourselves based on caste is not a real thing to practice in Islam. #religion #casteism

#Religion #casteism

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The passing clouds are the same, Same as the fleeting memories Never to come back Never to come back to the place which it once deserted. The passing clouds are the same Just like those feelings of despair Which passes from my soul Leaving its impression but is not seen The passing clouds are the same Just like you Like you who came and went by Left me wondering If you were there Ever..... The passing clouds are the same. PC : Sakshi #love

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The unlit oil lamp lying dead, Like the pages of the past beneath the soil, Six feet deep, Encapsulating the giggles and sorrows, hates and warmth. In the past when the felt the sun on her skin, The cracking sound of tile resembles the sound of crockery once laid in order in the cupboard of this warm kitchen, When the swarming bees and the birds humming were the messengers of love, They still are but there are no year to listen to those pieces of Mozart. The Ivory vanity has lost its glimmer and that glass reflecting her cascading Mane is no longer there; It disappeared into the dust of past Like smoke in the air; Her eyes with sheer curiosity are not intrigued to the earthly heaven anymore; No, they haven't seen a lot but they were tired of what all she had seen; The walls, The Raspberries, and those wild Rose; All are there; the same as they were in years back; Yearning for her empathy; But she is the old lamp, She will not light up anymore!! PC: pinterest #life #sadness #death #yqdidi #yqbaba

PC: pinterest life #sadness #Death #yqdidi #yqbaba

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You might want to call me a stupid bit this is what I am. Yes, I have been acting like an idiot or maybe crazy. You know better. Though it's childish, you are someone I cherish like those memories of my mom. I haven't spent a lot of time with you but whatever I did they are just magnificent, Incredible and extraordinarily beautiful. Yes, Valentine's day might not be just one day enough to express what I hold for you in the abyss of my heart but I can speak whatever my sane mind think for you. And it is that I am crazy for you babe. I love you. So I am all set to celebrate the years and years of love with you till I encounter the angel of death. What do you think about it My Edward Cullen? With ❤️ you know who...!!! 😘

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Picking up the pieces Chapter-1 (in caption) Getting carried to the hospital, the loud tocsin of the ambulance and the vehicles passing by were whirling like a whirlpool, her sense which was already fading like setting sun finally slipped into the darkness of unconsciousness. She never imagined herself in her situation. Although she never cherished her life or might have unlearnt it after that incident of her life. Yet this time she feared leaving like this. This once she wished not to die. Wanting to live the summer and witness the winte

Getting carried to the hospital, the loud tocsin of the ambulance and the vehicles passing by were whirling like a whirlpool, her sense which was already fading like setting sun finally slipped into the darkness of unconsciousness. She never imagined herself in her situation. Although she never cherished her life or might have unlearnt it after that incident of her life. Yet this time she feared leaving like this. This once she wished not to die. Wanting to live the summer and witness the winte #ShortStory #yourquotebaba #novella #yourquotedidi #longform #pickingupthepieces

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