Her Smile in a quite Home..

In a quiet home, her heart lay still,

She is a lively and captive soul,

Bound by a strong will...

She always wears a smile,

Yet has a list of sorrows deep inside,

Her lonely whispers longed to hide...

All the vows she took, she kept them true,

Yet warmth and love felt far and few...

Her world was very dim, her spirit worn,

A silent and suffering ache each night till dawn...

But then one day,

A voice returned...

A voice very known...

An old flame that burned...

An old connection which got faded but was kind...

That stirred the echoes in her mind...

Distant, but he spoke of dreams,

Of words and songs once shared...

Of old carefree days when hearts once dared...

His love was gentle, pure, and light,

Brought a melody that soothed her night...

But... a guilt arrested her heart in chains,

God knows whether it was loving words or care which brought silent pains...

She loved her world Kashi,

Her home, her family,

Yet felt so torn...

She was not eating,

Was terrified, finding joy or a sin once sworn...

Questioning joy in a sin or a promise once sworn...

From another world,

A voice told her heart to hush and sleep...

But in her soul, the pain grew deep...

For all she sought was a little happiness and peace,

She has not broken any vows or her love's keep...

They both found themselves between two skies,

With teary eyes, stained cheeks, and heavy eyes...

Two hearts felt that ache for what feels right,

They both wept and hearts bled in shadows of the night...

I am praying for her strength...

For some peace to stay...

To find her smile in most honest ways...

And as the loving melody softly plays...

She hopes her love for the family grows swiftly...

And all her troubles got ridden driftly...

Man kar raha hai ki kisi nashe mein doob jaun...

Tere muskurahaton ke liye mar jaun...

Ye deewanapan na to dekha hai na hi kabhi dikhega...

Ek purana pyaar mila hai mushkil se,

Kahan ab aur kisi se dil lagega...

In a quite Home..

A Melody in the Silence

In a quiet home, her heart lay still,

A captive soul, bound by will.

She wore a smile, yet deep inside,

Her lonely whispers longed to hide.

The vows she made, she kept them true,

Yet warmth and love felt far and few.

Her world was dim, her spirit worn,

A silent ache each night till morn.

But then one day, a voice returned,

A voice she knew, a flame that burned.

An old connection — soft and kind,

That stirred the echoes in her mind.

He spoke of dreams, of songs once shared,

Of carefree days when hearts once dared.

His words were gentle, pure, and light,

A melody that soothed her night.

Yet guilt would wrap her heart in chains,

For loving words brought silent pains.

She loved her home, yet felt so torn —

Was finding joy a sin once sworn?

She told her heart to hush and sleep,

But in her soul, the tune ran deep.

For all she sought was warmth and peace,

Not broken vows or love's release.

So there she stood — between two skies,

With tear-stained cheeks and heavy eyes.

For hearts can ache for what feels right,

Yet bleed in shadows of the night.

She prays for strength, for peace to stay,

To find her smile in honest ways.

And as the melody softly plays,

She hopes her love won’t drift away.

Self Love

‘कैसी हो?, और बताओ, क्या करती हो आजकल?’ 

मैंने कहा आजकल मैं ख़ुद को समय देती हूँ, ख़ुद ही को प्यार करती हूँ; एक पसीनायी दुपहरी में मैंने घर में सबके बीच सेल्फ लव के बारे में बात की, 

कुछ लोगों को तो ये आसानी से समझ में नहीं आया, 

किसी ने मेरे वैवाहिक सम्बन्धों को कमज़ोर कहा,

तो किसी ने इसे मन की एक विकृति बतलाया,

अफ़सोस जाहिर किया उन पर जो मेरे साथ रहते हैं, 

किसी ने सुझाया उम्र का लिहाज़ करना,

तो कुछ ने औरत की मर्यादा का पाठ पढ़ाया, 

हमदर्दी दिखायी,

और मुझसे कहा, देखो तुमको थोड़ा तो बदलना चाहिए।

उन सब औरतों की फुसफुसाहट ने मुझे ये एहसास दिलाया कि, हमारी तो नींव ही ग़लत पड़ी। 

छुटपन में कहा गया, भाई बहन से प्यार करो, दादी,बाबा,चाचा,बुआ, दोस्त, पड़ोसी और तो और कामवाली से भी प्यार से बात करवाया। 

प्रकृति से,जीव जन्तुओं से, देश से ,नैतिकताओं से, प्यार का सबक घोंट कर पिलाया गया। 

और बड़े हो कर हमने भी खूब प्यार लुटाया ,ससुराल, मायके, रिश्तों में, किसी ने सराहा, तो किसी को रास ना आया। मैं अपने हिस्से के प्यार की खोज में मैं चलते-चलते इक दिन मुझे, खुद पर प्यार आया, मैंने अपनी ओर स्नेहिल हाथ बढ़ाया, मैंने सीखा ख़ुद को समय देना, और अपने जीवन में आगे बढ़ना। 

तमाम धारणाएँ धराशायी हुई, 

सबने समझाया, प्राथमिकताएँ और अनिवार्यतायें, 

फिर ना जाने क्यों किसी को मेरे खाने में स्वाद कम आने लगा, किसी को मेरे साथ सुकून कम मिलने लगा, कोई मेरे संग भय खाने लगा, सिखाया जाने लगा कि प्रेम बस अपनों से किया जाना चाहिए, स्वयं से नहीं। 

स्वीकार्य था सबको, 

मेरा दूसरों से प्रेम का अभिनय करना

लेकिन, 

अस्वीकार्य था सबको,

मेरा स्वयं से प्रेम करना ।

The Women who dared to dream...

In a town where whispers shaped the air,
A girl once dreamed beyond despair.
With books as lanterns, she carved her way,
Through nights of toil and endless days.

She rose from dust to wear the crown,
A scholar bright, of vast renown.
A mother, too, with hands so warm,
A heart that braved each passing storm.

Yet, within the walls she called her own,
Her light was dimmed, her worth unknown.
Her mother-in-law with eyes so keen,
Saw only silks, not the scholar's sheen.

"Why work so hard? Just stitch and sell,"
"A boutique suits a woman well!"
Her husband, whom she loved so deep,
Let silence be the wound she’d keep.

She left behind her world, her past,
For love she thought would always last.
Yet dreams don’t fade with duty’s chain,
They whisper still, despite the pain.

One evening, as she held her child,
A thought ignited, fierce and wild—
"No more waiting, no more pleas,"
"I’ll chase my fate, I’ll break my leash!"

And so she fought, through scorn and sneers,
Through sleepless nights and countless tears.
With every prayer, with every sigh,
She soared, she rose, she touched the sky.

Her name will shine, just wait and see,
For fate must bow to destiny.
And when that job is hers to claim,
The world will know and chant her name.

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She is not alone—she has faith, she has fire,
She will rise above, she will climb higher.
For every woman who fights this fight,
May you find your wings, may you find your light.

Dream of Mathura Vrindaban

Beneath the moon, so far apart,

Two lovers dream with longing hearts.

Miles may stretch and time may fade,

Yet love’s soft whispers never wane.

She dreams of Mathura’s sacred shore,

Where Krishna danced in days of yore.

Soft bells chime in the evening air,

As she prays for him to meet her there.

He dreams of Vrindavan’s green embrace,

Where Radha’s love left time’s own trace.

Through peacock calls and temple chimes,

He seeks her eyes in sacred rhymes.

The Yamuna flows, so calm, so wide,

Yet cannot match the tears they hide.

Each night they write, each night they yearn,

For footsteps side by side to turn.

And though the distance keeps them still,

Their souls have crossed each silent hill.

For love, like rivers, finds its way,

To meet beneath the dawn’s first ray.

One day they’ll stand where dreams began,

Hand in hand in Vrindavan.

And Mathura’s winds will softly weave,

The love they always dared believe.

She stands beneath the silvered sky,

A whispered prayer, a silent sigh.

Mathura’s winds caress her face,

Yet emptiness fills love’s embrace.

He walks alone where peacocks call,

Through Vrindavan’s dim-lit hall.

Soft flutes echo in the air,

But love once near is now nowhere.

They wished upon the lotus feet,

Of Krishna’s love so pure, so sweet.

To walk as one, to never part,

To share one soul, one beating heart.

Yet fate, like waves upon the shore,

Pulled them back forevermore.

Like Radha wept in silent pain,

She waits for him in endless rain.

Like Krishna left with duty’s hand,

He walks away, but not by plan.

His heart still lingers where she stands,

Yet time has drawn its fateful sands.

Oh Lord, they prayed, they begged, they swore,

To be as one forevermore.

Yet love so vast, so deep, so wide,

Now lives in dreams where souls reside.

No vows were made, no ties were spun,

Yet two hearts beat as if they’re one.

For love like theirs will never die,

It lives where Radha’s echoes lie.