Aiyanna (Mirror) - NaPoWriMo Day 4

Aaj hindi mein likhe hain. Prompt tha Aiyanna.

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Aiyanna

Wo aiyanne ke aagey aksar, 

Din ko raat karti mai. 

Mai puchta jo wjah, 

Mujh par hi bigadti thi. 

''Aiyanna na ho gaya, 

Saut ho gaya mera. 

Mujhse zyada nihaarta hai

Chehra tera. '' 

'' Ab kya karu,'' 

 Wo bigde swar mein boli. 

''Sach bolta hai ye, 

Nahi khelta aakh micholi. 

Na zulfon ki safedi chipata hai, 

Na chehre ke daag chipata hai. 

Umr ka sahi hisaab rakhta hai, . 

Jo dekhta hai wahi bakta hai. 

Tumhari tarah nahi karta yeh

jhoot ki taskari

Nahi samajta mujhe koi hoor pari.''

Maine fataak se khol di

Aiyanne ki sacchayi, 

''Kitni bhi sateek ho, 

Dikhata hai ye mehaz parchayi. 

Parchaayi vastavik hai, 

Vastav hai meri nazar. 

Bhooj jaogi apne roop ka sach, 

Kuch lamhe in mein jhalak lo agar.''

Let go of any noise - NaPoWriMo Day 3

Noise in communication refers to all the barriers that come between the speaker and receiver. For a better society we need to let fo of those noises.

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Let go of any noise

Let go of any noise, 

That comes between us:

The misinformations,

The misunderstandings,

The biases we keep for each other,

The repressed anger.

The acquired bitterness 

 

Let go of any noise, 

That makes us less human,

Let us listen to each other's story,

Put on each other's shoes, 

Laugh with them, 

Weep with them, 

Understand them, 

Be them. 

Love Shorts #14

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What does it mean to meet her after a long while?
In her absence, I used to look at her photos in my mobile phone and touch her face with my fingers to feel her presence.
I used to write short messages to her on the foggy bathroom mirror.
I used to think of great lines I would say to her when we meet.
Presently, she says with a smile,  ''Finally we meet',' and I spontaneously express my heartfelt emotions to her and say, ''Yes, hi.''
''You just don't understand  communication,'' I tell myself.
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Love Shorts #7

She can listen to me moaning over my troubles again and again. She can be a deserted valley echoing back my pain.
She  rather chooses not to let me talk about them. She takes me on another lane of conversation, a far off land from the land of my  troubles. We converse there in quiet whispers.
Perhaps some problems in our lives are not meant to be resolved. They are like monsters that suck their nutrition from our mention of them.
Our quiet whispers quiten the monster.