Rishika Sinha

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AN ENCOUNTER WITH MY COUSIN

To you, who had a gauzy tie on your right wrist,

To you, who had taken an oath of protecting me till the end,

To you, whom I worshipped as my ideal hero,

To you, whom I admired who than my birth givers,

To you, my dear brother, I just want to you,

You were wrong!

Yes you were wrong!

I cried, I regretted, I accused myself!

But no! I was not the culprit,

You were surely!

You ruined my soul,

You ruined my integrity,

You ruined me!

Those hands which were meant to heal me up,

You used those to devastate me,

Those ugly lone encounters with you,

Those ugly strewn meetings with you,

Sometimes under the bed, sometimes in the washroom,

And sometimes by making me believe that

Yes! You love me!

Ah! I remember all of them,

Though I was six,

And you tore apart as a flesh

As if it was your duty and you had to perform it.

I was broken, pissed off, depressed, alone

Fighting a battle which had no victory,

Wanting to re-live my childhood

But no!

This is what, I was!

What I am today is a totally different deal and you cannot think of it even in your dreams...

 I'm an explosion box today!

With lessons which makes me confident,

With energy which makes me live,

With enthusiasm which makes me lit,

With courage which makes me prosperous,

With that darn positivity which has killed all the demons of past,

And will even kill you if you ever try to come back.

 ©Rishika Sinha

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ये वक़्त- बेवक़्त यादों का, थपकी मार जगा देना,

कभी-कभी खलता है। वैसे तो कहानियां काफ़ी सुनी हैं, मगर खुद की अब तक की कहानी बार-बार दोहराना में, सही - गलत से ज़्यादा,

खुद को हारा हुआ- सा महसूस करती हूं। यूं तो कई बार हुआ, कि गिर कर उठी, उठ कर फिर गिरी, मगर ज़िद्द नई छोड़ी, आज भी शायद इस ज़िद्द की नुमाइश है, आज भी शायद खुद पर भरोसे की जरूरत है, आज भी शायद खुद में खुद को पूरा समझने की अपेक्षा है।

यूं रोज़ ज़रा - ज़रा खुद को खुद में से खोना,

मुझे अन्दर ही अन्दर दीवार खरोचने की आवाज़ों- सा सुनाई दे रहा है,

वो आवाज़ जिसकी धुन हमें खौफ़ से भर देती है, वो खाल नोचे जाने पर जो बिन रुके रक्त का बहाव होता है ना,

उस असहाय लहू के बहने के समान दिल में बेकस-सा लग रहा है,

मैं खत्म नई हुई हूं -ये दिमाग चीख रहा है! मेरा अस्तित्व ही क्या है? - ये दिल पूछ रहा!

और ये मेरी बेचारी रूह बस इतना जानना चाहती है - मैं मुझमें मुझको खुश कब पाऊंगी?

 © ऋषिका सिन्हा

 P.C- Sourav Jain

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To the trendsetters and to the trend protestors,

To the absolute strugglers and to the spoon fed winners,

To the self believers and to the self destroyers,

To the lovers and to the haters!

Everyone of you have a beautiful treasure,

Which you always are in race of upgrading!

Ohh!! Sorry Sorry !! Upgrading is a non- gratuitous word!

Beautifying? Right!!

Ok! I am simplifying it, Treasure is your physical beauty!

Physical beauty, the trend which our so called  society had set and on whose bark still beauty is skinny body and fair skin.

Kya aapko pta hai uss subh uski

Maa ka sbkuch ujad gaya

Jeene ka eklauta sahara,

Hassne ki sirf vo ek vajh,

Sb kuch khtm ho gya!

Saari dunia uss maa k liye ek begaani basti si ho  kr reh gyi jismein vo pehchanti toh kayiyon ko pr unmein se uska beta koi bhi nai tha.

Soch rhe honge aap sb jo maine shuru kia aur ye jis maa ke baare mein mai bole ja rai hu, inn dono mein kya vaasta h?

Vaasta bss itna sa hai ki uss subh jb uski maa mandir gyi thi apne eklaute bete k sukhi jivan ki kamna karne, usi dauraan usi bete ne aatmhatya kr li mahaj baal jharne ki bimari ki vajah s..!

Bhul gya vo apne maa ka use apne kokh mein nau mahine paalna

Bhul gya vo apne pita ka haath pakad kr pehla kadam chlna

Bhul gya vo unn raaton ko jb uske maa-baap jaagte rhe kyuki vo bimar tha

Bss agr reh gya usko kuch yaad toh shyd unn char logon ki baatein bnana, uski bimari pr hssna..

Asar kr gyi use vo baatein unn logon ki jo na kbhi uske dukh k saathi the na kbhi khushi mein shariq hue the!

Kehna bss itna chahti hu samaj ke unn thekedaaron s aur unke samarthakon s jinhone amuhman sudarta ki ye paribhasha di aur jo isse prabhavit h ki

Sundarta uss Laxmi mein bhi hai jiske chehre pr uss sadakchaap aashiq ne acid pheka tha.. kyuki vo ladi,bikhar kr judi, lekin apne aap ko khtm nai hone dia!!

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To Someone Lost

Hey! lovely being. Yes I'm talking to you. Yes you grown up little kiddo. You know you have been wandering showing up your blood so high and being so dead another random night from long. You are one of the most beautiful being the creator created with that heavenly mind which works equally in all whereabouts. You are flawless with your own wit. You are most courageous person knitting enormous amount of thoughts in your head and inking those only in your heart and into your diary. Why don't you find yourself so prosperous to share those luxurious thoughts inked with your own identity to this exotic world? Why do you feel so incompetent to hike your head to what you deserve? Why are you so scared? Why are you in so much of solitude?

You don't have an answer! Right dear? But before penning down anything further I just want to say you I love you. You are pious and you have paradisiac beauty in your heart and soul. But I will also share with you a bitter truth which you are hiding inside you that is You Are Lost dear perfect human. You have confined your self into some parameters and states of life and you think you can never come out of it. You are not confident for your own Stand. Life is not long to begin fresh but life isn't so small to not give oneself an another chance. Get up, brave your nerves, put bandage and ask your cuts to heal up faster, come into the gown of optimism, begin at where your heart skips a beat and end it like happily ever after and if it's not happily ever after then it's not the end. And I'm always there. I love you.

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