lamhat(moments)

Blank Notebook She opened a blank notebook, notebook to write the truth she knew, she knew it is tough to write, write the destiny of her unborn child, child for whom his husband returned, returned to live happily again, again to refresh their marriage vows, vows of love and togetherness, togetherness which he never cared, cared not the pain his beating gave her, her loneliness increased as he left, left when she slapped back, back after six months for child in her womb. Womb she felt before writing the truth, the truth that the child was not his, his hate created a loneliness. Loneliness filled by that PG she kept, kept him to have some money support, support of love she also received, received from him her pregnancy. Pregnancy excited him to marry her, her bad luck he died in an accident, accident took away all her happiness, happiness she decided would cherish with that child, child brought her husband back back as a cha...

This has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 54 ; the fifty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers;where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Forever Magician Mothers shower their unconditional love forever in our lives. Nothing is comparable to things a mother does for her child to grow and live a happy life. We complain when someone asked us to work for an hour more or to work on holidays but she relentlessly manage everything in our homes without asking anything in return. We are forever indebted to her for giving us this beautiful life. A poem dedicated to all mothers. Happy Mother's Day. You are a forever magician If not then how you manage monthly expenses in half the budget? How you perform multi-task with hardly any gadget? If not a forever magician, then why relaxing in your lap removes all tensions? Why caressing by your hand gives life elation? How h...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 47 ; the forty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Silent Must Be Heard It is very shameful that a country which worship women shows negligible respect to them. Acid attacks, gang rape,domestic violence, female foeticide ,dowry deaths ,etc are still rampant in our country on large school. Government agencies are acting as mere spectators. Moreover our social setup is such that victims get victimized and remain silent but as we know a silence is worth thousand words. Their silence worth thousand words  Their silence everyday hurts, Their silence mocking traditions, Their silence clearing illusions*. With this poem I have tried to bring out pain which many girls and women silently suffers :  1. Aah........     She screamed inside.     Once mo...

मोको कहाँ ढूंढे रे बन्दे?(Where Do You Search Me)- Kabir image from: birthwithoutfearblog.com मोको कहाँ ढूंढे रे बन्दे                                                                                                मै तो तेरे पास  में  Where do you search me? I am with you ना तीरथ में ना मूरत में  ना एकांत निवास में ना मंदिर में ना मस्जिद में  ना काबे कैलास में  मै तो तेरे पास में बन्दे  मै तो तेरे पास में  Not in pilgrimage,nor in icons Neither in solitude resides Not in temples,nor in mosques Neither in Kaba nor in Kailas I am with you o man I am with you ना में जप में ना में तप में  ना में बरत उपास में  ना में क्रिया करम में रहता  नहिं जोग संन्यास म...