lamhat(moments)

Eid in Palestine The world has endless problems some out of mistakes and some out of power yet people decode the every possible way to be happy and satisfied. Palestine is one such place and Palestinians are such people who are trying to remain hopeful when they are surrounded by debris of their houses and having pain of losing their loved ones. They are observing Ramzaan fast in such condition and will join Eid celebrations with the world also. Their spirit and never say die attitude prompted me to write this small poem for Eid dedicated to them. Happy Eid to all.  Shattered, tattered, with bleak hope, faith giving them power to cope, in love, peace, brotherhood has the scope, to tie the festivities & happiness with one tightrope. Their spirit is broken but not destroyed, in small occasions they are satisfied, Eid is the festival of giving and to fill void, pray that on a new day, new cheerfulness buoyed. 

Festival of Colors - Holi Holi is the Indian festival of colors. Colors denotes respect,joy and compassion towards each other that's why people forget all their differences during this festival. Like each year I also have to offer something on this occasion, so here I am presenting a poem with the flavor of the season. Happy Holi to all. May the festival help us strengthen our relations with each other.  The festival of color has all the required notion, to spread the flavors of joy,of love and compassion. Hug each other and forget all differences & tension, for creating sweet memories this is perfect occasion. There are who even pollute this festival's loving tradition, ignore and stop them to play colors with passion. Life is tough, at each step offers various prohibition, live that day as celebration of god's favorite creation. #######

Messiah Arrive  25th December marks the birthday of Jesus Christ the man who sacrificed his life for the betterment of humanity. He spread message of love, care, humanity & forgiveness throughout his lifetime which is evident in the fact that he forgave his killers also. We in this time of hatred, violence and anger must remember his teachings. Merry Christmas to all. It is that time of the year, atmosphere is dull and silent is weather, but the warmth of love & care conquer, when forgiver with love towards us stare. World is filled with hate, animosity has closed all gate, to love and togetherness drive, on this day Messiah Arrive.  #######

International Women's Day A man is nothing without a woman in his life still women struggles to get her desired position in life because men consider himself a better sex. Let's create a world where women is not placed as equal but ahead of men. Happy Women's Day a poem dedicated to all women.  You are the start you are the end and anything in between, without you world is deprived of its present sheen, You hold us, you support us, you lead us, you make us, you break us, you feed us. Disheartening you need a day to world know your importance, without you when half population clueless about their significance. 'As you Wish' when world would let you stay, then not 8th March but every day will be a women's day.

मन का रावण (Mann Ka Ravan) A Hindi Kavita song with a message of Dussehra that we all must conquer our the evils residing in us to have a better self,society,nation and the world. Happy Dussehra to all. मन का रावण बुरा करो तो धीरे-धीरे बढ़ता है, राम मिटा दो जीवन से तो ये फिर सर चढ़ता है।   Mann Ka Ravan Bura Karo To Dhire-Dhire Badta Hai, Ram Mita Do Jivan Se To Ye Phir Sar Jadta Hai. इसकी ताकत है बुराई, इसे न भाए सच्चाई, लोभ-लालच खाता है ये और प्रेम ह्रदय सड़ता है।  मन का रावण.........................  Iski Taqat Hai Burai, Ise Na Bhae Sachchai, Lobh-Lalach Khata Hai Ye Aur Prem Hriday Sadta Hai. अधर्म-हिंसा हत्यार इसके, गुस्सा है परम सिपाही, जो इनको स्वीकार करे वो हरदम भड़कता है।  मन का रावण..........................  Adharm-Hinsa Hatyaar Iske, Gussa Hai Param Sipahi, Jo Inko Swikaar Kare Wo Hardam Bhadakta Hai. आज इसको आग लगा दो, मन के अंदर से मिटा दो, पर्व दशहरे का आज यही तो हमसे कहता है।  ...

Joy Up and down, down and up, Day-night passed in wonder, Victory dance, astonishing glance, this boat feared not any thunder. Bruises, laughs, daytime stars, part of our adventure, Cries and fights, again unites Joy of childhood venture. This post is linked to Magpie Tales : Mag 298

Evil Never Dies. Have you ever wondered why we burn effigies of Ravana every year on Dussehra day? This is because evil never dies and we must defeat it again and again to become victorious. Similarly we need to overcome evils like jealousy, animosity, greed, anger, proud, etc in us for spreading true message of Dussehra. Happy Dussehra, May Good always become victorious. Everything is burning, everything is down, evil has its head high if you see all around, Ravana is strong, Rama please return,  This year with Ravana his evils also burn. 'Rama and Ravana both resides in you, that who throw Ravana outside becomes new, Rama is with one who this can properly do, What choice you make is entirely up to you.'

A Small Home From life long toil, collecting brick, mortar, soil, I made a small strong home, with windows, doors and dome, faced every condition without any harm, stood unmoved in wind,rain,cold and warm, but within moments it broke apart, when love from it depart.  This Eight Liner is linked to Magpie Tales Mag #285.  

Ashamed Unable to face your anger, I lowered my gaze  For behaving like a stranger, When you were in distress. I realized my mistake, when time repeated itself, Like me - a friend fake, when killed morality of self. This eight-liner is linked to Magpie Tales : Mag 280

Lost In Her Eyes Her deep eyes made me giddy , Lewd thoughts went away, Needlessly I tried to go away, But she showed no pity. Ditched me with a mere glance, I was lost in a trance, With silence I missed the only chance, A rendezvous ended without any romance. This post is linked to Poetry Jam ( eyes ) and Three Word Wednesday #418  (  giddy,lewd,needless )

The Time Stopped Add caption Your glaring face in misty morning, made my heart beat pounding, when you called me,I was aghast  with mischievous look a smile you passed. that moment for you my life I booked, we lip locked and the time stopped, alive again, in another world I traversed  and the wind started flowing reversed, That moment was divine, when you were only mine. This post is linked to The Mag (250) and Three Word Wednesday #406 ( glaring,misty,alive )

यार जुलाहे ! ( Dear Weaver - Gulzar )  I am inspired by Gulzar's 'Dear Weaver ' poem to write for this week's Poetry Jam (How to)  prompt and tried to write 'How to weave a relationship'. How to weave a relationship learn from a weaver a technique so clever  to keep knots and breaks invisible, by an effort and love invincible, If he ignored the knots and move forward, lumps increased and became stalwart  care and time makes a relationship  Original Gulzar's poem is below in Hindi and also a translated version by me in English, मुझको भी तरकीब सीखा कोई यार जुलाहे, अकसर तुझको देखा है कि ताना बुनते जब कोइ तागा टुट गया या खत्म हुआ फिर से बांध के और सिरा कोई जोड़ के उसमे आगे बुनने लगते हो तेरे इस ताने में लेकिन इक भी गांठ गिराह बुन्तर की देख नहीं सकता कोई, मैनें तो ईक बार बुना था एक ही रिश्ता लेकिन उसकी सारी गिराहे साफ नजर आती हैं मेरे यार जुलाहे ! Mujhko bhi tarkeeb sikha koi yaar julahe,...

Pebbles  Be like a pebble on the shore, Smooth,shiny and firm. Better with each difficulty, Standing and facing reality, Calming waves with agility, Self carving own destiny. Be like a pebble on the shore, Smooth,shiny and firm. This poem is linked to Poetry Jam ( pebbles ).

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Creator Of The Creators The first face a child sees, the first word a child speaks,the first touch a child feels and the first love of everyone's life is a mother an eight liner dedicated to all mothers on this mother's day.  Master of all matters, creator of the creators. An image of sacrifice, loving polite and nice. You introduced me to life, Mom,you helped me to thrive. Your favors I can't reciprocate, even if into many lives I reincarnate.  while I was writing this a sher (couplet) strikes my mind, तुझे क्या दूँ तूने तो सब कुछ दिया है, तेरे बाद अब मैने ख़ुदा को रख दिया है।  This post is a part of  Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for  Indian Bloggers  by BlogAdda.