Letter to the Unknown


I may be wrong in my emotions,
I may look weird,
I may be unfit for your reciprocation,
But I am not fake
Genuineness is what my feelings are,
From the shades of tree to the cool breeze.
Everything that you feel real ,
I carry with my emotions.
I am the subtotal of empathy,
An unending sentence.
I am just a different path,
You may not choose.
I am just a wish,
You never wished for.
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But remember
Things that matter most is
The truth and memoirs.
The things which just has no meaning
Yet makes you nostalgia.
Things which you never wished
But gave you comfort and peace.
Look back, again and again.
Did you feel little cold being in summer?
Yes. It is what I wished to be,
The non-existent feeling
Unwanted yet, so much soothing
No expectations, look at me
Dissolving with time
With making you more comfortable
Just feel it and let go.
Just feel it again.

#EveryWordIsForYou

 

Happily…

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Hide and Seek


1519904_739913122688184_613559671_oNever ever I tried to play with the beast
Its roar though rhythmic gives me goose bumps
It’s like the piano and the waves act like the keys
I tried calling it, the voice dissolved with its roar

While trying to build a connection, I saw a little crow
With all its ease, playing around
Happiness is the freedom it has
Happiness is the carefree life it enjoys
Hardly it used the wings
The tiny jumps wee good enough to escape

The jealous me, yet to find a connect
Still calling the beast to join me for a conversation
I was feeling like a loner
The motor boats were approaching the coast
The little crow was still busy
Some stray dogs joined now
All are having fun
I am left out.. the loner !

What is that I am missing it here
Why I am unable to connect
The other side of the corridor, I am clueless
The dancing waves, playing piano
The musical mystic morning
And the happy little crow
All are god enough to make my nerves down
I am broken, not into pieces but into multiple thoughts

Why I am feeling, some words I am unable to decode
The words of the waves
The musical piano
Come, let’s play….
This came from inside…
Forgetting past
Not being Nostalgic
I looked at it with questioning eyes
Started decoding the words of the waves
Started getting into the lyrics of the piano
Trying to find the rhythm which made the little crow dance
And I was broken into thoughts

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Slowly I am getting into it,
The waves that are coming near and going away
Again the same things
On a repeat mode
Trying to escape from my eyes
My eye-lashes moving with its every move
My mind is shifting as it comes nearer
It is clearing out every footstep I had created
Wiping out the names I had written on the sand
I am trying again and it’s doing the same
Is it not it deliberate..¡¡¡
The words are clearer
The moves are more appropriate now
I can sense it loud
Enough for self-realisation
For my wish of playing with the beast
Hide and Seek …

Happily…

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Voice of the Valley


I am Srinagar
A misspelled word
Not once, time n again
Used abused and misused
Like never before.
They came, they saw and they conquered me
On their own wishes
And own style.
Not even once
I could say what I wanted to.
My voice was curtailed
With bullets or landmines and now the palet guns,
I don’t know who is a militant or army or who has what, AK 47 or 56
I took them all
In my chest.
Every bullet fired since decades
I have only seen blood, hatred.
I am little tired now
Not for the bullets but for the battles, I am fighting within me.

 

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Early morning fishing at Dal lake.

 

I am just stand-still
Amidst the simplicity
The beauty of nature
The curvy roads and wooden glass houses
The Jhelum and Dal,
I am Srinagar, I am alive.
Ask me, what I want
Ask me, the solution of your problems.
Ask me, what you do not know.
Ask me, before you take a stand about me.
I am a silent monk
Preaching peace, but nobody cares
I am Srinagar and i m struggling
Between life and death
Between love n hatred
Between stones n bullets
Between misfortune and mistakes
Yes, I am alive, like you all.

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I am not a symbol of Indo-Pak tension.
I am the valley of affection.
The nature at its perfection,
I am just like your favorite music
You listen to it once
Again, once again, then again
I am the messenger of peace
With much love to spread across the hearts,
I am the silent strings of a broken guitar
Been failing to be tuned in.
My wishes are in shambles.
I m scared of losing myself
In the crowd of political jargons
Amidst the laws that hold me tight
Even tighter.
I am unable to breathe.
Losing my confidence
To fight back to all adversities
And judgemental eyes
Quite unsure about the future
Rather I must say next day,
I am Srinagar, alive
Just alive without the Life
I am Srinagar, alive
Just alive, with a mere hope
Peace prevails everywhere.
Peace prevails everywhere.

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Happily…

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Obsession is bliss


With every passing day
I discover a new in me.
I change like the time flies
Perhaps as if we compete
The change is constant
With a new obsession
A new me..

The age old theory of Darwin
We evolve, we grow, we change
We cry we shout and we scream
We seek, we fight, we achieve
We smile, being content like a winner
What we ultimately conquor
Is a new Obsession
We are humans

Who is Buddha or Vivekananda
A human, a saint or god
A belief or a force
What made them immortal
Just a propaganda ???
Oh yes, The energy
The power to diminish the obsession

Look around
People by your sides
From Hilary to trump
From Osama to Obama
Modi to Mamta
You, me, and everyone
Are we good enough
With our thoughts
With the values we carry
With the message we spread
The paths we follow
Are not we victims
Of hipocricy
And arrogance
Rather collective obsession.

Ever tried looking at things you love most
Ever looked at your best moments
Ever thought about your biggest achievements
The best gift, the favorite dress, last holiday trip,
Memorable birthday celebration, That match when sachin scored 200
The one Sourav took off the T-shirt
All belongingness
The nostalgia moments
The #tags and all checked-ins
You know what!!!!
Didn’t you realised ???
Well, yes. You are obsessed.

Now don’t get surprised
Of all obsessions you have in life
Some I reminded and some you are connecting now
Do you think it to be wrong
Being obsessed ?
Do you think you are poised with mere obsessions in life.
Hold on your breaths.
Just another few seconds
Let me make it loud.
You are normal
Not insane
Not poised
Neither at fault
Intentionally or being innocent
Just feel free and normal.
Because
Things what we call Obsession
Is just another Synonyms of life
You are obssesed
Means, be happy. Be content.
And thank your God or Allah or Ram.
You are OBSESSED. You are ALIVE

 

Happily…

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ଚିଠି ର ଚିଠି


ସାଇକେଲର ଘଂଟି ବାଜିଲା ବେଳକୁ ଖୁସି କହିଲେ ନ ସରେ
ମାଟିଆ ରଂଗର ଖାକି ପୋଷାକ ପିନ୍ଧା ମଉସାର ସାଇକେଲର କେଁକଟର ଶଦ୍ଦ
ରାୟ ବାବୁ, ଚିଠି ଆସିଛି
ବାସ୍ ସେତିକି । ସେ ଖୁସିର ପରିଭାଷା ନିର୍ଣ୍ଣୟ କରିବାର ସତ ସାହାସ ବୋଧେ ଆଜି ନାହିଁ

କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଏ କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଭି ଆଉ କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଜେଡର ପରିଧିରୁ ବହୁତ ଉଦ୍ଧ୍ୱର୍ରେ ଚିଠିର ପରିଭାଷା
କେତେ କେତେ ଅଧା ଲେଖା କାଗଜର ଟୁକୁଡା, ପରେ ଡଙ୍ଗା ହୋଇ ଓଳି ତଳ ପାଣିରେ ବହି ଯାଇଛି

କେବେ ଭାବିଛ ପୁଅର ପ୍ରଥମ ଚାକିରୀର ମନିଅର୍ଡରରେ ଆସିଥିବା ଟଙ୍କା
ତାକୁ ହାତରେ ଧରି ଗାଁ ଦାଣ୍ଡରେ ଛାତି ଫୁଲେଇ ଚାଲୁଥିବା ତା ମଳିମୁଣ୍ଡିଆ ବାପା
କେବେ ମନେ ପକେଇଛ, ଦୂର ଗାଁଆରୁ ଭଉଣୀର ରାକ୍ଷୀ,
ତା ସହ ପ୍ରଥମ କରି ମାମୁଁ ବୋଲାଇବାର ସୁଖବର
କେବେ ଚିନ୍ତା କରିଛ ପ୍ରଥମ କରି ବାପା ହେବା ପରେ,
ଡାକ ବାଲା ହାତରେ ଗୁଞ୍ଜି ଦେଇଥିବା ଖୁସିର ସନ୍ତକ

କି ଖୁସି, ସତେ ଯେମିତି ଚିଠି ତ ନୂହେଁ, ଖୁସିର ସୈାଦାଗର ।

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ନୁଆ କରି କଲେଜରେ ପାଦ ଥାପିଥିବା ରୋମିଓର ହାଥ ଥରା ପ୍ରେମ ପତ୍ର
ବନ୍ଧୁକର କଠୋରତାରେ ଖୁସି ସାଉଂଟୁଥିବା ସେଇ ଯବାନ ପାଇଁ ଦୂର ଦେଶରୁ ସନେ୍ଦଶ
ପ୍ରଥମ ଚାକିରୀର ପ୍ରଥମ ନିଦେ୍ର୍ଦଶନାମା
କି ଦେଇପାରିବ ଜିମେଲର ଇନବକ୍ସରେ ଆସିଥିବା ନୂଆ ମେଲ
ଅବା ହ୍ୱାଟସଆପ୍ର ଫାଳିକିଆ ଜିଭ ଦେଖେଇଥିବା ସ୍ମାଇଲି

ଏଠି ଇତିହାସ ସୃଷ୍ଟି କରିଛିି ଚିଠି
ନେହେରୁଙ୍କ ପାଖରୁ ଇନ୍ଦିରାଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ରାଜନୀତି ଗୁରୁମନ୍ତ୍ର ବହନ କରୁଥିବା ଚିଠି ହେଉ
ବା ବିରହ ବେଦନାରେ ପତ୍ନୀ ହେମଲତାଙ୍କ ପାଖକୁ କବି ମାୟାଧର ମାନସିଂ ଲେଖିଥିବା
ରୋମାଂଚକର ଓ ପ୍ରିତୀ ପ୍ରଣୟର ମୁକସାକ୍ଷୀ ହେମପତ୍ର

ମନେ ଅଛି ପୋଷ୍ଟକାର୍ଡର ସେଇ ଓଦାଳିଆ ବାସନା
ଆଉ ସେଇ ନୀଳ ରଙ୍ଗିଆ ଇନଲାଣ୍ଡ ଲେଟର
ମନେ ଅଛି !!!!!!

ଯଦି ନାଁ, କରିଦିଅ ମୋର ଅନ୍ତିମ ସଂସ୍କାର
ଦେଇ ଦିଅ ମତେ ମେଲାଣି

ଆଉ ଯଦି ହଁ, ରହୁଛି ।
ଚିଠି ପାଇ ଚିଠି ଦବ

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ବିଜେତା ଆଉ ବାଜିଗର


କେବେ ବିନା କାରଣ ରେ ଖୁସି ହୋଇଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ବିନା ଲୁହରେ କାନ୍ଦିଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ନିଜ ଅସହାୟତାକୁ ଉପଭୋଗ କରିଛନ୍ତି
ଜୀବନରେ ଅନେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ଉତ୍ତର ଖୋଜିବା ନିରର୍ଥକ
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ସମୟର ପଥରେ ଆମେ ସହଚାରୀ
କେବେ ଅବାଟୁଆ ଆଉ କେବେ ଦିଶାହରା
ବାଟରେ ଚାଲୁ ଚାଲୁ କେବେ କେବେ ପୁଣି
ନୂତନ ପଥର ସନ୍ଧାନ ଓ କେବେ ଏକ ବିବର୍ତ୍ତନ
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କେବେ ଭଲପାଇଛନ୍ତି ପ୍ରକୃତିକୁ
ଯଦି ହଁ ତେବେ ଅନୁଭବ କରିଛନ୍ତି
ତାର ଘୁମୁରି ଘୁମୁରି କାନ୍ଦଣା !!
ଅନେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ବାଣ ଆଉ ଦ୍ଵନ୍ଦର ପରିସୀମା ବାହାରେ
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ପିଲାଦିନ ବୋହୁଚୋରି ଖେଳ
ରଜ ଦୋଳି ଆଉ ପୋଡପିଠା
ଗାଁ ଦାଣ୍ଡ ଆଉ ଚାଟଶାଳୀ ମୁଠି ଚାଉଳ
ବର୍ଣବୋଧ ବହି; ଆଜି ଅତୀତର ପାଖୁଡା ଭଳି
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ଫେସବୁକରେ ସେଲଫି ରୁ ଇନଷ୍ଟାର ହାର୍ଷ ଟାଗ ଯାଏଁ
ନିଜ ବାଜା ନିଜେ ବଜେଇବାର ପ୍ରତିଯୋଗୀତା
କେବେ ହାର କେବେ ପୁଣି ଜିତିବାର ଖୁସି
ସତେ ଯେମିତି ପ୍ରଥମ ପ୍ରେମର ହାତ ଲେଖା ପ୍ରେମ ନିବେଦନ
ଲାଜକୁଳି ପ୍ରେମିକାର ଲକ୍ଷେ ଟଙ୍କିଆ ପ୍ରଥମ ହସରେ ଅଭିବାଦନ
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କବିତାର ଦୁଇ ଧାଡିରେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖିବାର ଖୁସି
ଆଇନା ସାମନାରେ ଭିନ୍ନ ଏକ ପ୍ରତିବିମ୍ବର କାମନାରତ
ନାଉରିଆର କାତରେ କବିତାର ପ୍ରଥମ ଧାଡି ଖୋଜୁଥିବା କବି
ସବୁ ଭାବନାର ବଶିତ । ଆତ୍ମ ଅନୁଶୀଳନତାରୁ ଉପନ୍ୟାସ
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ପୁଣି ସେଇ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନ !
ଟିକେ ଭିନ୍ନତା ସହ,
କେବେ ଅନ୍ୟର ଖୁସି ରେ ଖୁସି ହୋଇଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ଆଉ କାହା ଲୁହକୁ ନିଜର କରିଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ଅସହାୟତାରୁ ନୂତନ ଅଶାର ଆଲୋକକୁ ଦେଖିଛନ୍ତି
ଯଦି ହଁ, ଅଭିନନ୍ଦନ !
ପରାଜୟ ର ଶୃଙ୍ଖଳ ଛିନ୍ନ କରି,
ସମୟକୁ ପଛରେ ପକାଇ
ଆପଣ,
ଜୀବନ ଯୁଦ୍ଧରେ ବିଜେତା ଆଉ ବାଜିଗର ।
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Happily…
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Life Simplified


The wind spread across the coast
Said few words,
In it’s silence.
No matter how complicated life is,
Just follow me.

The sands
Could make it simple and sweet
Be it the confusions of life
Or relationships
It is needed, the believe & trust
to keep it running
to make it loving.

Come…
Have bath at my courtyard
Let me wash your stress
Let me clean you
From sorrows and agony.

From the Horizon
A voice came
You are beautiful.
From heart and from soul
You are beautiful.

Focusing on things
That are beautiful and pleasant
Are the best moments & best captures
are not by the lens, but with the eyes.

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Are Prettier than they appear.

Just a little step ahead
Be the person you want to be.
Change the things you want to
Chase the target you dreamt of
I am with you.

It was never the wind,made me fly.
It was always me, myself
Who wished to be a bird

Being cage free, To fly high… higher… highest

Look at the eyes of the machine.
Which has an eye,
To make you believe,
what you saw.
But I suggest
Be the eye, Be the vision

Walk against the flow,
It will make you or break yo
But you will win
Because you tried

Beauty lies in the eyes of
BEHOLDER. Then i see you.

Moments I miss the most,
Are not gonna come again.
But memories…
Can you wipe them out.
Thousand images
and reflections
of your presence.
I see you,
through the eyes of my heart
through the lens of those memoirs.

#EveryWordisForYou

Happily…

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