हर किनारा साहिल नही होता

Here in this poem ,poet wants to say…

every bank of river can not be ur bank that can buy ur desired dreams ….
you have to work hard to get your final destination……!!
Let see how many of you reach …

कल जब हवाओं ने साथ न दिया ,तो मैंने फिजा से पूछा
ऐ जिंदगी बता तेरी रजा क्या है ??
इस तरह जीने मे मजा क्या है ??
तब जिंदगी ने जवाब दिया —
अगर तू सिर्फ जीने की ख्वाईश रखता है ,
अगर तू हर किनारे को अपना साहिल समझता है ,
समझता है ,प्रतिभा की हर आराइश सिर्फ तुझमे है ,
आ चुका है तू ,हर छितिज के पार ,
लक्ष्य भेद सकता है तेरा हर वार,
तो समझ ले एक मृगतृसना का मोहताज है तू ,
एक गूंगी सी आवाज है तू,
जो न समझ पाया ,उसी से अंजान है तू 
निकाल पड़ा है तू ,एक अनजाने से सफर पर 
एक सफर जिसकी कोई मंजिल नही, 
एक कश्ती जिसका कोई साहिल नही ।

फिर मैंने कहा …..
समझा चुका हूँ मैं अब –
हर किनारा साहिल नही होता ,
अभी प्रतिभा की हर आराइश को पाना है
हर छितिज के पार जाना है 
इस सोने को तप कर कुन्दन बन जाना है 
वैसे भी हर वार कों कहाँ लक्ष्य भेद पाना है ??
वैसे भी हर वार कों कहाँ लक्ष्य भेद पाना है ??

Vishal Maurya

Zakir Husain Delhi College, DU

vishal18995@gmail.com

THINKING OF YOU

The setting sun, the moonshine
The blooming buds, the spring in vine
The rippling river, the blue birds shiver
Bring to me, dearest one, thoughts of you, fresh forever
The winter breeze flows over
And you and me get together
Walking long walks on rustling leaves
Letting just silence speak
Dearest one, do you remember,
Last time when we did meet
When kneeling at your feet 
I told you of my love and u blushed so sweet
My flame, my joy, my passion, and dream
I without you am a melancholy stream
Often in my waking reveries
You sit beside me , telling how someday,
This cruel distance will be over and 
Holding hands we shall walk
And miss ourshelves in the divine love
On the rustling leaves just silence speak
Making many castles in our imaginations
Moving in and around our sensation 
Climbing the summits of unscaled heights
Touching the wings of lovers sights
Kissing the bottomless abysses of love
But dearest one do remember
If thinks press me hard
I cant be there
Still our pure souls will entangle in this sacred flame
And at that time look at the limit less spread blues
You will surely find me as a ray of hope in hues
And most of all 
The setting sun, the moonshine
The blooming buds, the spring in vine
The rippling river, the blue birds shiver
Will tell of my love to you
And forever and ever will make u ‘mine’

Payal Mohapatra

KIIT University

Kaisi Hain Ye Zindgi

Mann ki hr chah p
uri Nahi hoti.., PR kyun hr pal nayi chah dikhati hain…..Ye ZINDGI.
Bhulna chahte hain hm jin lamho ko…..,Kyun unhi ki yaad dilati hain…..Ye ZINDGI. 
jinko hm karib Lana chahte hain,kyun unhe hi hmse dur le jati hain…… Ye Zindgi.. 
Chalna nai chahte hm jin Raston pr, kyun unhe
hi hmari manjil bana deti Hain….Ye ZINDGI….
Bachna chahte hn hm jin katon se,kyun usi me Phul khilati hn … Ye ZINDGI….. 
SB Jante hn maut dardnak hoti hn,,PR kyun kabhi maut se v dardnak ban jati hn …..Ye ZINDGI…

Shilpa Garg

मैं

मैं आज भी घर से माँ के पांव छूकर निकलता हु…
मैं आज भी माँ की बनाई सब्जी पड़ोसी के घर छोर जाता हूँ…..

मैं आज भी घर से निकलते वक़्त
चाभियाँ पड़ोसी के घर छोर जाता हूँ….
मैं आज भी रास्ते में चलते वक़्त किसी को
साइकिल पर छोर देता हूँ……
किसी को जरुरत पड़ी अगर तो
उसकी मदद भी कर देते हैं…….

ऐसा कहकर मै अपनी बड़ाई नहीं कर रहा हूँ
मैं ऐसा इसलिए कह रहा हूँ क्यूंकि
मैं शहर में नहीं
बल्कि भारत के एक गाँव में रहता हूँ……!!

Rajat Ranjan

NIFT Bhubaneswar

Rights but No Duties

We go and vote and enjoy the rights.
And pretend as if to change the world.
Inebriate we drive and useless we fight.
Jive then we rebuke this politics, absurd.

We call them illiterate but never do abet.
Instead use them as servants or hand.
Populace the protest when she is raped.
And prefer to sit and ignore her stand.

An AAP can stem that corrupt and carve.
And NaMo this carve to eminent and good.
But still they perish in cold of stark.
And die as wade from the thirst of food.

Their hands ain’t short but they are long.
Too endless depth is too much deep.
Weakening in duties but rights as  strong.
That lead our world to an iterating steep.

Nirjesh Gautam

Kirorimal College

DELHI, WITH RESPECT, I HATE YOU

This is Delhi. Where one of my people got assaulted and killed on Wednesday. Where two women were humiliated and assaulted a few days before that. Where my chief minister sits on dharna’s and my neighbours smash my car’s window so they can take over a parking spot because I’m not a Delhite. A city so full of intolerance and malice its shocking to the core. Or maybe I am just a bit too naive to have ever thought I liked this place.

This is Delhi, a city that no one can truly call their own when you think about it. A city that is supposed to be the capital of the biggest democracy in the world. A city where money and bling carry all the weight. A city whose women make me wonder if there women can still have substance and men make me wonder if my gender ever did. A city whose denizens call themselves Dil Wale and will stone you the moment you cross their path. It is a city I like and a people I hate.

I have felt lost living in so many parts of this country. In Bombay the Sena wanted me out and in Delhi I feel much like an outsider again. People keep telling me to relax, this city is full of your people, trying to hint at my Bihari origins but don’t they realise my people are from all ends of this nation. I feel scared for my friend when she is out shopping or coming back home. Every day I worry that my girl takes a cab from office back to her home. I feel scared for my people in what is supposed to be the capital of my country. We are a disgusting people.

We objectify our women but the women from the north east or even those who are thought to be from the north east are objectified and willified worse than anyone else. Yesterday there was the news about Nido being beaten to death at Lajpat Nagar in broad day light. What were you doing then Delhi? Letting a son of India be killed. What were the people standing by dong. Apparently just a few days before that another incident took place at Kotla Mubarakpur. A girl, again a north eastern student, went to her friends shop to buy some Manipuri herbs when she was verbally assaulted. Then one of the Delhites goes and ties a dogs leash on her leg. The nerve!! The scared women starts kicking to free herself when the man slaps her. When her friend shouts for help they pull her hair and beat her. Their friends come to stop them and are treat ‘like nepalis’-Delhi style. Broken and bruised they allegedly go to a police station but no FIR’s are registered till eventually hi gher authorities are called in to intervene. Read here. Also read this piece by a woman who came to Delhi a few years ago only to realise what deep seated violence and lust lurks in the underbelly of Delhi. 

It’s just an itsy bit frustrating that more than the police I hate the people who make up this city. Because every time I hear about any similar instance, and there is a lot to hear, I know, in Delhi it’s always possible. Its a city of disgust.

Ankit Lal

Vallinor.Com

Night

I watch how the sun, burns up my light.

It is now very witching time of night, the darkness filled my life with sorrows,

all the happiness you swallowed, all my joy to this are folly

Night so sweet as melancholy…

Utkarsh Chandra

GBTU, UP, lko

Your Melody

Seems like yesterday, you came 
near.
Everyday it is more nascent, pure and clear.
Your love showed me present and here.
And made me abandon my rear.

These clothes if I do tear.
They’ll find your soul that I wear.
I cry but with every drop of your tear.
And your happiness and smile I cheer.

Far away I go, I veer and I sheer.
I dissolve in the crowd with your whisper in my ear.
I go to sleep, again in dreams you appear.
Night or day, close or far,
It’s mere your melody, that I hear, that I long to hear.

Nirjesh Gautam

Kirorimal College

gautam.njesh@gmail.com

My Credence

If this religion(s) schisms the population or stymies the unification of it,

then I would like to stick to the mankind guild, to the humanly homogeneity.

Nirjesh Gautam

gautam.njesh@gmail.com

Family

Meine toh bs aapko mana;
papa tere hath ko thama;
apni khushiya bhulakar;
tere sath ko jana;
meri har galti par mujhe mara;
bhai ki har galti par use sambhala;
apni har eksha ko dabaya;
bhai ka hai waqt sath nibhaya;
uski maar ko har waqt saha;
papa tumne phir bhi kuch na kaha;
uski galtiyo pe mujhe daata;
mere har sukh ko tumne baata;
choti choti baat mein khushiya dhundhne lagi;
dhire dhire andar se tutne lagi;
andar hi andar ahesas hone laga;
shayed is baar bhi meine galat kiya;
apni hi sachchai pe shak karne lagi;
apne har faisle ko jhut samajhne lagi;
apni har manzil se bhatakne lagi;
dhire dhire khud mein simatne lagi;
apne har aasu ko chipaya;
ro ro kar raato ko bitaya;
apni har khavish ko bhulaya;
aise hi har khushi ko gavaya;
ab bs itni si sikhayat hai rab se;
kyu tune mujhe beti ka janm dilaya…

Soniya Sharma