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Pensive
moments

Compiled by:

Mansi Srivastava, Tooba Sohel and Rabiya

Nooreen
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This Anthology is purely a work of fiction. Compiling an

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Our journey of compiling was full of ups and downs and

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 DISCLAIMER
The compiler has tried to make sure that all the write-
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 COMPILERS

RABIYA NOOREEN TOOBA MANAL SOHEL

MANSI SRIVASTAVA

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 INDEX

PENSIVE MOMENTS (ENGLISH)

Rabiya Nooreen

Syed Armaan shakir

Ravi Teja

Hajera Zia

Anushreey A/P Nadunjalian

Nida Adeel

Karthikeyeni R

Shaistha tabassum

Priya Darshani Mallik

Yash Bhatnagar

Juveriya Begum

Tooba Manal Sohel

Adela L. Kingsley

Ronel David

Vier Swell L.Fernandes

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Dusyanth Rao

Rawish Zaidi

Zainab Murtaza Kothari

Chrisma Rose Babu

Rashida

Ubah Hussien

Kiran B

Khadeeja Ahmad

Arsal Hayat

Prithiviraj

Mohd. Azhar

Salman Adam

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 संवग
े ात्मक क्षण (हिन्दी)

Mansi Srivastava

Satyam Mamgain

Anshvi Shukla

Sangeeta Indutara

Nikhil Vaghela

Vishmay

Harshang Shah

Pratibha Tiwari

Sanjay Singh Sisodia

Pinky Goyal

Arvind

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 Rabiya Nooreen

"Writing is magic, it helps you escape the reality!" is

what Rabiya Nooreen an aspiring computer science
Engineer and a Poet/Writer believe in. Fascination and
curiosity to explore various walks of life have intrigued
her to learn and try new skills and ideas. She has been
a co-author of many anthologies and is now looking
forward to publishing her book. She aims to become a
better version of herself and achieve something huge in
this beautiful yet short span of life.

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 The Hero Of My Life!
This one is for my dad,
who left this world,
twenty days back!

How divine was his face,

brown eyes and wavy hair,
like a 90's hero,
He was a champ, I swear!
razor-sharp memory,
showing endless care.
With him around,
love was in the air!

Sometimes a dad,
other times a kid.
He played with us,
also scolded in times of need.
He was a superman, indeed!
Every memory of him,
brings tears to my eyes.
Searching for his face,
I look up at the skies.

Like the sip of hot tea,

after a tiring ski,
his memories brighten up my day.
But forever will there be a void,
which can never be filled.
Could never repay him,
for the endless,

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sacrifices he did.
Helping everyone around,
he stole hearts abound.

Just know this,

my sweetest dad,
every passing second,
you will be missed!
Your silly jokes,
and those pep talks.
Wish you could,
just wake up and walk.
Only that touch of yours,
can ease this pain,
"Come back to me"
I cry in vain.
Just want to hug you forever,
hold your hand stiff!
Feel that bliss,
and let you know,
how difficult is all of this.

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 Syed Armaan Shakir

Syed Armaan is a Computer Science Engineer, and an

Entrepreneur. He got into writing recently because he loves to
pen down his thoughts.

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Story of my Little but Huge Success
Every individual has a beautiful phase in his life which
is schooling, and during schooling, there is an even
better phase which is class 10th. Every person cherishes
the moments spent In this class. I had lovely schooling
too and like everyone, the most exciting and lovely
phase of my life was 10th. I was a renowned student of
my school, every single student and teacher would know
me even though I didn't know them. I was the vice-
captain in the 9th class. After coming to 10th, I aimed to
become the captain of my school It was a hard time
during the elections because I also had to focus on my
academics as I had my board exams. Before
participating in the elections I had to take permission of
my parents, ironically my mom said "if you don't
become the captain I will give you a treat," and my dad
said, "if you become the captain I will give you a treat",
so I had a treat from both sides. Eventually, the time of
elections came, which was on Saturday. I delivered my
speech in assembly and I had three competitors with
me. After assembly I had to campaign in all the classes
while I was campaigning I got to know my maths sir was
doing negative campaigning against me. All the students
were afraid of him I didn't understand why he was doing
it. But I am a "stubborn" guy I never stopped and
continued my work. The results were to be announced
on Monday morning during assembly. We had a

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canteen in our school which was on the ground floor
where teachers used to park their vehicles. So on
Monday morning, as I was very confident about me
winning the elections. Before the results being
announced, I gave the order for a party to the canteen
guy. Coincidentally at the same time my maths sir
arrived, he asked "what is the party for!" in an angry
mood. I said " I am going to be the captain of this school
and the next second his face was red hot! Now the time
came when results had to be announced, first, the vice-
captain was announced, then came the time of
announcing captain, the teacher shouted "the captain of
school is ......" and gave a gap of 1 minute and believe
me this one min was the longest minute of my life! My
heartbeat was at 150 BPM, then the teacher said THE
CAPTAIN OF SCHOOLS IS Armaaaaan!!! That
moment I had tears in my eyes and I jumped so high in
the sky out of joy. This moment was the moment of my
life, instead of many hardships I won the battle, and
later I came to know that I won the elections with an
80% majority of votes

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 Ravi Teja
Ravi Teja, is an engineer by profession and a writer by
passion. He graduated from the National Institute of
Technology, Warangal in 2019. Thereafter, he worked for a
year in an American oil company, ExxonMobil, before he quit
to pursue his Masters from IISC Bangalore. He loves to invest
in himself every day to turn his passion for writing into a
profession for life. Most of his writings are based on the
Himalayas and the lives of people living in these hills. Being a
nature lover, he looks for every opportunity to bring the
picturesque locations that he has visited in Himachal into his
writeups. He has published a book recently, which is a
collection of short stories from the hills. Apart from writing,
he is also inclined towards spirituality and meditation. And he
firmly believes in the ideals of Sri Sri Ravishankar Ji, and
with his support, he believes nothing is impossible.

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 MINI’S AMBER BEAD
Darwin’s theory on ‘Survival of the fittest’ is inarguably
the blatant truth told to mankind. What else could be
more traumatic than to be the last one to get out of the
school gates and nobody beside to take a glance at this
awful face? I’ve been a misfit, just like some unlucky
stars out there who are at the mercy of God to carry out
their purpose in this unscrupulous world. Since the time
I cried, my mum is my everything. And even now, she is
standing at the gates to pick me up as I limp slowly
using my crutches. “Baby, how was your day?” she says
dabbing at my shoulders. “I’m sure you must have
impressed Mr.Sharma with your test paper?” she
regales as she lets me in the car. Mom has always been
a very enthusiastic person, unlike dad, who would
always be lost somewhere thinking about the defective
sperm that crippled me for life. “You didn’t answer my
question, baby?” she prods as she drives the car
through the snowy ridge. “Why can’t you let me be
alone for some time?” I protest instantly. Something
inside me pricks whenever she asks about my day.
“Alone? What’s wrong, kiddo?” she asks, getting
hysterical again. “Please stop using that kiddo-baby
thing with me, mom. It’s just that...I want to be
normal.” “What makes you think that you are not?” she
says elevating her eyebrows. “Walking with crutches
when I’m supposed to run is not a definition of being
normal. People choosing to ignore you while you limp
with these sticks is not in any definition normal” I

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suddenly start gushing out tears. All these years, I was
happily sailing under my mom’s protective shield. But
being at school as an adolescent and watching my age
girls dance made me look hapless. “Mini, this is the last
thing I wanted to hear from you" my mom emphasizes,
dabbing her eyelids, and repeatedly shifts her gaze
between me and to the front. “Am I really...good...good-
looking?” I stutter, noticing that my mom is hurt. “Yes,
You are, honey” she whispers back before looking at the
front. “Do you believe in the story of Amber?” she says,
as our car cuts the fresh snow on the riverside. “The
secret Himalayan amber bead that grants wishes?”
“Umm, pretty good. You remember the story, right?
Why don’t you present that in your school?” she says.
“Yeah, I can do that….” I say, and my eyes see
something big, rolling off and pounding towards our car.
“MOM!” I scream out loud. “HONEY! HOLD ON TO
YOUR SEAT” she shouts before she makes an effort to
surreptitiously bend the car away from the avalanche.
The next moment, all I can see is the blood dribbling
from my mom’s temple as she lay unconscious. And my
hands and legs are bruised and covered in mud. In that
swamp, I discover an amber bead, typical of the
Himalayan origin, which had the same features as
described in Himachali mythological books. I hold the
bead in my fists as I lay helpless in the mud, crying in
pain. And then, something mysterious happens, which
people would never concur. They claim that it was
doctors who helped me get rid of those crutches. Even
mom doesn’t believe in what I say. Two months after

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that incident, I’m still arguing with my mom that it was
the mysterious amber bead that I am now wearing in
my neck that made me the abled girl that I’m today.
And also more beautiful than ever!

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 Hajera Zia

She is a computer science student who likes to plunge

herself into the world of mysteries. reading is something
that has been her constant entertainment. she believes
reading helps you grow and that is her most favorite
thing to do any time, any day!

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 Illusion

I wonder what it'll be like to vanish for a short period of

time, away from all the responsibilities and duties. walk
through new lanes with unfamiliar faces around. hail a
cab, book a room and order a meal, all on my own. try
to start a conversation with people around instead of
keeping to myself, within the safety of my comfort zone.
walk a little slower, talk a little louder and perhaps,
smile a little wider. a place where my words are valued
and not overly analyzed. where i answer to no one other
than myself.

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 Anushreey A/P
She is Anushreey A/P Nadunjalian, an ordinary teenager
from Malaysia, that aspires to bring comfort through
poetry. She finds herself lucky enough to be given this
beautiful opportunity to publish one of her pieces. Music
and poetry are her sources of inspiration as it has a
splendid twist towards different languages. The poem that
she has written is titled "epiphany" and it has been inspired
by her journey in life and moving forward. This poem was
her epiphany and she hopes her sincerity had reached
and touch your hearts. Special thanks to Rosewood
Publication for this wonderful project. Stay connected
with me through my social media: Twitter:
@moonchild_FL E-mail: anushreey1603@gmail.com

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Epiphany- a moment of sudden and great
revelation or realization.

You were there when I needed you the most,

you’ve never failed to make me smile nor cry,
you are someone precious to me,
you stood tall despite your fears,
for me.

but sometimes,
I hate you,
for allowing others to treat me in an atrocious way,
for believing others more than you could have ever believed
me.

often times,
you neglect me,
leaving me in a dark and deserted ocean of sorrows, you
wouldn’t listen to me nor would you choose to stick around
by my side,
you made me feel hopeless and worthless.

I couldn’t comprehend why you were distancing yourself,

you were always frustrated and sensitive,
you cared too much of what other’s opinions was, and I had
to suffer because of you.

you treated others with full of love and care,

on the other hand,
you let me drown,
each time I yelled for help,

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you left me in my own demonic mind which was scattered
with dreadful thoughts,
you decided to abandon me when I was all alone by myself
without any company.

I was alone and lonely by myself,

I didn't had the courage to ruminate my future, death was
the music replaying in my mind every single moment,
and you weren’t there when I was on the edge…

I’ve shed endless tears,

however, you’ve never noticed that that was when I decided
to let you go, forever...

Yet, lately, I have come to a realization,

you had never had such intention towards me,
you were quietly aiding me towards the light that, I’ve given
up for a long time,
you were going through so much by yourself because of my
immature ways.

you saw the things I took for granted,

you felt each and every emotions as well as feelings that I've
decided to ignore,
you overthink all the time just so that I could feel secure,
you held me in silence when I was about to give it all up and
let it all go.

you cared for me,

and I couldn’t see it,
until I decided to stop and take a step back,
I found you, again.

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you told me that you’ve never left,
and you were trying your hardest to hold me each time I
wanted to let go,
“It was difficult by myself.”, you said.

I found the light that I’ve been searching for so long, the
light was glistening in divine,
It was right there, It was you.

for the very first time,

I decided to let you take control of me,
I have come to a decision that we’ve to be together,
even if it means we’ve got to love each other.

That my dear readers was the day I made up my mind,

to start loving myself,
my flaws,
my regrets,
my beauty,
my mistakes and for the most part just,
myself…

my journey began,
the road to my recovery and healing from past traumas,
something that was extremely foreign to me, Begin.

I finally found that person,

that I was longing,
It was after all,
Myself,
It was a hard pill to swallow,
But, It was my reality and I felt a sense of assurance.

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It took me so long to finally realize,
the things that I’ve been missing out on,
It took me years to understand,
that I have value and I matter,
I’ve almost given up several times,
and I’ve hurt myself countless times.

despite everything,
I have come to an understanding,
without me,
I can never be myself,
and without myself,
I could never live in this world.

And so, my journey begins…

-Anushreey

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 Nida Adeel

Nida Adeel is a passionate writer who started her

writing journey as a freelancer in 2020. Before she
began her writing career, she was always into reading
books and always wanted to publish a book
independently. According to her, this is the first step
towards success in her writing career. Besides this, she
has written multiple articles and blogs online. She is
now a part-time writer and is doing a bachelor's in
biosciences. Nida is very career-oriented and wants to
be a great writer while pursuing her career in research.
She believes that she can be very successful with the
constant support of her parents.

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 Define Your Success
Have you ever questioned yourself what success is to
you? Am I successful right now? Have I achieved
everything I have ever wanted?

If not, this is something you should do right now

because many of us ignore these questions to avoid
reality and truth. Instead of asking themselves, people
follow the same path that everyone else follows that
success is limited in having a lot of money, power, fame,
high social status, expensive cars, and a big house.

On surveying, I asked a bunch of teenager's two

questions. What success is to you? Are money, power
and fame important to be a successful person? So here
are some responses;

"Success has its unique definition for every individual;

for me, completing my education and perusing my
career defines success. Money, fame and power may be
the need. However, it is not the only factors needed."

"To achieve and sustain humanity throughout is itself a

success. Money, fame and power might be the part of

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this journey, and its importance varies accordingly, but
these are not so necessary."

"Success is when you look back into your life and see
yourself standing in a place where you have overcome
those hardships. Success is also when you find yourself
around people and compare that time when no one was
around you.

Yes, money, fame and power are important and

mandatory to one to become successful, but people who
become successful without all these are the ones who
are successors PERIOD."

These responses proved that everyone has their own

definition of success, and it is not just limited to the
definition fed into our brains by society. Remember,
success is not how the society describes it or what other
people tell you, you define your success yourself.

When you say "I want to be successful", ask yourself

what you want. Your cousin graduated from Harvard
University and is now working in a big company. In
contrast, you went to a Community College, and now
you are working in a local store does not mean he is
successful, and you are not. Success is doing little things

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that make you happy and gives you a feeling of inner
peace, success is what makes you proud of yourself, and
success is always doing your best and believing in
yourself. The happiness you feel when you make the
perfect cake after failing three times is what real
success is, it’s the moment you feel that you have
achieved something.

"Failure is the key to success; each mistake teaches us

something" ~ Morihei Ueshiba.

When someone tries something and fails once or twice,

they tend to give up and think of themselves as failures.
Whereas what they don't understand is that you will
never learn how to be successful without failures
because every time you fail, you learn a new lesson that
helps you repeat the mistakes and be better.

If you want to be successful, you need to define your

success since it is an individual concept. You are the
only one who can define and design your success and
make changes to it as per your liking, and no one can
stop you from being a successful person.

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 Karthikeyeni R

She is a freelance Writer with an experience of

fifteen years as a facilitator of English Language.

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 Solitude is Divine...
Are you scared of being alienated? Of course, that is the
greatest fear in this society of ours. It has become a
weapon in hands of many to humiliate another human.
Is this evil trait glorified as being street smart? Humans
losing their humanity and looking down upon their
victim, choking the very essence of confidence out of
their life is a shocking but pathetic reality of today's
world. Do you feel crushed when targeted? Yes, that's
right. Isn't that the normal reaction of a so-called
normal human! Bulling has become a social norm,
alienating the usual aftermath of the alienation. God is
the only person to welcome us with an outstretched
hand and embrace our sobbing heart. This lockdown
was a blessing to an alienated soul of mine, which
rejoiced at the isolation from other bullies. The time
with sweetest humans was the perfect gift from the
Almighty. It healed the bruised heart filled with scars of
doubt, questioning the presence of God. Solitude
hushed the ranting and created a perfect communion
with God. Now the heart longs for this wonderful,
soothing solitude and far away from the bullies, cradling
in the arms of silence.

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 Shaistha tabassum

She is a content writer and a blogger mom exploring

parenting and passionate about presenting my writings
aesthetically which gives motivation.

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 KUBRA - the height of success :

There was a little girl named Kubra, she was the only
daughter of her parents when she was at the age of 4,
doctors said that she is a child with down syndrome, her
parents were so optimistic, they had a strong believe
that Kubra is going to be a successful person.
They joined Kubra in a very popular school to educate
her, she went to school daily but her performance was
so poor that her teachers used to yell on her, her friends
used to humiliate her, she felt bad about it and used to
discuss her problems with her parents, kubras parents
used to say her"people will criticize and people will
misjudge you but it must never dishearten you, take the
strength from negativity by being patient and work hard
to achieve your goals" these lines of her parents
inspired Kubra and she started to work on her
weaknesses.
Kubra always used to obey her parents, even with
continuous failure of Kubra her parents were happy
with Kubra as she was so obedient daughter, she
struggled and reached to secondary school and the time
for annual examination came and unfortunately, she
was failed, and the management of school decided to
expel her as she is not fit as other students because that
school was in hunger of just popularity, they were really
worried about their fame.
As Kubra was expelled from renowned school it was
difficult for her to get admission in other schools, she
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nights, her parents wanted her to be happy they tried to
reach out to various universities for her studies but
there was no response for her seat from those
universities.
One night Kubra was sobbing as she felt very weak, at
that time her parents came to her and made her calm
by saying "no matter if you are not in a school to learn
you are still a learner and you can prove the world to be
a best learner as you have no boundaries set now you
are free to learn excel yourself, experiment yourself and
find your inner strengths.
At that time Kubra was so happy and she started to
learn by herself various subjects with the help of her
parents, later on they hired a private tutor who was also
an optimistic person, within few years Kubra started
making research on her favourite subject
pharmaceutical, and later on she became a
pharmaceutical scientist and made a useful drug or
medicine that cured dreadful diseases.

She became a best social worker as she served various

needy, so the moral of this is "hardship is the first step
of success, failures give strength to find out the best
inside the soul, every person can be successful but the
person need to build the habit of never to give up".

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 Priyadarshini Mallick

A girl who loves phanerogams, poetry and pringles.

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 BELIEF

I believe in magic, I believe in fairies, unicorns, and

moonbeams. Rapunzel's tower and her magical long
blonde hair, Greedy mother gothel captivated her for
years which isn’t fair. I believe In magic, I believe in
tales, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” said the Queen.
“Who is the fairest of them all?“Snow White is the
fairest of them all!” said the Magic Mirror. A bite from
the poisoned apple left the dwarfs in terror. I believe in
magic, I believe in stories, Just like how Cinderella found
her prince, But a shoe was all it took to convince. I
believe. I really do, But the thing with magic, The
endings are tragic, And I ended up with you.

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 Yash Bhatnagar

He is Yash Bhatnagar, hailing from the City of Lakes,

Udaipur. First Year Law Student from Dr. Ram
Manohar Lohiya National Law University, Lucknow.
He is a singer, writer, debater and a social enthusiast.
Founder of a Parliamentary debating organisation
’Udaipur Diplomacy Summit’

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 Chaos Theory: The Butterfly Effect
Chaos theory simply suggests that what appears to most
people as chaos is not really chaotic, but a series of different
types of orders with which the human mind has not yet
become familiar." ~ Frederick Lenz The ambiguity in the
above-slated quote is interesting, isn’t it? That one order of
your action(s), which could have decided the course of
events in your life, for which you are either grateful or cry
your nights out? Like a command thrown to the wiring of
your brain, of how it should perceive and go-ahead to
perform an act or a task? This is where our topic of concern
begins. "Chaos Theory: The Butterfly effect". What does it
mean? Simply, it addresses you, as the creator of your own
valor or downfall. An automated type-writer of your
autobiography. What the "theory" says that it’s not ‘a power’
controlling you from strings, or giving you certain holographic
messages about the next turn you should take, but It’s your
own series of actions that will create what you will call "The
Future". Why should one know about the Chaos Theory?
Well, this question does not have a significant answer but to
encompass the basis behind it, is that you and everyone
around you, knowing and unknowingly, are in the loop of this
chaos theory. From that one glass of water you broke due to
the incapability of your distracted hand to carry it, or that
one specific ‘line of argument’ you presented in the Final
rounds of you National Level Debate on which the
Adjudicator marked you less. All had its alternatives, all could
have been escaped, but the order did not allow you to. It is
very equivocal to disregard the concept of power and ‘the
one’ in the paragraph above and talk about order and
commands in the other, but that’s what this theory and
article deals with. I like to call it the ‘Christopher Nolan

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Theory’, open-ended, highly confusing, and conspiracy
theories and interpretations are most welcomed! Does this
effect draw a parallel with the theory of ‘Karma’? The
‘boomerang’ concept in our lives. What goes around, comes
around. The answer again very ambiguously is, Yes and No.
Yes, because both Chaos Theory and Karma deals with a
specific action being performed and its outcome on one’s
life. No, because Chaos Theory deals with an order which sets
the course of events in your life whereas Karma is ‘Tit-for-
Tat.’ Striking a perfect balance between the two
embodiments is an answer hidden in the psychoanalysis of
both, but that’s a talk for some other day. But what’s the
point Yash? Of knowing the theory, of analyzing it, or just to
get a knack of it per se? So its not the concept that I am
trying to preach here, the point I am trying to make is as to
how the theory, on a spiritual level, enlightens the concept of
self-awareness and acceptance. By saying that, I in no way
advocating the factor as to “jo muqaddar mein likha hai, wahi
milega” (pretentious huh) but I am hoping the readers to
understand as to how Chaos Theory could be utilized in a
way to learn from mistakes, pinpoint the positives,
accumulate both virtues and vices, and then move forward. It
also reminds us that it’s okay to take risks. The probability
would either directly fall in your favor, or the life would go in
vertigo. But believe me or not, with little control and self-
awareness, one could easily bounce back on their feet, no
matter what side you have chosen and no matter what
actions your order has commanded upon you. It also
showcases as to how big this universe is. How multiple
actions are deciding one or many lives. How that one policy
of the government, drastically changed lives of millions,
which can either lead to a mind-numbing protest or heartfelt
appreciation. It's basically like that dice of Ludo, it could be a

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6, it could be a one. The thing one should be aware of, is that
a six won’t work when you are just one block away from
home and one would delight you only when an opponent’s
token is in the block next to yours. Let’s take a bright and
nostalgic example of the same. Let me take back you to Class
X or IX (pardon my memory), in the NCERT textbooks of the
English Literature, where Robert Frost, hopefully,
contemplated that: “I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a
wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has
made all the difference.” Well, the road not taken could be
any road here. Might be trodden, wore off-road
(Monotonous actions with monotonous results which you
chose to land safe) or might be the grassy, green lush path(
novel and imaginative actions which could either make you
soar high like an eagle or struck you down like a knockout
punch would do). The choices you make today will rewrite
your future (yes, re-write!) but no matter what choices your
mind’s archetype allows you to follow the order would finally
be yours, in any case. You may take the new route or be
gallant enough to perform a leap of faith. In any way, with
some sense of self-understanding, nurtured with pragmatic
advices, the destination you want to reach would be same or
may change on your way cannot say. All learning about Chaos
theory will do is to put you on the driving seat of your car of
life, what way you go doesn’t matter, but it won’t be
directionless, and hence this article, like that top from
Inception ( 2010 ) is still spinning. So as mentioned above,
comments, oppositions, conspiracy theories? Most welcome.

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 Juveriya Begum

With various indescribable experiences of life, she imprints

those feelings on the pieces of paper. The right way to
bleed through ink is what she believes in. Co-author of
some more similar anthologies and also the winner of some
public speaking and debate competitions.

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 DREAMER!

Into a world I enter where my life knows no pain,

A world from where my sadness can very easily drain!

Where my eyes shine as bright as a diamond, Where

I'm being positioned as high as a Raymond.

I'm that one dreamer of this nature,

Who carries a vision in her eyes of her owned world's
perfect miniature.

Where my smile reveals the condition of my heart,

Where there is nothing called as destiny which can set
up apart!!

Where my mind doesn't work in a scientific way,

Where after people's elimination memories don't
stay!

I'm that one dreamer of this nature,

Who carries a vision in her eyes of her owned world's
perfect miniature !!

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 Tooba Manal Sohel

So aint true love about fixing issues? Humans are inherited to

make blunders. So aint it the most romantic love which
wants to make mistakes wants to fall apart wants to love
wants to break - but each time wants to fix .
Ill hold your hand to fix every broken part of your love - for
you a thousand times.
Tooba Manal Sohel is a hopeless romantic fictional writer and
is currently working as Social Media Marketing manager.
Tooba is a blogger, writer/poet and an artist.
-elicafrank

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 For you a thousand times

For the first time i saw you

I knew it was love at first sight
Cuz you were a bundle
Of every emotion packed just right

Loving you is not renounce

To my dreams for you;
It´s to awake from my dreams
With you,
Held by your hand
Parade you as only mine,
And to be loved by you
For a thousand time.

Just when i declared my soul

Exclusively yours -
U broke me, you left me.
You were my sun and my moon,
You were every star in my dark sky.
And you decided to walk away
Isn't that bizarre?

But true love has a habbit of coming back,

You and I locked in an everlong dream.
That’s when i knew i could forgive you
A thousand times.
That’s when i knew i could love you
A thousand times.

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 Adela L. Kingsley

Adela is a 16 year-old aspiring writer from Hong Kong.

Writing is like therapy to her and she hopes that her
words can bring hope to readers who are going through
a hard time, and to let them know they’re not alone.
Adela is a fun loving happy person full of life.

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 Ignite together

We were a fire, you and I.

You were burning the East
while I was burning the West,
both burning down cities as revenge
on those who had done us no harm.

We burned down cities just to be rid of our pain,

until one day we crashed,
our flames merging into one.
Tried to push each other away,
wanting our own flame back,
but then we realized it is by burning together,
we ignite the brightest flame.
And it is by igniting together,
we truly get rid of our pain in each others’ embrace.

-Adela

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 Ronnel David

Putting thoughts to words comes naturally to Ronnel who is a

businessman by profession who loves to write. Ronel is a
published writer, he has co-authored a couple of anthologies,
namely 'Nirvana' compiled by Bhavya Betty and 'Treasure of
Love' compiled by Somya Tyagi and a few more which are in
waiting to be published. He says that 'he believes in showing
the world what he thinks, especially what he feels is right'.

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 In You I Have Found

Telling you what you mean to me

The hardest thing, is what it seems to be
Wouldn't know, how I could say to you
I need your smile, when my days are blue

How should I say, that you’re lips and mine

Wouldn't have met, if I wouldn't find
That solace, which I have found in you
From the day when I had, at first seen you

Suddenly, my whole world has changed

I believe, although it may seem as strange
That since you've come, to be in my life with me
My stars have been changing, their galaxies

True love, is what I have found in you

'Cause I can feel, it's for real, when you say, you love me
too
And I wouldn't want to lose, this precious love that I've
found
For, you're the reason that I believe, that there are
angels on this ground.

-Ronel David

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 Vier (Sewell L.Fernandes)

Sewell Lanisha Fernandes has staged her name as Vier,

an 18 years old poetry artist, who started her career as
an athlete. She always sinks herself into her own
writeups. Explroing new vibes and converting smile into
her writes, she is ahead with a big dream being as an
authorized poet and an author.

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 Thousand Miles

These days when I woke up

I cannot imagine you by my side
The pain in my heart moves to my eyes
Our sweet talks where did they lied.
At times I feel I'm lost in time
At which I won't able to see you anymore
Then I place my hand on my heart as its yours,
And make myself think positivity adore.
Missing your
Smile that shines more than 100 volts
Eyes brighter than the sun.
You know how badly i feel about you
Feeling your scent beside me is like hope now.
Wanted to spend the rest of my time with you
But it's so hard to do when i can't even be next to you.
Even though you aren't here
My love for you won't be less
I'll keep on thinking us, thinking about you,
Until you arrive back home soon.

- Vier

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 Dushyanth Rao

A co-founder of an advertising agency for the last three

years with the aspirations of becoming a renowned
author in the future. Writing resurrected in my life after
my therapist asked me to start writing again, but this
time for myself. This was a step towards my healing
process and this, in turn, became a part of my life. The
pandemic, the lockdown, and some coaxing from my
friends made me decide to showcase the world my way
with words through poetry. This is when I created my
page under the name "Chronicled Chaos". From being a
hobby to being one of my prominent ways of
expression, writing has helped me open the floodgates
of my thoughts, enabling me to write about things I
truly feel about. I hope I am able to help you see what I
see, maybe more.

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 RESTART

If only I could show you,

What's in my heart,
Maybe, you'd see clearly,
Maybe, you'd never be apart,
Maybe, you'd see right through all the compromise,
Maybe, you'd push through, to restart,
Maybe, you'd choose to be truly happy,
Maybe, you'd help me make our everlasting
masterpiece,
Our priceless art.

Restarting is tough,
Believe me, I know,
Been there, done that,
More times than I can count,
That I'm certain of
But, this time is different,
This time is unique,
For,this time is the forever I've been looking for,
The last piece of puzzle,
To complete me,
Proving that the universe has its ways to ensure,
That life, with all its uncertainties,
Has a silver lining for you to find,
For you to seek.

-Dushyant

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 Rawish Zaidi

Rawish Zaidi is an Indian author Her work across

multiple disciples broadly addresses narratives of
human experience. She writes poems, which,
considering where you’re reading this, makes perfect
sense. She is best known for her free verse, heart-
wrenching poems, which she writes to reach out to
people she cannot physically meet. she is studying her
Bachelor’s in Audiology and Speech-Language
Pathology.

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 Lumos

What have I to offer?

Just a flicker to barely erase your monotony.

While I get exhausted.

I watch in awe.
The robust nucleus that lies within.
To give endless bliss to the universe.

A galaxy in yourself.
Full of fire.
Enough to be someone's light as much as their warmth.

Lying in the corner of a room that smells of musk.

I wonder.
Like a spell wanting to be cast.
You're magic
.
And all I can offer.
Is barely a flicker

- Rawish Zaidi

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 Zainab murtaza Kothari

A true and happy soul to experience her true feelings

with heart touching words. She is a teacher and likes to
read romantic novels. She is creative in her world of
words.
Love in an Anthology.. now available in amazon through
Zainab
Love in an Anthology……..

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Love is a belief to stay Love is a feeling till the ray.
Love is the trust that we have for each other.
Love is when we hold each other in arms together.
Love is to express the feelings der beneath.
Love is to stay alive even after death.
-Zainab

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 Chrisma Rose Babu
Chrisma Rose Babu is a writer from God's own country
Kerala, India. Always keeping the tranquil nature to gain
agile with glimmers. Wish to live the obsequious life
with eternal happiness. Chrisma is a Post Graduate in
Physics, though the universe still aspires to be a
successful writer.

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 SOULMATES' ROSARIUM !
Furies all over ,fussing around,

Branches grown on glasses slightly,

Shadowed the years in a hurry.

Once, deprived of thoughts, found

Hushed upon the faded moonlight,

Appealed on someone's lure.

Scrolled through, stucked at one,

Thought of falling somewhere beneath.

Wavered eyes throbbed verily,

For those lovely exquisite cheeks.

Seraphs singing all around,

Galaxies whirling vibrantly,

Fireflies danced with prosperity.

Splendour minds clasped in dark,

Gleaming screen gazed at each,

Sprouted notions of naivety ,

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Pining to sense together at once .

Longing for months, valued intensely,

Sparkling conversations beyond.

Night, fawned with stars and them,

Charmed with animations overloaded,

Delicated the vigour sense of richness.

Quirky starting responded for hours,

At last found the grace of morning star.

Favoured upon each one's pretty heart,

Subdued under pure freshness.

Influenced by equivalence of dialogues,

Altered the ideals of luck.

Days and nights passed by,

Gist get defined as soulmates !

Not a facade, nor a disguised,

Still they are of same wavelength,

Flashed with blessedness.

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Anodyne voices whispered for first time,

Stayed in happiness often,

Yenned to see in between.

Topics varied, outlining aspects quickly,

Slipped towards the secrecy,

Sidled slowly and gaped in sudden.

Standing at the peak with harmony,

Goggled in the darkness, worthless!

Stirring skills overlaid passionately.

Merging relished zeals superbly,

Began the real beauty aftermath.

Being a drunken, dreaming always,

Cheered with complied perceptions,

Thrilled by the benevolent creature.

They bring forth, style of gladful excitements,

Forming a skillful essence of attraction,

Shooted a glowful mania of affection.

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Truly, they loved each other over network,

Alike dialogues texted rapidly,

But rooted upon innocent heartbeats.

Frenzy smilies accelerated,

Hastened replies sterilized them,

Flapped under the outlined minds.

Initiated with unknown stupidity,

Still running as enduring merries.

No interruptions welcomed here,

It's a network of intimated closeness .

Solitude ended for both .

Scheduled hours of romance warmth ever,

Urged to fulfill aims of both.

Delusions excluded , excitements hid,

Sincerity pursued for long time.

Drifted through fairy tales ,

Framed by themselves whole night,

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Dynamism viewed at daylight.

Screenshots of red roses posted,

From the day, the soulmates identified.

Glanced at those magnetic messages,

Charismatic constancy observed ,

Expose the real bonding spirit modernised.

Obsequious tantalizing presence of each,

Fascinated to see offline ,

In their rosarium as one soul !

- CHRISMA

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 Rashida
Rashida is a teenager with lots of dreams.
A proud DAWOODI BOHRA and an INDIAN. She loves
writing, reading, cycling and adventures
Rashida is a fun-loving person. She is still studying and
aspiring to be a published writer soon.

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 OLD ROMANTIC LOVE❤

No! Romance isn't only for young man

If they wish even old man can
After years when their family breaks
In their house they are alone when

Thier way of romance is different a bit

But i love the way they express it
Without saying a word how they prove
For me the couple will be always a hit

Women serving her men bed-tea

Reading the letters they wrote before
Singing their favorite song on shore
Their warm hugs gave a different feel
Recalling their journey and much more
Kissing her forehead everynight will be
Caring about medicines and stuffs
Serving each other good meal they see

Those long walks in Evening Park

Sitting tirely on the bench when dark
Her head on his shoulder is best place
Sitting with hand in hand in the park

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They did mention each other in prayers
Their Love has not been less in years
According to me this is real romance
For whole life they lived without barriers

These are the best days of one's life

Created memories with beautiful wife
This will be the real romantic love
With no tension and fear in thier life.

-Rashida

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 Ubah Hussien
Ubah Hussien is a full time university student studying
English language and literature. Aspiring writer, she has
already published poetry in different anthologies and is
hoping to find more writing opportunities. She is
passionate about writing stories and continues to find
inspiration to write. Ubah aims at becoming a successful
writer.

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It was a cool, windy day in the streets of London. It was
neither freezing cold nor boiling hot.People were out
and about enjoying what could be the perfect weather
in a long time. A young teenaged girl was living in
London . Her name was Alesha Robinson. Alesha was
known in the city for being a feisty young lady and had a
tendency of always showing off her future plans to
people that always underestimated her. She claimed
that she was going to do everything from launching her
own business empire to traveling around the world to
owning a mansion. But there was one thing she
promised herself she will never ever do. She was never
going to get married. “But why?” exclaimed her best
friend Monica shockingly.What’s wrong with getting
married?!” also questioned by Monica. “Everything”
replied Alesha in a firm way. “Many marriages end in
divorce any not to mention what happened to my
parents. Since then marriage has been out of the
question, I am going to be an independent woman.”
There was a silence.An awkward silence. Alesha clearly
had a difficult life. Both her parents had been constantly
arguing every single day. It got to the point where her
father abused her mother eventually leading to their
divorce perhaps this is the reason why Alesha did not
want to get married. She did not want to go through the
same thing her mother did. The trauma she faced when

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seeing her mother all helpless put her off from being in
future relationships. Later that day when she was going
out with Monica, she noticed something weird about
Monica. She was fidgeting a lot. She looked as if she was
bursting with news. Alesha felt suspicious. “Why are you
acting weird for?” It was clear she couldn’t contain her
excitement. It was obvious by her facial expressions that
she was ecstatic... “I’ve met someone ! I’ve met
someone!” shouted Monica. She was running towards
Alesha with wide arms.Judging from Monica’s facial
expressions, Alesha assumed she met a young man. She
was shocked. She was angry. She was upset. “How,
when, where?!” she shouted. “Why did you not tell me
about this person?” Monica, whilst trying to calm Alesha
down stated “we were friends at first and then we just
started seeing each other more and eventually started
dating.” While Monica continued talking about her new
man James, Alesha began to think about her own past.
Her relationship with her parents.Her parents’
relationship with each other. This traumatic experience
haunts her till this day. She decided to walk away. Walk
away from relationship talk from her own best friend.
Alesha went through a journey filled with rocks, plants
and other forms of greenery. The park is often seen as
one that is not often visited by those who prefer to be
in places that are public.The trail is bleak ,dark and

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severely abandoned by those who do not wish to take
care of it.Leaves are turning black and left to decay.The
park barely has any light or color.Dark and decayed the
park has become. Lifeless. That’s how Alesha felt. Dull
and unhappy. She felt the whole world was going
against her. Her best friend was spending too much with
James. Her father passed away and was left with no one
but her stepmother who turned out to be horrible. She
had no one to turn to.As she walked away, she saw a
young man around her age. He was tall, handsome and
could easily pose as a male model. He was reading a
book about starting your own business globally. This
somehow caught the attention of a surprising
Alesha.However, before she could think of moving , the
young man approached her. “Hey, my name is Holden , I
see you looked interested in my book.” Both Holden
and Alesha inevitably had a moment of glory and
happiness in their eyes. They somehow found each
other looking at each other as if they were in love.

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 KIRAN B
Kiran B. a software engineer during the day and a Poet
by night. Procrastination + Food is my Life. The journey
of my Writing is whole lot of a roller coaster ride,
turning to and fro from being melancholic to passionate.
Thankfully, now I can say that am a passionate writer.
All I believe in is to be REAL and RAW in a world like this,
where faking a smile is acceptable but being vulnerable
is a sign of weakness.

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Leap of Faith
Was standing at the cliff
I knew it was just a
Leap-Of-Faith
one jump &
Either a fly or a drown
would prosper
the result was obvious,
& drown. Giggled behind me,
cause I knew
it would swallow me up,
it would take me in,
it would eat me live,

Tried to swim on the tune of dancing waves,

To and fro, shaping into crests and troughs
But, only to sink deeper and deeper
Drowning Drowning Drowning
Into the Ocean,
Into the Ocean of our
memories-painted-in-Love

My Heart pumped blood at the speed of light,

Rapidly rapid! But nervous enough
to show, to express, to outburst,
What Exactly It Felt

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cause fear of being-left-out reached its threshold
& I couldn't help it,

& I couldn't say it,

For one time in my life,

I wished for Fiction to take place over Reality,
For one last time in my life,
I wished to give it my all,
All my unsaid Love for you,
All my bottled-up emotions & feelings.

But all I ever did was

Stayed numb with clenched lips & tight fist,
Such a paranoid of a person I am!

-KIRAN.B

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 Prithiviraj
Prithiviraj Kulkarni is from Bangalore, India. He is
currently working as a content producer at Vijaybhoomi
University, Mumbai, where he crafts and produce
content for social media platforms. He is extremely
passionate about writing as writing is best way to convey
emotions. He writes in Hindi and Urdu as well.

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 RIZI AND HER WORLD
Rizi, the bee, and the Gods Rizi, a soft-spoken angel,
buried deep into the closet of heavens was one day
swayed by the idea stepping out of the closet; after all,
she had a world before her to explore. The honeybee
residing beside her, a veteran for having seen the world
she aspired to see now, warned her against her
bravado. The bee did not want Rizi to see the world for
all its despair and dismay. It didn’t leave a moment in
time to resist her quest to explore. “I do deserve to step
out, don’t you believe?” asked Rizi. But the bee had
seen the tragedy befall upon the mortal kingdom; it
knew how time claimed the bravest of souls. Rizi was a
gorgeous angel, and the bee wanted her to prosper
within the protective walls of the closet. “Look…look
there she goes, stepping out of her closet, as she tiptoes
into the mortal world. Oh! Oh! I couldn’t hold her back.
Forgive me, Gods of heaven, for I could not hold your
beloved angel behind…” “It is her mind, she is so
obstinate; she insists on watching the world in its truest
form. She eavesdropped the words bespoken up here;
she has witnessed the creations of the nature. She has
been amongst the flock of birds soaring into the skies;
she was there when the sun shone in the bright eyes;
she heard the forests howl; traversing the dark like a
midnight owl. She was there when we, the Gods,
blessed the mankind; she was bemused at the sight of
varied kinds…She is intrigued by the falling stars,
lettering her desires through her deepest scars...She

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can’t be stopped. She was destined to witness the
manifestation.” “But she cannot bear the brunt of the
destruction, can she? She cannot see the fallen tower of
mankind; darkness hovering around the brightest
light…Cries of mothers, fears of daughters, disdain
desires, polluted waters…She cannot befriend a soul, a
corrupt intent awaits her demise. She is an angel, she is
beautiful, and she is sanctified by your divine prayers.
Stop her while you can oh mighty lords of heavens. I
wish not to see her fall like a drop from colossal clouds.”
Rizi, meanwhile dressed like a maiden, smiled coast to
coast with absolute joy. She was stepping out of the
closet, for she was encrusted there for a million years.
She concerned not one bit with the bee, and hence she
began her journey to the world she couldn’t wait to see.
She traveled across countries and continents – she was
unaware of the divide. She was caught off-guard, but
her will was akin to a raging tide. She was amused at the
bling; the clothing; the fashionable icons - she thought
she could do only so much to catch up with the trendy
falcons. She moved across, but terrified was she to
witness the barely-covered bodies, crippling with pain,
twitching in hunger, eyes swelled with gloom - she could
not believe the difference for she thought it was the
same flower striving to bloom. She saw the corrupt, the
conniving masters reprimanding their workers. There
was filth, shame, hate and leprous lurkers. She saw
women next, tormented at every juncture. She
wondered how that could happen - Where was their
culture. VULTURES! She whimpered! She did not expect

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the turmoil unravel in this fashion - she was instantly
reminded of every word of warning by the bee as she
slumped into the dilapidated cushion. She prayed to the
Gods, wondering what went wrong. Gods smirked at
her innocence, for they knew about the dread that had
thronged. She prayed to be sent to back to the closet,
teary-eyed throughout. The bee just appeared then,
placating her fraught. “You should have listened; a
lesson you learned, albeit the hardest way! The world is
not what you assumed it to be, dying corpse decaying as
they lay” She nodded, the poor bedazzled angel; she
thought of the roses, only to know that she had just
walked on the bed of thorns.

@pvkyouknow

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 Mohd. Azhar
Mohd Azhar is from Mumbai. He is a student of Diploma
Engineering from Jamia Millia Islamia University. He
wants to be an engineer though his passion is to be a
psychologist. He likes to travel, write, and meet new
people to explore different aspects of human behaviour
and learn more about the psychology.

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 La Vie Continue
The usual first day for me in the Patricia school of
robotics it seems new for me no matter how beautiful
or dull. I need to attend the lecture, so I entered in my
class my eyes trailing over everyone looking for a friend
I found a girl I only got a glance of her side face she was
on a call talking with someone with sweet smile then
my eyes locked with her eyes and it felt to me like time
stopped she wasn't speaking a single word on call it was
like we both stuck in that moment and then I seen her
rabbit tooth I was about to burst into laughter but I hold
it in and turned my face from her and get busying
myself in the social media. Next morning I went to class
early the same girl entered in the class approaching
towards me busy on a call a feeling of hesitation arose
in me and I got up from my seat and try to walk but she
said, " Hey, Stewart wait I have a news for you that you
didn't submitted the identity form . I replied in shyness,
okay I will do it today. The professor entered in class
and told us to make a group for project. After listening
this, I want her to be in my group and finally this
happened my heartbeat changed drastically because of
happiness when I heard Hazel woods is in my group and
we both have been so close through the project. We
operated machine like on one side of padel she put her
leg and second side I put my leg we both pressed and
operated machine calmly our project was good in
among all students we get A+ grade .The sun dusk and
we both went for coffee I literally lost myself in her eyes

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she said, " hey Stewart, let's go home .We both walking
together ,her shoulder touched to mine I feel like a
spark inside my body, a feeling where my soul wants to
shout emphatically that I love you Hazel woods your
eyes, ohh damm! attractive I see the whole universe
inside in your eyes, your lips just like petals of rose your
face blooming,your body always give a goosebumps to
me, when I see your smile my heart skips to beats, your
soul always influence me to spend my whole life with
you. Then suddenly her phone rings and I woke up from
my imagination world she picked up the call and said
yes, I'm at st petersburg station don't worry I'm coming.
Then she said to me that my boyfriend on call worrying
about me every time. When I heard this I felt like I'm
drowning in the deep dark valley of loneliness where I
growling in the pain no one's there to heal my scars, the
train stopped at grant road we exit from train, I saw that
her bf was waiting for her .She introduced me with his
boyfriend, name is Robert twins he said come with me I
will drop you I replied with a smile it's okay I have some
work here , Robert get inside the car then Hazel come
close to me and whispered in my ears he is my
boyfriend I can't cheat with him, so goodbye and always
maintain your seducing smile on your face and she
entered in the car and they get away. Then snowfall
started I was in sad mood crossing the road a car hits
me and I felt down on street the car stops and girl
camed out she recognized me she said," hey Stewart
see I'm sciya Parker your batchmate open your eyes, I
was feeling dizziness and also pain she helped me to

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stand up she hugs me tightly and said I'm sorry Stewart
I'm busy on phone and driving thank God you're fine she
put her jacket on my body and then she opened the
door of car and I slept on the backseat of the car.

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 Salman Adam
Salman Adam is a versatile person who writes poet,
story ans also a very good storyteller. He is a B.Com
graduate. He wants to be an entrepreneur and is
currently on his Startup.

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 A Secret Crush
Her polished nails
Her curly hair.
Her glooming face
I used to chase.

Her looks made me believe in love at first sight,

Her smile made me fall in love every day & night.
In school, she passes by me every day
And I await words she'll never say.

She have taken over my mind

When I was just in class nine.
There her laughter which I couldn't ignore
Cause that made me want her even more.

Hiding behind the tree I used to look at her,

Though I felt nervous to go near her.
She was like a candle light
For my every lonely night.
My mind was so crowded with reflections of her
Did she had any idea how much I think of her?
My heartbeat begins to race
Whenever I imagine her smiling face

I always wanted to be part of her heart

So together we never be apart.

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I hope one day she come to realize
How perfect she seems through my eyes.

Every chances I had got I

I chose to stare at her a lot.
She was just herself & nothing less
All the guys she seem to impress.

But I wasn't the one she admires

Then I saw the guy for whom she has desires
I saw her falling for someone
Though I couldn't say as I was no one

Then I convinced my heart, that you weren't that

unique
No point of heart break there will be another Crush
next week…….

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 Mansi Srivastava

मानसी श्रीवास्तव मूल रूप से गोरखपुर, उत्तर प्रदेश की िै ।

उन्िोंने ने रसायन हवभाग से परा स्नातक स्ट. हवल्फ्रे ड कॉलेज
जयपुर से ककया िै। वि अपनी पी .एच डी की पढाई बी.ई. टी,
मेसरा से कर रिी िै । वि एक प्रवक्ता बनना चािती िै। वि एक
राष्ट्रवादी िै जो देश (समाज) को आगे बढाने िेतु उपयोगी कायय
करना चािती िै।

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 इज़हारे -ए-इश्क
मैं कौन हं, तुम जानते िो, शायद,

लेककन, मैं वो निीं जो तुमसे हमली थी, मैं तो वो हं जो आज तक

तुम्िारे सामने निीं आई,

तुम्िें देखती हं तो उस मैं का मन बािर आने को करता िै पर, वो

दूसरी मैं उसे रोक लेती िै,

वो, मैं निीं हजसे तुम जानते िो बहल्फ्क मैं वो हं हजससे तुम कभी
निीं हमले,

मैं वो निीं जो तुम्िे कदखती हं, मैं वो हं जो तुमसे हिपती िै, डरती
िै कयूंकक अगर वो मैं तुमसे हमली तो तुम मुझसे दूर िो जाओगे,

मैं वो निीं जो लोगो से लड़ती हं, मै वो हं जो मन िी मन डरती हं,

मैं वो निीं जो िमेशा िंसती हं, मैं वो हं जो कदल दुखने पर रोती

हं,

मैं वो निीं जो तुमसे झड़गती हं, मै वो हं जो तुमसे बहुत प्यार

करती हं,

ये मैं तो चािती िै तुमसे गुस्सा िोना किर तुम इसे मनाओ, पर

वो मैं किती िै कौन िै वो तेरा ज़रा बताओ?

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वो मैं किती िै इज़िार करूं, पर ये मैं डरती िै तुम्िारे इनकार
से,

किा ना मैं वो निीं जो कदखती हं, निीं हं हिम्मती बस एक

साधारण डरपोक सी लड़की हं ,

कै से कहं तुम पे िोने लगा िै ऐताबार मुझे, रिना चािती हं अब

बस साथ तेरे ,

तुमसे दूर रिना गवारा निीं, पर साथ भी तो तुम्िारा निी

तुम दोस्त िो हसिय दोस्त मेरे, ये भी तो मैंने कभी स्वीकारा निीं,

जानते िो ककतने बेचैन िोता िै ये कदल जब निीं देखता तुम्िें,

पता निीं कयों पर इतना चािता िै तुम्िे,

ये प्यार िै या कया एिसास िै, निीं जानती,

पर कोई डोर सी िै जो मुझ,

े तुमसे िै बांधती ,

जजंदगी किा ले जाए कौन जाने, वक्त अकसर बदल देता िै जजंदगी
के मायने, देखो हज़न्दगी किा ले जाए, िम शायद कभी साथ िो
भी ना पाए,

तब तक यूं िी कहवताओं में कहंगी,

तुम मेरे न िो सके ना मैं तुम्िारी रहुंगी,

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पर किर भी िमेशा तुम्िे याद करूंगी,

िमेशा तुम्िें प्यार करूंगी ……..

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 इश्क . . .
कया ज़ज्बात िै ये इश्क भी , ना ये िोता , ना ये ददय
िोता ,

ना उनका ख्याल िोता , ना कदल बेकरार िोता ,

पर , कै सा िै ये इश्क भी ?

ना ये मुझसे हमलता , ना मैं खुद को खोता,

खुद को खोकर पाने का मज़ा , किर और किां हमलता ।

अब सोचती हं , अच्िा िै ये इश्क भी , कयोंकक

ये ना िोता , तो ना ये पन्ने िोते , ना उन पर मेरे

ख्याल ,

ना ये कलम िोती , ना िी हलखती उन पर अपने

ज़ज्बात ,

ना िी आप लोग िोते, जो मेरी कहवताऐं पढ के किते

कया बात , कया बात, कया बात ।

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 Satyam Mamgain
सत्यम ममगाईं, देिरादून से िै| वि भारतीय वायुसेना में
िै| उन्िें शायरी और गज़ल हलखने में कािी कदलचस्पी
िै।उन्िोंने हलखना कॉलेज के कदनों से शुरू ककया। अपने
ट्रेजनंग के कदनों में कािी कु ि हलखा िै, हजनमे से ये
कहवता कदल के कािी करीब िै। कहवता हलखने की
कला का इन्िें अपने हपताजी से हमली िै।

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 आत्माित्या
कयों जजंदगी से इस कदर िताश तू िै, जजंदा तू अभी, कयों बन
रिा िै लाश तू िै?

वि कौन सा डर जो तुझे यूं सता रिा, कयों सच्चाइयों से खुद को

तू िु पा रिा ?

कया बुझ गई वो आग तेरे सीने में िै, कया मजा यूं घुट घुट कर
जीने में ?

कयों अके लेपन में वक्त तू हबता रिा मैं खामोश कयों इस तरि ना
सच तू बता रिा िै ?

वि कौन सी वजि ये कदम जो तू उठा रिा कया भूल बैठा मां

बाप को जो तू िोड़कर जा रिा ?

बड़े लाड प्यार से मां बाप ने बड़ा ककया करजा उठाकर पढाया
तुझे अपने पैरों पर खड़ा ककया

वीर तू सपूत था कयों कायरों की भांहत मर रिा ऐसी कौन सी

व्यथा तुझ पर आ पड़ी जो तू यू डर रिा ?

एकता में शहक्त िै यि बात तू भूल रिा अके लेपन में कया हमलेगा
सच कयों ना ढू ंढ रिा?

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खुद पर कर भरोसा अपने िौसले से मात दे यू कायरता से निीं
मरना िै तो वीरों की भांहत जान दे

तू एक िाथ बढाएगा सो िाथ बढ उठें गे तू एक शमा जलाएगा सो

हचराग जल उठें गे

सर उठा नया सवेरा रुका िै तेरे इं तजार में तू खुद पर हवश्वास

रख गले लगा ले उसको प्यार से िै व्यथा मेरी कोई

शब्दों का खेल निीं िै सत्य वचन मेरे इन में कोई िरे ब निीं आज
इस कहव की कल्फ्पना को तुम भले नकार दो बस िो सके तो
इतना ककसी का जीवन तुम सवार दो।

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कु ि तुमने गलत समझा, कु ि मैंने गलत
बताया िोगा
कु ि तुमने गलत समझा कु ि मैंने गलत बताया िोगा

मोिब्बत से दूर भागते िो ककसी ने खूब सताया िोगा

यि जो गुलाब का िू ल तुम्िारे िाथों में िै

तुम्िें कया मालूम इसका कांटा िमने िटाया िोगा

यि जो राख के टु कड़े िवा में उड़ रिे िैं चारों ओर

यि मेरे जज्बात थे तुमने कागज समझ कर जलाया

िोगा

कदल में थी जो बातें वि िोठों तक ना आने दी

वो राज़ कदल का किां तुमने ककसी को बताया िोगा

मेरे बाद तमाम शख्स तुम्िारी जजंदगी में आए िोंगे

तुम्िारे बदन पर वो मेरी उं गहलयों का हनशान िु पाया

िोगा the_dark_words_._

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 Anshvi Shukla

अंशहव शुकला मूलरूप से नवाबों के शिर लखनऊ की

रिने वाली िैं और इस समय बारवीं कक्षा में अध्यन
कर रिी िै, यि अपने दैहनक जीवन व वातावरण से
प्रेररत िोकर अपनी कहवता व लेख हलखना पसंद
करती िैं | इनके अनुसार लेखन अपनी भावनाओ व
हवचारो को व्यक्त करने का सबसे उत्तम माध्यम िैं |

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 शिीद की कलम

शिीद-

की कलम उठा के कु ि बात हलखना चािती हं

जो शिीद हुए िैं वीर देश पर उनको सलाम करना चािती हं,

कक देश को िर मुहश्कल से बचाना कोई खेल तो निीं,

कक मरते तो सब िै मगर हतरं गे में हलपट कर सोना िर ककसी की

ककस्मत में तो निीं,

कक कदन-रात अपनों से दूर रिकर देश की सीमा पर खड़े रिना

यि वीरता सब में तो िै निीं,

तो बस आज मैं उनको शुकिया किना चािती हं,

की कलम उठा के कु ि बात हलखना चािती हं ,

जो शिीद हुए िैं वीर देश पर उनको सलाम करना चािती हं

कक कब गोली आए उनका सीना चीर जाए यि उनको पता निीं,

कक कब मौत से उनकी मुलाकात िो जाए और वि अपनों को यूं

िी पीिे िोड़ जाए इसका भी उनको कोई डर निीं,

कक कब जजंदगी उनका साथ िोड़ जाए उसका इन्िें कोई खौि िै

निीं, तो बस आज मैं उनको शुकिया किना चािती हं,

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कक कलम उठा कर कु ि बात हलखना चािती हं जो शिीद हुए िैं
वीर देश पर उनको सलाम करना चािती हं

की हजनकी वजि से िमारा आज और कल िै, की हजनकी वजि

से िमारी जजंदगी में आजादी का जश्न िै,

कक हजन वीरों की वजि से िमारे अपने िर त्योिार में हनडर

िमारे संग िैं, तो आज उन वीरों के नाम कु ि खास निीं बस
उनको नमन करना चािती हं,

कक कलम उठा के बस यिी हलखना चािती हं जो शिीद हुए िैं

देश पर उनको सलाम करके बस एक िोटा सा शुकिया किना
चािती हं|

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ख्वाब

आंखें बंद तो कर तू खुद से िी हमल जाएगा,

तोड़ दे सारी जंजीरे तू किर आजाद िो जाएगा,

मत सुन ककसी की तू, मत सुन ककसी की तू,

वरना खुद में िी किीं टू ट जाएगा,

सुनाने वाले तो तुझे सुनाएंगे, सुनाने वाले तो तुझे सुनाएंगे,

और चले जाएंगे कदल में तेरे टू टे ख्वाबों का जिां िोड़ जाएंगे, तू

रुकने की गलती मत करना,

तू रुकने की गलती मत करना, िंस कर िर िालात को पार

करना,

तू खुद िी अपने ख्वाबों को पंख लगाना अगर मजबूत हुए पंख

तो, तुझे उड़ाने परवर कदगार खुद िी आ जाएंगे|

anshvi____

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 Sangeeta Indutara

मैं राजस्थान के सीकर हजला से हं। मेरा जन्म 19 अकटू बर 1994

को हुआ। मैंने मेरा नाम संगीता इं दत
ु ारा रखा िै, हजसमे इं द ु मेरी
मम्मी और तारा मेरे पापा के नाम से हलया िै। मै जाहतवाद में
हवश्वास निीं रख कर, एक ईश्वर में आस्था रखती हं। और बस मै
चािती हं िर तरि प्यार िो, कोई भी ना तकरार िो और िर
स्त्री अपनी अंदरूनी शहक्त को जाने, अहवचल आगे बढे।

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 चल अब तूझे चलना िै

बािर के अंधेरो से तेरा कया िै, तुझे बस अपने अंदर के सवेरो से

जुड़ना िै,

िो ककतने भी भांहत भांहत के जीव बािर, तुझे अपने अंदरूनी

प्रकाश से सब को दूर करना िै चल अब तुझे चलना िै,

थोड़ा थोड़ा िी सिी िर कदम आगे रखना िै, रुक जो अब गई,

जी निीं पायेगी इन अंधेरो मे , जीना िै जो यिां तो खुद को आगे
रखना िै, चल अब तुझे चलना िै,

ख्वाहिशों के पदे हगराने िै, सोच के परे अब कु ि कर के कदखाना

िै, जज्बातों की यिां कदर निीं, जज्बातों को भुलाकर किीं दूर
इक आहशयां बसाना िै, चल अब तुझे चलना िै,

थोड़ा थोड़ा िी सिी िर कदम आगे रखना िै, बािर के अंधेरो से

तेरा कया िै, तुझे बस अपने अंदर के सवेरो से जुड़ना िै, चल अब
तुझे चलना िै,

थोड़ा थोड़ा िी सिी िर कदम आगे रखना िै।

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 मेरे सबसे हप्रय

सोच से तुम मेरे परे िो किर भी तुम मुझे सबसे हप्रय िो,

मेरे सवालों के जवाब तुमने हबना कु ि किे कदए किर भी वो

जवाब मेरी किानी बन गए,

ना तुमने कु ि किा ना मैंने कु ि सुना किर भी तुम मेरी मोिब्बत

बन गए,

देखा निीं तुम्िें कभी किर भी आंखो में तुम िी बस गए,

तेरी खुशबू को अपना गिना बना लुं तुझे अपनी िर इक श्वास में
बसा लूं,

कदया इस कदर तुने साथ मेरा की आये इक कदन वो सवेरा की

बस तू िी तू िो मेरा,

बस तू िी तू िो मेरा चला ये सफ़र कु ि इस क़दर की तुम मेरे

सब कु ि बन गए,

ए खुदा तुम मेरी हज़न्दगी बन गए।

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 मेरे कृ ष्ण

ख्वाबों के दरहमयां वो समाया िै,

नजरों में मैंने उसे बसाया िै,
कृ ष्ण - कृ ष्ण नाम से उसको पुकारा िै,
प्रेम का एक िोटा सा दीया मैंने जलाया िै,
िर श्वास में उसे पाया िै,
वो कृ ष्णा मेरे नैनो में समाया िै,
कभी नंदन कभी कृ ष्ण कभी राम नाम
उसका मेरी जुबां पर आया िै,
नाम से उसके मेरा कदल भर आया िै,
उसकी लीलाओं के आगे मैने अपना शीश झुकाया िै,
उसके प्रेम में खोकर िी मैंने खुद को पाया िै,
इस जग ने तो कभी रुलाया तो कभी िंसाया िै पर,
एक वो िी िै हजसने मुझे नींद से जगाया िै,खुद में
बसाया िै,
हजसने मुझे कदल की गिराइयों से अपना बनाया िै।
ले तेरी िो गई सांवरे तूने मुझे ररझाया िै,
इस प्रेम की ज्योत को आज मैने किर जलाया िै।
मीरा ना बन सकी तो कया हुआ,
तेरे देरहमयां मेरा नाम तो आया िै।।

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 Nikhil Waghela
Nikhil Waghela is from Gujarat. He has finished his
studies from Junagarh.He has studied B.Com, M.Com
and MBA. He is very efficient and spontaneous writer
who has been writing froma a very long time.

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 कया हलखूं ?

किर से सोचा और एक बात हलखूं

भावनाओं हलखूं या हस्थहत हलखूं... !!

मुझे अपने साथ अपना प्यार हलखने दो

िां मेरे िाथ में तेरा िाथ भी िै ... !!

मैं आपको किर से देखूंगा और अपने शब्द हलखूंगा

तारीि हलखूं या हशकायत हलखूं ... !!

मुझे आप के पीिे ख़ुद को आबाद हलखना िैं

िां, तनिाई में खुद को बरबाद हलखना िैं.. !!

तुनज दीन्ि खूद को रात हलखूं, बताओ आज कया हलखना

िै ... ???

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 आम की खुशबू

जैैसे-जैसे वर्य बीतेंगे, पक्षी तुरंत उड़ जाएगा

दोस्तों के जीवन में अनुकूल आम की खुशबू

अंदर आओ, एक नज़र रखना और खुद का आनंद लें!

यि मजेदार िै, यि मजेदार िै, यि सभी हशकायतें िैं

चािे आप इसे पसंद करें या निीं, किर से इसका आनंद

लें

आइए एक शब्द या एक नज़र के साथ संवाद करें

अगर आप िर कदन गंभीर िैं, तो आइए आज अपना

कदमाग लगाएं , और िंसें

बता दें कक िॉस्टल ने अस्पताल की यादों को ताजा कर

कदया

स्टे थोस्कोप के हबना आपके खुद के कदल की धड़कन सुनी

जा सकती िै

थमायमीटर के हबना तापमान पारा को मापें

ब्लडप्रेशर में ककसी को देखने से थोड़ा िकय पड़ेगा

कोई घर दोस्तों को सूहचत निीं करे गा

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 आओ, आज याद करो जब जीभ लड़खड़ाती िै

यि पसंद निीं आया, नमस्ते किना था, सुप्रभात बिन

िम डॉकटरों को शरीर, मन की बीमारी का पता िै

हनरीक्षण करना और परीक्षण नुस्खे हलखना

अंदर आओ, एक नज़र रखना और खुद का आनंद लें!

मुझे रोशनी हमलेगी, मैं सांस लूंगा, मैं अनुकूल िवा ले

जाऊंगा

गोली, तरल, इं जेकशन किीं वेंरटलेटर

बीच-बीच में िमारा हमलना-जुलना जीवन भर रिेगा

दौड़ के बीच में, चलो समय चुराते िैं

चलो, सब यादों के साथ गाते िैं

जब रं ग रं गों में रं गा हुआ अलग िो जाएगा

किर हमलते िैं, िम कब वापस आएंगे?

िम इन कदनों की स्मृहत को ध्यान में रखेंगे

दोस्तों के जीवन में अनुकूल, आम की खुशबू

vaghela6614_nikhil

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 Vishamy Kumar

हवस्मय कु मार, हजला जिानाबाद(हबिार) के रिने वाला

िैं। वि एक रं गकमी ,लेखक,गीतकार सि हनदेशक के
िैहसयत से मुम्बई शिर में स्वंतन्र रूप से कायय करता
हूँ। जब भी उनकी हज़न्दगी सामन्य से ज्यादा शांत
और हवचहलत हुई "कहवता" के रूप में हज़न्दगी का वो
हिस्सा उनके पास ठिर गया।उनकी कहवताओं में वो
सबकु ि िै जो सामान्यतः िमारे पास निी िोता
"स्वयं"।

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 अभी मैं इश्क़ में हं

अभी मैं इश्क़ में हं ये वक़्त इश्क़ का िै ये सवाल इश्क़ का िै,

ये खयाल इश्क़ का िै ये मलाल इश्क़ का िै,

ये जंजाल इश्क़ का िै अभी मैं इश्क़ में हूँ

अभी िर शौक़ इश्क़ का िै ,िर मौज इश्क़ का िै वक़्त के साए में

िर जौक इश्क़ का िै अभी मैं इश्क में हं

मान के ये बैठा उधर भी इश्क़ िोगा अंजान बन के बैठा उधर भी

इश्क़ िोगा मगर ये धुंध सा िै कु ि पार ना िै कदखता ये हक इश्क़
का िै ये झूठ इश्क़ का िै अभी मैं इश्क में हं

तेरा हिसाब मैं ना जानू तेरा नक़ाब मैं न जानू ये हचलमन की

इश्क़ ना जानूं तेरे मन की इश्क़ न जानू जानूूँ तो बस इतना की ये
इख़्तेयार इश्क़ का िै,

जानूूँ तो बस इतना की ये बाजार इश्क़ का िै बेचने को हबक जाऊं

मैं खुद इनके माकिक मगर ये जज़्ब इश्क़ का िै

ये नज़्म इश्क़ का िै ये राग इश्क़ का िै ये साज़ इश्क़ का िै अभी

मैं इश्क में हं ये भोलाभाला इश्क़ मैं तो कर गया यूूँ न िोनेवाला
इश्क़ मैं तो कर गया
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यूूँ जनता हं ये की ये व्यपार इश्क़ का िै , िैहसयत के दम पे
तकरार इश्क़ का िै

हजस्म की बहनस्पत िर इं कार इश्क़ का िै कया कोई यिाूँ पे

खरीदार इश्क़ का िै?

अभी मैं इश्क में हं…..

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 झीनी चादर

मेरे पास तो एक झीनी चादर िै,

हजसपे रात की चांदनी और रटमरटमाते तारे आकार ठिर जाते िैं

िौले बयार की थपकी चांदनी को हपघलाकर मेरे तन पर मल

देती िै

और तुम तारों को ढू ंढने आसमान की ओर उड़ चली किो

तो इस झीनी चादर तले कु ि सांस जी लें ,

मेरे पास बस यिी एक झीनी चादर िै,

मेरे पास बस यिी एक झीनी चादर िै

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 तै यारी है
तैयारी िै,
पॉ फ़टे निीं अभी रात ठिरी िै, कु ि देर और गैंता ,कु दाल ,रस्सी,
बाल्फ्टी वो खन्ती ज़रा सी भारी िै,
तैयारी िै,
बुधना की बीवी कं गना पिने नहथया ,चूड़ी ,हबहिया झनके अंहगया
पिना, जबंकदया गोल ककया िोंठलाली गजब करारी िै
तैयारी िै,
एक कमरा िै कु नबा दस का िै सबका कोना िै और दोना िै भूखे
नंगे तेरे आूँखों में िैं जी िम सुबि बासी भात डकारी िै
तैयारी िै,
नुक्कड़ पे खड़ी उस भीड़ में सबके चेिरे एक से िैं बुझे मन के निीं
मायूस भी निीं इन्िे आशाओं की बीमारी िै
तैयारी िै,
धुटकु के ठु नक से आई वो पसीने से चस्प अपनी िाती से अपने
लल्फ्ला को हचपकाई वो ठु नक गुटुक गुटुक में बंद हुआ लल्फ्ला अब
थोड़ा मंद हुआ एक नगर हनगम की जाली से दूसरा पेड़ की डाली
से पलना भी िै हजसमे बंधी उसकी साड़ी िै
तैयारी िै,
थके निीं बस लौटे िैं िम जेब टटोला उधर देख्ना हजधर देसी ठे का
सरकारी िै, तैयारी िै |

107
 Harshang Shah
Harshang Shah is born and brought up in India.He is
pursuing his masters from University of Calgary,
Canada.He has written his first poem for his mother in
hostel which inclined his interest. He is an ambivert and
gregarious person. He is a fine amalgamation of an
Engineer , Researcher, Wordsmith and a Navel gazer .

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न जाने वो चेिरा मे कब तक याद रख पाऊगा..

न जाने वो चेिरा मे कब तक याद रख पाऊगा,

मेरे जेिेंन मे उसकी तस्वीर कब तक हिपा पाऊगा ।

ना जाने उसका कददार किर कब कर पाऊगा,

ख्यालो मे िी सिी, कब उसकी ज़़ुल्फ्िे सवार पाऊगा ।

नाम तो निी पता उसका, पर कब "जान" किकर पुकार पाऊगा,

हमलाकर दोनो िाथ मे उसके खाहतर कब एक कदल बना पाऊगा।

ख्वबोमे िी सिी कब उनसे बात कर पाऊगा,

ना जाने कब तक यूिी यादों के सिारे हझन्दा रि पाऊगा ।

हझलसी उसकी आंखे मे के से भुला पाऊगा,

डू बने से खुदको के से बचा पाऊगा,

ओझल िोते उसे के से देख पाऊगा,

कया यि कहवता मे ककसी और के खाहतर भी कभी हलख पाऊगा,

न जाने वो चेिरा मे कब तक याद रख पाऊगा।

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 कदलपे दस्तक

कभी सन्नाटेकी आवाज सुननी िो, तो मेरे कदलपे दस्तक देना।

कभी निरत की आग बुजानी िो, तो मुजे एक हमस कोल कर

देना।

कभी ररश्तो की हमसाल देनी िो, िमारी तो हबलकु ल मत देना।

कभी खुबसूरती का गुरुर भारी िो, तो अपना नकाब उतार देना।

कभी गलत िे िमी दूर करनी िो, तो आईनेमे शकल देख लेना।

कभी सन्नाटेकी आवाज सुननी िो, तो कमबख्त मेरे कदलपे दस्तक

देना।

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 जोड़ना चािता हं

जब उनकी श्यािी कु म्िलाने लगी थी,

उन पर टाकी बातें धुन्धलाने लगी थी।

ककया बेदखल था उनको मैंने अपनी किानी से,

सूखे िू ल के साथ; ककया उन्िें भी हनमूयल अपनी डायरी

से।

मगर आज किर इहतिास दोिराना चािता हं,

उस सूखे गुलाब की खुश्बू को समेटना चािता हं,

झांकी िमारे सपनो की करवाना चािता हं ।

चुप रे िकरभी बेइन्तिा प्यार करना चािता हं,

उन िटे पन्नो को किर से जोड़ना चािता हं,

……..जोड़ना चािता हं।

111
 Pratibha Tiwari

प्रहतभा हतवारी, कानपुर, उत्तर प्रदेश की रिने वाली िै |

उन्िोंने मायसूर हवश्वहवद्यालय से मनोहवज्ञान में
स्नातकोत्तर प्राप्त ककया िै | वि आगे चल कर
मनोहचककत्सक के साथ िी अपना व्यवसाय करना चािती
हूँ | कहवताओं एवं शायरी से उनका पररचय उनके
दादाजी एवं हपताजी ने करवाया था | तब से लेकर
अब तक िर कदन उनकी रुहच कहवताओं में बढती जा
रिी िै |

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 मोिब्बत

बेवजि, बेवक्त, बेगैरतो पे बेइंतिा मोिब्बत िमने अपनी

यूूँ बबायद की िै,

कु ि यादें, कु ि अपने , कु ि िररयादें बड़ी बेतकलूकि से

िवा में यूूँ आबाद की िै

किर हजस बेपरवािी से इस मोिब्बत ने िमसे िमारा

सूकून िीना िै, लगा जैसे ककसी ने मेरे हजस्म को रौंदा
िै,

पर किर भी इस कदल से ईश्क का जूनून गुज़रा िी

निीं

अगर कु ि गुज़रा िै, तो बस खामोशी से भरा वक्त

अगर कदल से कु ि उतरा िै तो हपिली मोिब्बत का

ददय

सुना िै लोगों से जब ककसी संगकदल ऐसी कदल्फ्लगी कर

सकते िो जिाूँ उसे आपकी मोिब्बत की कदर ना िो तो

ज़रा गौर िरमाओ कक जिाूँ मोिब्बत बेहिसाब, बेपरवाि,

बेइंतिा िोगी,

जिाूँ ईश्क जूनून िोगा, जिाूँ मोिब्बत तुम्िारा गूरुर िोगा

वक्त बेवक्त सूकून िोगा,

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आज कदल ने बहुत कदन बाद खामोशी तोड़ी,

किा चलो एक बार किर से करते िैं, इस बार मोिब्बत

दुगनी करते िैं,

इस बार ककसी की निीं बस अपनी सुनते िैं….

pratibha_pt

114
 काश...

काश...

हजस लम्िे में तुझे पिली दिा देखा था

काश उस लम्िे में तेरी मासूहमयत निी तेरी जालसाज़ी

देख पाती

हजन सुनिरी आखों से मोिब्बत हुई

काश उनमें हिपी तेरी बेरिमी देख पाती

हजस तरि आज तेरी बेगैरीयत मुझे जला रिी िै

उसी तरि, हजस रोज़ तुझसे पिली मुलाकात के हलए

घर से हनकाली थी काश उस रोज़ सारे शिर में आग
लग जाती

हजस तरि आज तेरी मोिब्बत मुझे पल पल दिना रिी

िै

उसी तरि, हजस रात तुझसे हुई मोिब्बत का पिला

एिसास हुआ काश उसी रात मैं नींद में िी मर जाती

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 Sanjay Singh Sisodia

वि मध्य प्रदेश के मंदसौर हजले में रिने वाले िै। इनका

यूट्यूब चैनल िै शायरी 24 के नाम से उसमें भी संजय
जसंि िै िर शायरी में । इन्िें हलखना बहुत पसंद िै | सब
तरि के लेख हलखता िै जैसे किानी, ग़ज़ल, शायरी, हस्िप्ट ।
ककसी कारण से के वल 12th की िै और इससे आगे पढाई
निीं कर पाए | लेखन में बहुत कु ि हलखना चािते िैं जो
िर आम आदमी को एक अच्िा मागयदशयन दे सकता िै ।

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 मेरी िर खुशी .......

मेरी, िर खुशी, तेरी खुशी से अलग निीं िोती ।

मुझ,े वो ख्वाब मंजूर निीं, हजसमें, तेरी झलक निीं िोती।।

यूं तो िम दीवाने िैं, इन िू लों के इस कदर मगर ।

उस भूल को िम चुनते निीं, हजसमें तेरी मिक निीं
िोती।।
मेरी िर खुशी .......

उन रािों से गुजरना, अकसर में किजूल समझता हं ।

हजन रािों में, प्यारी-सी तेरी, पायल की खनक निीं
िोती।।
मेरी िर खुशी .......

तुमसे दूर रिकर मैं, खुद को उदास मिसूस करता हं ।

इस, तन्िाई में कभी, कया तेरी आंखों की पलक निीं रोती
।।
मेरी िर खुशी .......

बेताब रिता िै तुम्िें देखने को, िर पल ये कदल-ए-संजय ।

तुम नजर निीं आते िो,तो मेरे चेिरे पर चमक निीं
िोती ।।

मेरी, िर खुशी, तेरी खुशी से अलग निीं िोती ।

मुझ,े वो ख्वाब मंजूर निीं, हजसमें, तेरी झलक निीं ।।

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तेरी तबस्सुम ऐसे िी बनी रिे मुझे ज़रूरत िै तेरी ।
मैं तुझे पसंद करता हं कदलो तेरी िै हुकू मत पर कदमाग-
।।

सपना िे या िकीकत िर वक्त तुम िी तुम िो ।

तेरा ख्वाब िो ना िो मगर आंखों में सूरत िै तेरी ।।

िू लों में कहलयों में चेिरा एक हसिय तुम्िारा िै ।

करीब से देखो मेरे कदल में खूबसूरत मूरत िै तेरी ।।

इंतजार हनगािें उन रािों पर करती िै तुम्िारे आने का ।

इस बेताब कदल की िर धड़कन में चाित िै तुम्िारी ।।

कभी मुलाकात से भी डर लगता था मुझे लेककन ।

मेरे कदल में आहिस्ता से िोने लगी जो मोिब्बत िै तेरी।।

संजय िवाओं से मिक आती िै जुल्फ्िों के लिराने की ।

इस तरि से मेरे कदल पर अब बेशुमार इनायत िै तेरी।।

तेरी तबस्सुम ऐसे िी बनी रिे मुझे जरूरत िै तेरी ।मैं

तुझे पसंद करता हं कदलो।। तेरी िै हुकू मत पर माग कद-

ए सनम बता आजकल तेरे गांव का मंज़र कै सा िै ,

जो िमने बनाया था सपनों का वो शिर कै सा िै ।।

िोटी सी बातों को लेकर झगड़ना आज भी याद िै ,

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बचपन में िम िांव में खेला करते थे वो गुलमोिर कै सा
िै ।।

आज भी यादों में मौजूद िै तेरा िाथ हिलाकर बाय

किना ,
हजसे िम िोड़ आए थे गांव में जजंदगी का वि अधूरा
सिर कै सा िै ।।

कागज की कश्ती बनाकर उसके सामने चलाना ,

जो िमने बनाया था सपनों का िोटा सा वो घर कै सा िै
।।

डांट भी पड़ती थी बहुत और ज्ञान भी हमलता था ,

जो सुनाते थे पररयों की किानी आजकल उनका गुजर-
।। िै कै सा बसर

ए सनम बता आजकल तेरे गांव का मंज़र कै सा िै ,

जो िमने बनाया था सपनों का वो शिर कै सा िै ।।

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 Pinky goyal

जपंकी गोयल मूलरूप से राजस्थान की रिने वाली

िैं और इन्िोने अपना मास्टसय राजस्थान हवश्वहवद्यालय से
पूणय ककया िैं ! और इस समय ये हवज्ञानं की
अध्याहपका के रूप में काययरत िैं ! यि अपने जीवन
मे आयी पररहस्थहतयों व वातावरण से प्रेररत िोकर
अपनी कहवता व लेख हलखना पसंद करती िैं, इनके
अनुसार लेखन अपनी भावनाओ व हवचारो को व्यक्त
करने का सबसे उत्तम माध्यम िैं! अपने देश को
बेितर और पूरी तरि हशहक्षत बनाना िी इनका सपना
िैं !

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 अनहोनी दे खि..

हमने गांव की गोरी देहख.. िमने खूब रठठोली देहख.

िमने देखे बहुत से रं ग, िमने िंस िंसोली देहख,
और देखा िमने एक रं क,
किर उसकी अठखेली देहख,
किर देखा िमने एक ढंग,
और खून की िोली देहख,
िम देख रिे नारी की जंग...
उसकी खुलती चोली देहख,
सब देख रिे ये आंखे बंद,
किर िमने एक चींख अके ली देहख,
वि गूंज रिी थी जैसे शंख..
किर उसकी मज़बूरी देहख,
वि देख ककसी की न आंखे दंग,
मैंने चुप की बोली देहख..
आया न था एक भी संग,
जब उसकी उठती डोली देहख..
अब भूल गयी वो सातो रं ग,
लोगो की आंख हमचोली देहख..
मै चींख पड़ी 'राजा' कया 'रं क',
जब ऐसी यि अनिोनी देहख.. !
गुरु द्रोण तब मौन हुए थे..

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 क्या इतनी बड़ी बु राई थी.. ??

आज़ादी इठलाई थी..

दुयोधन कौरव कु ल ने जब,
सारी सभा लजाई थी...
नारी का अपमान हुआ था,
सभ्यता बौखलाई थी..
पांडवो ने शीश झुकाया,
रानी वो हचल्फ्लाई थी..
बंसीधर की लीला देहख..
और जग ने की रुस्वाई थी...
जाने कयों मजबूर हुए थे...
कया इतनी बड़ी बुराई थी.. ??

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“ िम तुमसे इतनी मोिब्बत करे और तुम िमे याद भी
न करो...
इस तरि तो निीं खेलते ये खेल प्यार का.... !!”

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 Arvind
He is an salesman who works hard and earn a
living.He want to bea business man and is working
towards the same.He writes loves poetry which has
beautiful description of love.

Ar.vind546

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 मै तुमसे प्यार निीं करता

मैं लब्जो से इज़िार निीं करता, इसका मतलब ये

निीं की मै तुमसे प्यार निीं करता,

मैं चािता हु तुझे आज भी , पर तेरी सोच में

समय

बबायद निीं करता ,

किी तमाशा न बन जाये इश्क़ मेरा , इसहलए

खुदा से िररयाद निीं करता,

पर कु ि तो बात िैं तेरी कितरत में ज़ाहलम ,

वरना तुझे चािने की खता बार बार न करता!

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“याद वो निीं जो तन्िाई में आये ,

याद तो वो िैं जो मिकफ़ल में आये और तनिा

कर जाये !”

वो िमारे सामने मिकफ़ल में

आये बैठे िैं,

िमारा कदल अपने िाथो में

दबाये बैठे िैं ,

आहखरकार िमने पूि िी हलया की िाथो में

कया दबाये बैठे िैं ?

बस बिाना बना कदया की

मेिंदी लगाए बैठे िैं !

24shayari .

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