lamhat(moments)

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 58 ; the fifty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Saravana Kumar Murugan , the editor of Shades Of Life book series . Refugee Refugee is a person forced to leave his/her country, home, area and the things he loved. Return of #BlogATon58 and #Aativas50 should have encouraged me to right something celebratory but when there is no hope for return nothing could be celebrated. Not only the world, our country and also social media platforms are full of people who forced others to leave because they didn't like their presence. This poem is written in solidarity with all refugees and I hope someday they will definitely return.   Fighter planes, tanks, guns, missiles, missing loved ones in debris piles, left the soil,left the home,left money under the sun, homeless,loveless, no place to return. Friends, neighbors, companion,acquaintances, ...

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 56 ; the fifty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. A Secret Revealed. We suffer, we prosper, we born, we die, we hate, we love, we dare, we shy, we eat, we sleep, we laugh, we cry, whatever our faiths we all lie. But you never reveal any oddity? Who are you? What's your identity? We go to holy site, we perform religious rite, we climbed dangerous height, whatever our faiths you were beyond our sight. And you never show your visibility? Who are you? What's your identity? YOU are hiding behind veils of Hinduism, Islam, Buddhism, Christianity, Sikhism, Judaism, Jainism, Spirituality, Who are you? What's your identity? This secret I found, I found that secret, when I rummage inside my heart. You were no where but everywhere, depends on what view for you we adhere. You are none but an impression of our heart, told to us as a secret from...

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55 ; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Rashmi Kumar , the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora , the author of Lemon Girl .   The Monsoon Pain Monsoon brings so much emotions one of these is sorrow. Those in pain saw rain as clouds shedding tears for them and partnering their pain to ease their sufferings. I have tried to bring out the grief of a victim of domestic violence in these rain drops or tear drops. ( Its your wish how you see them) I think  you are dear  to him as well, since when you have gone from here continuous is the rain spell  As rain water has submerged the  courtyard and the garden, I am too  drown in the pain of separation  Until you will not come back again, unbearable is this  pleasant rain. I sit and  see, the wind  b...

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 53 ; the fifty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Soulmates: Love without ownership by Vinit K Bansal . To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Raju's Chocolate Rajan alias Raju was happy that day, when doctor said,' you may eat chocolate today' Chocolate for which he always craved, Chocolate in diabetes he unable to taste, Permitted for one chocolate for his 7th birthday, He reached the shop finding difficulty to be away, Saw a boy staring from other side of the road, A ragpicker whose eyes he could decode, His eyes like him were gloomy without chocolate, He crossed the road and went to him straight, He split it into half and shared with him, His desire was more than his whim, He decided to give him a chocolate daily, Boy's satisfaction would pacify his belly,...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 52 ; the fifty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Metro Diaries by " Namrata ". To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Letter of A Girl  This is a letter by a girl going to be born in India. This India's daughter is asking for some explanations from God before her birth. Will she get her answer? Dear God, Your messenger came and told me to go there, to India the country known for its heritage and culture rare. But before coming to life on earth,  before appearing in my human birth, I want to ask some necessary questions, and hope for your thorough explanation.  The person you have selected to be my father, is hoping for a son or is ready for a daughter? lest he would try to kill me before birth, and cancelled my only chance to see your earth. I also need your assurance on wound...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 51 ; the fifty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Red Ink Publishers and " Curse Of The Red Soil " by Durgesh Shastri. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . It Was Just A Dream A politician came, high on fame, removed corruption ,poverty,rapes, Opposition lacked any charges on his name, cheaper are oil,onion,potato and grapes. then I heard a scream and realized that it was just a dream. A girl in a dress tight, on lonely road in night, soon surrounded by so many men, To help her in reaching home,they started to fight, she reached home safely without any strain, then I heard a scream and realized that it was just a dream. A poor village boy, playing with a toy, All children of his age studying in school, Childhood is without burden and full of joy, they all are happy, healthy and cool,...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 50 ; the fiftieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Soulmates: Love without ownership by Vinit K Bansal . To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Soulmates They say that couples are made in heaven. But they forget that they are united in this world only if circumstances favors them. True soulmates are either those who come victorious from the test of time or those who succumbs to it. This poem is a story of one such couple. "Your love makes my life complete In next life ,this cycle I want to repeat. It feels good....satisfying and great. that you are my soulmate. " Every time he read her these words, all his wounds were stirred. He always thought why that girl his wife with whom he promised to spend his life betrayed his trust and earned his disgust. "When I walked down memory lan...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 49 ; the forty-ninth 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 . Torn Pages Some torn pieces of paper (love letters) took him to the walk down memory lane as he remembered the good times with her. He also remembered that decree ( her marriage card ) which separated them for always. This poem is journey down memory lane while coming in contact of some torn pages. Found some torn pages that day, It appears that I got you. Among them were a few things you have written, they were your memories forgotten, My all emotions again flew, It appears that I got you. The house filled with pleasant smell, crazy mind went on chirping trail, When I started pasting pages, pain started stepping down in stages, when in heart, flowers grew It appears that I got you. Found some......................

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 48 ; the forty-eighth 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 . Letter Of Apology I am sorry my friend,I am sorry my friend, You cried in my presence, this is my end. Friendship I breached for finding some gain, By demanding love I gave you pain, childhood buddies,we are buddies for life, forgive me and end this strife. We make this bond, all others are by stars, only this remain true and all  may farce. We share grief,we share fun, for secrets we can't trust anyone. I am on my knees,folding my hands, give me apology and tie that friendship band. Where there is love, there are such tiffs, Don't enlarge such small miffs. She came to him hearing his plea of forgiveness. They hug each other forgetting their misunderstanding. To share,to love,to enjoy,to cry,t...

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...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 46 ; the forty-sixth 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 .   The Page Will Turn When you were crying boy, and I was smiling girl, You had dimples on cheeks, and I had curly swirl, When I fell down during play, and you blow away the dust, I used to eat soft bread, when you removed hard crust, Then also in that joy and fun , I was sure  the page will turn. When you followed silly girls, and they gave you a slap, You committed daily mistakes,  and I hid your crap When you hit a boundary, I cheered you in crowd, you needed some help, but never shared your doubt, During that time of hormonal overturn,I was sure  the page will turn. When you joined the army, page did turned, you expressed your love, but never returned. War snatched my eve...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 45 ; the forty-fifth 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 . The Night After The Storm. 'Communal Violence' is such a storm which unlike natural storm devastate not only humans but also humanity. A wave of cruelty comes which breach the trust among close neighbors of years. I have tried to depict the night after that storm in my poem here in this post. Burned houses,broken walls, Uncountable in wells falls, Tattered clothes,battered stalls, Rests with the night after the storm. Abort unborn,orphan infants, Raped girls,homeless tenants, Widows carrying child stagnant, Remains with the night after the storm. Lifeless bodies,food-less alive, Yearning babies,futile strive, Killers of humanity just thrive, Results with the night after the storm. False promises,pretense...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 44 ; the forty-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 . Love Is In The Air Under orange grey sky, only you and I, Holding you in arms,none I care, Everything is fair,when love is in the air. My world stand still, as you came downhill, Leaving all fears,to promises you adhere, Everything is fair,when love is in the air. Be mine for always, like sun's sun-rays, Let my life shine in your Love's glare, Everything is fair,when love is in the air. I have seen some dreams, of togetherness extreme, To live with only you or for death prepare, As everything is fair,when love is in the air. How differently I purpose, all talks have same course, To keep you in front of me and for lifetime stare. As everything is fair,when love is in the air. ...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 43 ; the forty-third 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 . The theme for the month is "LIGHT"  Diwali Light Diwali is the festival of light. On this day we celebrate the return of Lord Rama to Ayodhya after an exile of fourteen years. This festival was the beginning of happiness and joy for the people of Ayodhya, we also pray that Diwali Light will bring prosperity in everybody's life. This experimental poem shows one such prayer with a message of Happy Diwali. H appiness for all, A rrogance very small, P ride where fall, P urity stands tall, Y ou and me with love enthrall, Such should bring Diwali light, Removing evil,removing our plight. D arkness goes glim, I nflation where slim, W ar becoming dim, A ffection freely swim, L oneliness gets trim, I where in the...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42 ; the forty-second 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 . The theme for the month is "COLOR" Colors Of Life This poem describes stages of one's life with colors to which these stages signify. White for infancy, yellow for adolescence,red for youth,green for middle aged and black for old age.In this poem each line starts with the ending word of previous line. A child is born, born as pure as color white, white of purity,white of light, light which to god signifies. Signifies energy & joy is color yellow, yellow of happiness,yellow of youth, youth without any burden,careless and free, free to imagine,grow in whatever one wants to be. Be lover,sings songs of love, love fills the heart with color red, red of aggression,red of passion,  passion for dreams to c...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 41 ; the forty-first 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 . The theme for the month is "SWEET AND SOUR" The Mastermind Inspector Girish: Victor do you have any information? Victor                :  No! Not yet,I was on a vacation.                              But what is the case Girish? Inspector Girish: about murders of Soniya,Ali and Amrish. Inspector Girish gave all details of the case to Victor,an investigative journalist from magazine The Arbitrator. Both of them had solved so many cases before,mysteries in their hands get solved for sure.But this case is a little different and unique. When festive season was at peak,someone has killed three people with poison, in sweet and so...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 40 ; the fortieth 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 . The theme for the month is "MAKE A WISH" Only Love To Give Boy: " O God! today I am going to tell that girl for whom I always make a wish from you about my love,I hope she will accept me." He goes and expresses his love in this way: Sorrows I reap,in solitude I weep, pain and grief with me I keep, neither big cars,nor lavish home to live, I have only love to give. If you make a wish for diamonds or gold, I can bring you a full moon to hold, can take you to your world of fictive, But I have only love to give. Creating your temple in my heart, making your idol with the finest craft, will worship you,may god not forgive, as I have only love to give. Girl after listening him quietly says to him: ...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 39 ; the thirty-ninth 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 . The theme for the month is "Break" You Need A Break "You need a break! You need a break! अपनी परेशानी उठाकर dustbin में फेंक, Don't eat it now like a piece of cake, You need a break! You need a break!" Raghav heard these words on radio, while coming back to home from studio. He stopped the car and note that number, since tensions are his life's permanent member. Break from monotonous life, Break from the nagging wife, Break from boss's strife, "बाबूजी ले लो न ये तेज़ knife," Requested a young boy in his early teens, Coming closer to the car's windscreen, " नशे के लिए ये करते हो?","You don't have father?" ...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38 ; the thirty-eighth 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 . The theme for the month is "The Woman on Platform Number 10" The Woman On Platform Number Ten Still I remember the day when, I met the woman on platform number 10. Few years back,in the month of July, I was at station waiting for my train, Going to meet a client which on me rely, It was twenty passed ten,when rain began, The place was silent except sound of thunders, Draped in white salwar-kameez with red border, Came she grabbing attention of me and few vendors, A mesmerising wet beauty of top order, She came and sit beside me on bench, Smiled,greeted and asked my name, Sweet voice,her style in my heart made a love trench, Sure was I that she was feeling the same, First time I don't blame railw...