यह कविता एक मरते हुए व्यक्ति के आखिरी विचार हैं, जब वो ये चिन्तन कर रहा है कि उसने जीवन में आख़िर क्या खोया और क्या पाया ।
I wrote this poem as a gift to my Mom, who celebrated her birthday a couple of days back. Happy birthday, Mumma!
As we grow up, our surroundings grow up too. We spend each day barely thinking about the previous one and then one fine day, we wake up to find that everything is changed and the future we dreamt of is now our present, in ways both happy and sad.
Taking a stand for your passions is not easy. Despite that, there are people who do not bow down in front of what life brought their way and instead pursue their passions relentlessly. This poem is dedicated to all such people 🙂
The moon has no light of its own and merely reflects sunlight while the stars we see have their own lights. Still, the world celebrates the moon owing to its bigger size as compared to the twinkling stars. Sometimes, this happens with people too.
कलम is the Hindi word for a pen. This poem is about my state of mind as I constantly look around for stories and yet when I write something, I don’t know how it came about. It’s almost as if the pen and paper had a mind of their own 🙂
Sometimes, I write about how much I don’t want to write. Sometimes, I am unable to write because I have just finished a beautiful book. Sometimes, it’s just the good old writer’s block. Confused?
This poem is about the increasing violence in the name of religion by people who probably do not understand the concept of religion in itself.
हर खामोशी के पीछे एक सैलाब उमड़ने कॊ है खड़ा, पर दुनिया के इन सवालों में कुछ तेज़ाब हॊता है । इंसान सोचता है कभी मिलेगा एक पल सुकून का पर कुदरत का खुशी से कुछ इंतकाम होता है ।