Jung - NaPoWriMo Day 7

Inspired by some of the lessons earned by the Gone In th wind, written by Margaret Mitchell. War and reality of war are two very different things. 

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Aasaan tha dour se jung ka tabsara dena, 

Zinzor uthi ruh, jab haath mein lahu dekha. 

Cheek thi, guhaar thi, jab jung ka bigul baja. 

Sadkon par jamaat thi mano tehwar ka manch saja. 

Jawaanon ki shaan mein nagmon ka daur tha. 

Rifaaqat ke har zikr mein jurrat par jor tha. 

Shikast ka khayal bhi kafir tha, gaddar tha. 

Qaum parasti ka junoon kuch iss qadar savaar tha. 

Sarhad se jab jawanon ke sheheedi ki khabar mili

Aakhein kuch namm hui, deepakon mein lauh jali. 

Jung ka bukhaar ab bhi barkaraar tha. 

Bud kirdaaron ka tezi se chal raha karobaar tha. 

Shaheedon ka aakda ab roj dar roj badhne laga. 

Akhbaar ke aakhri panne par jung par sawaal utha. 

Muflisi aur bhookmari se avaam ab ghamgheen thi. 

Sarhad par lagi jung ab sheher ke beechobeech thi. 

Jung par fateh kar avaam ab mayoos thi. 

Choti si zameen ki keemat kya adaa ki. 

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This is a link of my recitation on Facebook

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=3154424797913437&id=100000378443119

The Foolish King - NaPoWriMo Day 6

Writing a limerick again. It is self exploratory. 

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The foolish king enjoyed absolute sovereignty, 

He ruled over his foolish subjects by decree. 

When there was a famine. 

He built a shrine to please the divine. 

No one survived to obey the decree. 

The Meme Girl - NaPoWriMo Day 5

Here is a Limerick. It's a five line humorous poem following the rhyme scheme aabba. My limerick is a comment on the young generation getting their news through memes. 

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The Meme girl

The Meme girl was a millennial  who shared memes on everything, everyday. 

Once she was very quiet, very out of her way. 

I asked her views,. 

On the recent news. 

'' Sorry, '' she said, '' I didn't check memes today. '' 

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. 

Losing NaPoWriMo Day 2

Not every friendship and relationship is supposed to work out well. With that in mind, I penned this.

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Losing

I have lost people,

and not always to death. 

It's a slow, persistent ache,

It's like watching an apple rot, 

Or an iron rust:

Irreversible, inevitable 

The mind gives no reprieve:

It wields its own misery. 

It revisits the memory lane, 

When the apple was fresh, 

When the iron didn't rot. 

No explanation reasons, 

Where it went wrong. 

What changed? 

Who changed? 

No need to debate, 

Worthless questions. 

It's bound to be, 

Such a train is life. 

Passengers board, de-board, 

All stations offer, 

Unique, experience. 

Fake News, NaPoWriMo, Day 1

30 days. 30 poems is the target. This poem is inspired by the lowering standard of media and Donald Trump. :D

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Fake news 

What a welcome change,

This information age 

Ignorance will vaporize 

Awareness will rise. 

Guess what? 

Fake news. 

Those who hold the pen, 

Won't set narrative as back then.

Truth will be one and nude, 

No voices will be subdued. 

Guess what? 

Fake news. 

With advanced satellite, 

Everything will be reported live. 

No information will be concealed, 

All conspiracies will be revealed. 

Guess what? 

Fake news. 

In reality, we are less informed than before, 

Troubled sea is portrayed as a calm shore. 

Money controls everything, 

Ethics worth a shilling.

All the promises of free and fair information, 

Fake news.