Giving Wings To Dreams

An effort to give voice to the innumerable girls who were not fortunate as we were.......... #Why me ? #Why he? Is this question going to try me? Question that is often asked, By the perpetrator whose face is always masked. #Why me? #Why he? He who was supposed to teach me how to fly, Made me sit on his lap and gave me not one but thousand reasons to cry. #Why me ? #Why he? He who was my guardian angel Made my hair all entangled, My eyes were puffed Why he, insisted me to keep my mouth shut. #Why me? #Why he? Used candies and toffees to weave a sweetened net, Which was soon converted into a bitter web. Web from out of which l couldn't get to my protected shell, Because he had converted it into a horrible hell. #Why me? #Why he? In open pats me on back When in confinement he crushes that very back. His hands turn creepy Whenever l am sleepy. But now no more #Why me? No more #Why she? Let your voice be loud So that the truth is seen by the crowd. It's not me or you who needs to f...

"Anjay , have we been discreet enough to leave Garv at hostel for coaching ?" Monika spoke nervously rubbing her hands , avoiding her husband Anjay's glance . " Monika, wait a minute. What did you say ? we ...no . You need to mould your question .Have you been discreet enough to leave our son Garv at Chandigarh hostel ? It was your sole decision , you were under the influence of your colleagues ,their decisions regarding their offsprings." Anjay spoke while halting at the toll plaza to pay for their return journey to Shimla through Himalayan Express way , Shimla the queen of hills where they had initiated their blissful wedding life seventeen years back. "Why have you suddenly become so sarcastic ? You don't have the slightest of the idea of the excruciating pain l have felt while parting away from Garv." Monika spoke while sniffing a tear. "I didn't intend to comment on you . Actually ,l was not in favour of leaving Garv at the hostel so ...

दिसम्बर की सर्दी की यह जो धुंध है कोहरे की यह चादर जिसमें धरा गुमसुम है यह धुंध अब आम नहीं और यह धुंध खास भी नहीं पर सावधान ! क्योंकि यह धुंध कुछ बदहवास है । यह वो मीठी धुंध नहीं जोअपने पाँव पसार कर कनक को सहलाती है प्यार से और कृषक के मुख पर मोती बिखराती है आस के कि अब जब बहार होगी तब क्षितिज तक बस लहलहाएगी कनक की बालियाँ । और ना यह वह धुंध है जो गली -मोहल्लों में जाने-अनजाने लोगों को बुलाती है पास  जब भूलकर सब तेरा- मेरा  घेरे सेंकड़ों हाथ रहते हैं अलाव। यह तो धुंध है अलगाव की यह तो धुंध है पथराव की यह वो नागिन धुंध है जो शीशों का नहीं बल्कि दिलों को ,सोच को धुंधला करती है यह वो धुंध है जो दिल्ली दिलवालों की को इतिहास बनाती है यह वो धुंध है जिसकी आड़ में  खाकी जो है सबकी रक्षक आम नागरिक उसके बन गए हैं भक्षक । यह धुंध है साजिश की यह धुंध है कुटिल राजनीति की यह धुंध है अनपढ़ता और अविश्वास की यह धुंध है खौफ़ ,हिंसा और आतंक की यह वो धुंध है जो जलाती है जिसमे तपिश है । जिस पर क्रूर राजनीति की सीकती हैं रोटियाँ जहाँ कानून से होता है खिलवाड़ और राई के बनते हैं पहाड़ जहाँ अब नागरिक भ...

"Now it's purple with a tinge of crimson.Ah! I wish l could mingle with these colours and lose this accursed human form ."Sapna always justifying her name muttered as if in a dream ,while peeping out of her bedroom's window . That wasn't first time when she had such notions to be one with the nature. Almighty had endowed her with a unique ability to behold colours even in muddy water. Sapna's imagination would drift instinctively towards the multitude of shades which were as if spread like colourful pearls of a broken necklace throughout on the floor of her solitary world. Whether cornfield , green boughs or yellow orchards in autumn , whether rainbow or bright brisk sunlight , a cloth market or a grocer's shop everywhere she would feel mesmerized amidst different shades . Shades of spices , pulses in bright packages made her soul dance in ecstasy . Sapna's parents were often perturbed when she would rather than enjoying food or appreciating its taste ...

I am a bird This is what I have often heard But do I have the power to chirp and sing ? Do I have the power to unfurl my wings ? Who will decide whether l am a curse or a pride ? I am not a bird Let my voice be today heard. I am not a bird Let my voice be today heard . I don't have any wings Even my imagination is clipped . Each and every desire of mine is ripped Ripped even before my birth Because I am a girl Whose life is full of eddies and whirls. My birth is often a question mark My birth is often a question mark Because in every nook and corner To devour me there is a shark . Don't do this. Don't do that. Don't wear this. Don't go out. Don't be loud. Don't call your friends. Don't follow the latest trends. My life is full of Don'ts How long will l be able to bear these taunts ? My heart is in pain Because a devil is lurking in every lane . They say l am meek . They say l am weak. On me anyone can play a trick. No...

What is life ? Is it a dream ? Is it a riddle ? Is it a lively wish  or a sweet dish ? For me and for most it's a dish. Sometimes sweet and sometimes sour, Sometimes bitter and at times bland , But believe me with a perfect recipe we can make life grand. If heat is more Atmosphere tends to boil When you don't find any cure Make sure you don't sulk and coil . Stop take a little refreshing breath and wait for a while As to set things right you need only a sweet smile. And if on certain hazy days You don't feel gay may be for some known or unknown reason you feel low And are unable to find any glow Then all you need is to go slow With patience and perseverance barren land of life you can plough. For rest of the days do make sure that certain rules you always follow. Courtesy , politeness Humility and humbleness Will assist you to fearlessly grow, To grow tall To grow great But wait! Wait! Wait! Let me be a bit straight . If you by chance encoun...

कश्ती कौन है? जो ना डरती है चाहे दर-दर भटकती है। कश्ती वो है जो तुफ़ानों का डटकर सामना करती है। जो कभी लहरों पर तो कभी लहरों में उलझकर मुड़ती ,गिरती और सम्भलती है । कश्ती चाहे चक्...

"Shradha ,do you have any idea where and with whom your son loiters through out the day?" Sharad  yelled as usual when he entered the house in the evening. Shradha , preferred to act dumb to ever rising outbursts of her husband. Sharad ,who earlier was as cool as his name was, who would whenever come back home was like a fresh gust of cool breeze  with the passage of time had converted into a volcano ready to erupt any moment. "Shradha ,where is Sohard ?" Sharad screamed again to find Shradha his otherwise docile wife ignoring him "He is sleeping. He has headache." Shradha spoke timidly fearing the outcome . "Headache my foot .Let  me handle that rogue once and for all on my own." Sharad joined his hands threateningly towards Shradha ,who knew that that time the only alternative left in front of her was to stay out of her husband's way. Sharad banged open the door of their only son Sohard's room who was sleeping and was covering his ...

हाँ  आज दीवाली  है हर और लगता है आज खुशहाली है । घर हैं चमके दमके चेहरे भी हैं खिले -खिले क्योंकि आज दीवाली है। क्या आज सच में दीवाली है? क्या आज हर और खुशहाली है? ऊँचे ऊँचे आलीशान मकानों के पीछे क्या जो वो छोटी -छोटी झोंपडियाँ हैं क्या आज वहाँ कुछ बदलने वाला है  ? क्या आज वहाँ भी सुख के सवेरे हैं ? क्या आज वहाँ कुछ कम मायूसी के घेरे हैं? क्या आज वहाँ अँधेरा पिघलने वाला है? क्या आज सच में दीवाली है? आओ! इस दीवाली कुछ नया कर दिखाएं पापा के पैसों को ना पटाखों में जलाएँ धरती माँ की छाती को ना धुएँ से छलनी बनाए चलो आज कुछ नया कर दिखाएँ चाईना वाली लड़ी को अब सिर्फ़ बातों में नहीं हकीकत में भी हम ना अपनाएँ । खुशियों के हम दीप जलाएँ मिट्टी के दीपक से अपना घर आँगन सजाएँ वो दीपक जो कुम्हार के चेहरे की कुछ तो  शिकन मिटाएँ और गरीब के घर में भी दीवाली की थोड़ी सी तो रौनक लाएँ । हाँ हम दीप जलाएँ आशा का , विश्वास का हाँ हम दीप जलाएँ अधर्म के विनाश का ,और दिग्विजय पुरूषार्थ का । इस दीवाली खत्म करें वो किस्सा जिसमें हमें दिखता है बस अपना -अपना हिस्सा छोड़ कर ह...

Ways of Almighty are comprehensible to Him only... On one hand He endows a few with abundance and on another He doesn't bless  the other   few  with meagre... Festivity of Diwali is round the corner , the fervour ,the zeal ,the energy of the festival has already like a magic wand  cast it's spell on everyone. The onset of this great festival takes me back to the memory lane ,to the similar illumined days when  my children were not young enough to see beyond their own whimsical world ,a make belief world of theirs when there wasn't much burden of studies or phobea of approaching exams ,when only worry was how many crackers they would get to burst and how many houses they would visit with gifts or how many gifts they would receive. The days when they kept a record of all who graced our home and all those who missed our hospitality. It was almost seven years back when my  dear son was in fourth and  my darling daughter was in third grade  . As...