Where MAGIC happens

Parachuting out of the ship, exhaling the mere;

Drowning in the profound ocean, debuting out of the abyss;

Growing to see the shine of sun rays, trying to fetch them in my small hands;

Trying to breathe in the yell, enjoying the frustration;

Leaving one surface to reach the next,

Sacrificing life for a reason, killing the other reasons to make that one possible;

In the water but thirsty, forcing myself out to fulfil the thirst;

Losing the paths, lost in waves, trying to sculpting new ways to reach the place where magic happens…

Laughing with each and every losing battle but not giving up to try, 

Sinking in the water of helpless ness and sometimes living out it dry;

Gushing on the surface fighting with giant boats,

Sometimes building a courage and sometimes killing discouraging thoughts;

Trying to leave vulnerable waves, making a thundering frantic wave, which will engross me in it and will take me to the surface of the island where magic happens…

With hope of getting successful,

Finding the mirth even when life is been dearth;

Sometimes lamming the truth and sometimes fighting with treacherous;

Roasting myself in the ocean of liars,

Collecting the ashes and turning them into the fire,

Drowsing by enigma, ecstatic for glimpses of ambition,

Believing in self, rogering with today, working for tomorrow, zoetic due to longings of future,

I will reach the place where magic happens…

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Colors of life

Hey guys, after a long span of time stranger is here with a new poem “COlORS of LIFE” 

Looking at the sky wishing for my angel I scorched my eyes by the tensed light of the sun…

When I woke I found myself tangled in the blue,

In the dearth of joy, I started looking for the red love…

No green in the life but behaving like the dove…

Engraving for the food 

I found Black and got banished for forbidden fruit…

Shaping the path again, I fall down to the earth. 

Kissed the dust and felt the gray…rising up after the failure I found the indigo.

It filled me with the zeal and powered me to let my falls go.. . .

While trying to fly, the shine bleached my eyes often. . .

But as the cloud appeared the darkness of shadow made it soften. 

Like the yellow, they supported me in my rise… 

Like a drastic thought of solitude, never to materialize.”

Description: It is a story of a bird who wish for his angel to come to him and adore him but while looking he faces the tormenting shine of sun which burn his eyes. He found himself in tantrum and sadness but with a desire of love. There was no greenery near him from which he can fulfill his life. Things he founds were not worthy enough. He didn’t give up and started looking for a path but he loses the battle again and touched the ground. Again sadness kissed him hard. He lost his small wings but he was determined to live and as get motivation from the shadows of cloud he founds solace and with a new zeal he starts trying to find out the reason for life. It is just a thought of aloofness.

मैं लेखक हू …

मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हूँ, लेखक मेरा नाम है…
भावनाओ ओर कामनाओ से मुझ ग़रीब का क्या कम है?
फकीर हू . लफ़ज़ो का, न्योचछावर जो शब्दो मे कर देता हूँ. . .
जब देखता हूँ तो बोल पड़ता हू… बोल कर फिर लिख देता हूँ…
पर जिसस दिन इस दिल ने बातों को सोच लिया…
ठहराव को अपने ज़िल्मे कर भावनाओ को समझ लिया…
कलम ना उठेंगी लिखने को…
मेरी बेहया कामनाए ही मजबूर करेगी आश्रूवो को बहा दे ने को…
ना पिरो पौँगा उस दिन मेरे लफ़ज़ो को,
लफ़ज़ो को कलाम की श्याही मे बहा देना मेरा काम है..
भावनाओ ओर कामनाओ से मेरा क्या काम है ?.
मैं लेखक हू ..बस लिख देता हूँ…
रोखना न्ही श्याही को मेरी, क्यूंकी लिखना मेरा काम है…
देखा जो पंक्षी को, उसकी उड़ान भर ली,
ठुर्थुराति सुबह तो कभी नारंगी शाम अपने नाम करली,
मिला जो मुझे कुछ तो सही जो ना मिला तो शब्दो मे बयान करदी. . .
लोभ, माया, तो सिर्फ़ दर्शक है मेरे, न्ही तो इनसे मेरा क्या काम है,
ज्ब मिलेगी मंज़ील तो खुश होजौंगा अगर ना मिले तो पन्नो के सहारे उसे अपना कर जाऊँगा..
सहम के कभी, कभी नासमझाइश के चलते अपने इरादे पेश कर जाता हू..
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हू.. लेखक मेरा नाम है..
सहारा है कलम ज़िंदगी का मेरी, ओर सिर्फ़ लिखना मेरा काम है…
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हू लेखक मेरा नाम है, अगर इतनी भी ना पहचान मिले तो इन शब्दो को क्या काम है….

Thank you so much Bhuvnesh for sharing this great idea with me.

Republic day. . .

There were the dreamers who dreamed the freedom for us. . .
There were the fighters who braved to fight for us. . .
There were the soldiers who sacrificed their blood for a lightening wisdom. . .
There were the mothers who lost their son without any fear,
Today, which made us live without fear. . .
They thought, they stood and they fought the battle. . .
Some with the bombs and pistol and some with stifle. . .
They lived in rotten smell of blooded soil, losing so many powerful souls,
They blessed us with a new blooming flower spreading the glory and love. . .
They splashed out their heads,
And fortunate us with the pride in our heart and heads held high. . .
They roasted themselves in embers,
And glowed a flame for our better future. . .
This is our salute to each and everyone who supported in making a free country for us.
Remembering their courage, bravery and sacrifices were an only successful concern. . .
If we, the people of a fearless, free and framed constitutional country will help it in growing safe, clean, united, with spreading love and fostering everyone with growth and encouragement.
Now it is our chance to do something for our nation,
We don?t need to fight like they did, so just follow constitution. . .
Now it?s our responsibility to keep the treasure. . .
Stand like a leader or give a vote for sure. . .
Live with cleanliness, save the trees and creature. . .
We don?t need our blood to sacrifice but we can make a beautiful nature. . .

Walk to Remember . . .

In the deep midnight. …
I don’t have words and you are so quiet…
It was the shrieky chilly weather. . .
A deep feeling when we were walking together…
Sky was full of twinkling stars…
Moon stands fully, watching us from so far…
The Wind is high, and I was feeling low…
You’re looking somewhere else, I’m not trying, though…
At the moment you tilted around me, the way your eyes mat to mine…
The shine in your eyes saying everything is fine…
I tried to touch your hands they were so cold…
It was the feeling that always wants to hold…
That night together, we walked so long…
If you ‘re with me nothing will be wrong…
Then we moved so close, my hands around your waist…
The walk is so great that I forget the way to our nest…
I forget everything except you…
The experience of the walk is not so new…
But there’s something that was not ordinary…
We are looking at each other with love, without any worry…
The way you looks, make me surrender…
It was our lovely walk, I will always remember…

Aaj apne aap se milne chala hu mai. . .

Hello people, Stranger is here with a hindi Write up. . .

Kshitij ke kinaare jwalansheel aag se milne chala hu mai…
Aaj apne aap se milne chala hu mai…
Chorne lage jo log mujhe apne haal pr,
Un logo ko badlne chala hu mai,
Apne aap ko badlne chala hu mai….
Roshani se andhere ki or nikal chukka hu mai…
Us andhere me kirne felane ke liye ek nya chirag ban ne chala hu mai..
Sulag rhe angaare ko aag me badlne chla hu mai,
Aaj apne aap ko badlne chala hu mai…
Thamne lgi thi saanse…
Ghutan si machi thi hraday me…
Paani ki lehar dhundne ki jagah…
Un lehro me behne chala hu mai. . .
Aaj apne aap ko badlne chala hu mai. . .
Jm chuki thi jo bandishe. . .
Kl ke chakravyuh me uljhe aaj ko suljhane chala hu. . .
Apne aaj ko badlne chala hu mai. . .
Dagmag raaho ko sthir krne chla hu mai. . .
Jo nishchit raahe thi unhe unishchyit kaal tk badlne chla hu mai. . .
Aaj apne aap ko badlne chla hu mai. . .
Vinashak kaal ke vinaash me,
Naari ke saath ho rhe apmaano ko thamne ki koshish me lga hu mai,
Uske astitatv ke abhimaan ko jagrat krne ki pehal me lga hu mai. . .
Thak chukka tha ek hi soch ke saath chalte chalte, us soch ko badlne chla hu mai. .
Is vigrahit desh se ek aagrah krne chla hu mai,
Manushya hai hm, janwar nhi. Manushyta ko samjhne or samjhane nikal chukka hu mai. .
Us darindagi ke abhishaap se, soch ko nikalne chala hu mai. . .
Aaj logo ko badlne chla hu mai. . .
Raah aasan nhi hai, pr rukhne ki fitrat nhi hai,
Thehraaw me bhi ek chahal me dhalne chla hu mai. . .
Madhdham madhdham hi sahi, apni manzil ki or nikal pda hu mai,
Dharti ko chorr, asmaan se dur,
Kshitij ke kinaare jwalansheel aag se milne chala hu mai…
Aaj apne aap se milne chala hu mai…

Winter Is here. . .

Winter is here, leading to cheer…
But this time a bit less than ever…
How can I enjoy these days without you…
Unlike the last winter, this one came with a blue…
Without you, winter is aloof…
Only Scanty memories of last winter left…
I miss those cuddling and the moment we were closer in depth…
Solely, winter is shallower…
I waited for you for so long, you didn’t come in a while…
I walked the seasons in a distance of miles…
You left me alone with the memories of last winter,
Now which tease me like thorns…
In the dearth of you, I need to burn those whole memories to pass the frost…
To get warmth, all the memories I am going to roast.

udit gour