ख्वाबों में जीया उम्मीदों में मर गया, हर एक शाम के बाद अंधेरा पसर गया, नासाज़ भी है मगर मेहसूस होने नहीं देता, मुमकिन तो नहीं ज़रा ज़रा सबर गया, बहुत मांगा मगर फाकाकशी नहीं गई, इनायत ही ना हुई दुआओं से जैसे असर गया, कुछ दिनों की तो बात है रुठ जाऊंगा दुनिया से तेरी, किसने मनाया किसको रुठकर तो हर एक बसर गया, जानेवाले तो कई चले गये इस जहां से, तू क्या गया मातम सा पसर गया ।
Ever seen any other creature in long spells of sorrow. They live in the moment and forget their gains or losses in a short while. Whereas we cling on to it and continue to linger.
Heavenly Mother By: F.M. Tali I imagine your white hair is long Cloaking hips that were our genesis With natural graceful presence Complementing Father’s magnificence I imagine, my Savior was a scholar And that I…
When Things not happening Be sure Its all for betterment When Light not falling your way Be sure Its for coming of new sun When money flowing less Be Sure its for arrival of some…
A story of 2 brothers.
If only you could come and sit with me for a while If only we could visit each other every now and then It’s a long way from here to heaven I hope your listening…
इस पोस्ट को लिखने का मकसद कोरोना महामारी को रोकना है, अगर इस पर विचार किया जाता है और ये बात एकदम सटीक बैठती है और कोरोना पकड़ाया जाता है तो दुनिया की सबसे बड़ी समस्या कोरोना वायरस का अंत हो जायेगा । हर एक देश की इकोनोमी तो बचेगी ही, हज़ारों जान जाने से बच जायेंगी और देश दुनिया फिर पहले की तरह तरक्की के रास्ते चल पड़ेंगे । #updivine #updivineyourvibes
Listening to the sound of the whistle I hear a haunting melody that’s so familiar. Over and over again he plays his tune in the freezing indigo gloaming. He has nothing to offer but his tune He’s seen the best days and now this is now, Yet he stands and he breathes into his whistle, the life blood of his country soul repeating the line in ever changing cycles Each phrase perfected each time a little more, a squeak here a cran there the tone gets purer, a little money reassures the will,………a faith of sorts He finds his stillness in the tone repeating the line as I flanneur away to the dwindling sound of his Triumph
It’s about death and how it knows our inner secrets.
Wealth of a person is going away and is remembering its owner
Hi Friends, I have joined this site today for the first time. I specially want to thank the team of UpDivine who showed my this way, specially to Rachel O’Neal Madam. And I hope that…
You’re on a walk, I’m on a walk. Isn’t it wonderful? Aren’t you glad you’re alive?
Writer’s block is a common phenomenon experienced by all writers. Sometimes it’s just impossible to gather your thoughts and come up with the perfect piece of writing. This small poem explores a writer’s feelings while…
There is a time where our shining eyes look towards the sky with wonder and glee, as we chant “New Year, New me”.
