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चाहे छोटा या बड़ा अपने मन में एक लक्ष्य बांध ले, फिर ना सोच के कब होगा हैं उस लक्ष्य को पूरा होने में। अगर तु अपने लक्ष्य की पहचान करने में सक्षम हैं, तो कुछ भी हो वह एक दिन तो पूरा होने वाला हैं। बस उस लक्ष्य से अपना ध्यान कभी भटकने मत देना, आएगी कई अड़चनें हासिल करने में पर तु पूरी ताकात लगा देना। फिर देखना कि खुद खुदा तुझे उस मुकाम पर ले आएगा, बस तुझे खुद पर और अपनी मेहनत पर भरोसा रखना होगा। Aa Gayi Ghadi Hai Dekho Sabse Badi Mujhse Bas Do Kadam Pe Dekho Jeet Khadi Haan Mujhe Kab Se Intezaar Tha Aaj Ki Shaam Ka Ab Dekho Kya Karta

चाहे छोटा या बड़ा अपने मन में एक लक्ष्य बांध ले, फिर ना सोच के कब होगा हैं उस लक्ष्य को पूरा होने में। अगर तु अपने लक्ष्य की पहचान करने में सक्षम हैं, तो कुछ भी हो वह एक दिन तो पूरा होने वाला हैं। बस उस लक्ष्य से अपना ध्यान कभी भटकने मत देना, आएगी कई अड़चनें हासिल करने में पर तु पूरी ताकात लगा देना। फिर देखना कि खुद खुदा तुझे उस मुकाम पर ले आएगा, बस तुझे खुद पर और अपनी मेहनत पर भरोसा रखना होगा। Aa Gayi Ghadi Hai Dekho Sabse Badi Mujhse Bas Do Kadam Pe Dekho Jeet Khadi Haan Mujhe Kab Se Intezaar Tha Aaj Ki Shaam Ka Ab Dekho Kya Karta

Meera Ali

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Take a few sips of poetry, whispered the night into my ears, and I gave all myself to become it's muse. (Read Caption) Every night, I pull moon close to me, and hid under my blanket's radar, to feel the winds leftover traces on it's mouth on my skin, when my

Take a few sips of poetry, whispered the night into my ears, and I gave all myself to become it's muse. (Read Caption) Every night, I pull moon close to me, and hid under my blanket's radar, to feel the winds leftover traces on it's mouth on my skin, when my

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A child asked me what is poetry and I don't know what it is any more than he does //caption P O E T R Y A child asked, what is poetry? As I formed the word by arranging the tiles in Scrabble How could I answer the child? For I don

A child asked me what is poetry and I don't know what it is any more than he does //caption P O E T R Y A child asked, what is poetry? As I formed the word by arranging the tiles in Scrabble How could I answer the child? For I don

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The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who merely sprung out of bed, Because of a startling skirmish, As loud as an ornery deadhead! Still half asleep and giddy-- Heart, thumping like a grating drill-- I opened my billowing curtains To check this noisy existence; Then, lo and behold! A ludicrous creature yelled at me; A being, dripping and so filthy, Stared right back at me-- As if daring me to cackle At his wrought up ensemble of twigs! It took me a few moments to discern That the lunatic monster, Flapping his limbs, was my neighbor-- The one who seemed too urbane To even try such a risible caper! There he went, hopping about, As if the whole wide world wasn't there-- Terrorizing young, innocent minds And gripping the tongues of busybodies Who were too scandalized to act! For, how does one siphon a valid riposte When one finds a sophisticated old man Gambolling about the ricefields, Turned into mucky rivulets, In front of one's house? One just stupidly gapes, that is! "The Dousing Sight Of An Old Man" The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who mere

The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who merely sprung out of bed, Because of a startling skirmish, As loud as an ornery deadhead! Still half asleep and giddy-- Heart, thumping like a grating drill-- I opened my billowing curtains To check this noisy existence; Then, lo and behold! A ludicrous creature yelled at me; A being, dripping and so filthy, Stared right back at me-- As if daring me to cackle At his wrought up ensemble of twigs! It took me a few moments to discern That the lunatic monster, Flapping his limbs, was my neighbor-- The one who seemed too urbane To even try such a risible caper! There he went, hopping about, As if the whole wide world wasn't there-- Terrorizing young, innocent minds And gripping the tongues of busybodies Who were too scandalized to act! For, how does one siphon a valid riposte When one finds a sophisticated old man Gambolling about the ricefields, Turned into mucky rivulets, In front of one's house? One just stupidly gapes, that is! "The Dousing Sight Of An Old Man" The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who mere

Kartik Prajapat

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Time and again I'm onto another page. Like a virgin, it gapes me in the lines and urges me to leach it with words on its bare skin. Pale. And I, with so much sweeping over my head bend to please it with a phrase. But before I could etch it I crack my knuckles and ponder. How would I take it if it clears out permeating no truth? Would I leave it in the desert or would I still make it holding no waters? Somehow I'll be doing it latently for once more. Knowing not if it lingers within me or exacts the way it should not have. But certain how I want to pour that I'd held up for so long but for not more than now. Time and again I'm onto another page. Like a virgin, it gapes me in the lines and urges me to leach it with words on its bare skin. Pale.

Time and again I'm onto another page. Like a virgin, it gapes me in the lines and urges me to leach it with words on its bare skin. Pale. And I, with so much sweeping over my head bend to please it with a phrase. But before I could etch it I crack my knuckles and ponder. How would I take it if it clears out permeating no truth? Would I leave it in the desert or would I still make it holding no waters? Somehow I'll be doing it latently for once more. Knowing not if it lingers within me or exacts the way it should not have. But certain how I want to pour that I'd held up for so long but for not more than now. Time and again I'm onto another page. Like a virgin, it gapes me in the lines and urges me to leach it with words on its bare skin. Pale.