Women’s Day

A Repost

One who squeezes in a day
A whole week’s stuff
One who in a lifetime
Gives you seven births love
One who fights with world
To get you your rightful place
One Who with her love
bring smiles on your saddened face
One who sacrifice her needs and
Relinquish things once important to her
That is what when she is,
The woman as a mother

One who cares about you
Still fight and scold you a lot
Helps you in all your endeavor
Whether she likes it or not
Elder if she is I’d say
She’d surely judge you much
But It’s only to make you reach
The zenith, if essence.in it you can touch
If younger she’ll eat it all
The Petty size brain what you have got
Still you’d end in loving her more
And when away, you’ll miss her a lot
One who is a friend and mother
This is woman as a sister

One who leaves it all
Even her identity her name
One who bears all irritations
Still love you all the same
One who when ill
Her pains she wouldn’t share
But even if you are not that Ill
Feverishly though she’ll care
One who is dear
And a friend for life
My dear! She is
Woman in role of wife

One who to your troubles
Give a patient ear
One with whom you can engage
Discussions as an equal peer
Out of your misery the path
She’d surely tell
Together the mysteries of life
With whom you revel
With whom your talks
Don’t seem to have an end
She is what you can term
Woman, the affectionate friend

One who leaps up in your lap
With mother scolding besides
One who uses your shoulders
For her fun rides
Whose lovely cheerful and
Adorable wide smile
Makes you put much more effort
And to go to extra mile
One when grown up
With her strength she’d make you proud
Her happiness is all you’d care all about
She cares for you like no other
She is Woman in making
The cute the precious daughter

But as a relation them
I might have defined
To that much only
Their role can’t be confined

They make almost fifty percent
of the mortal world
And in every field of life
They have proved their mettle

As an employee and as a boss
Many ceilings of Glass they have crossed
But still a lot more is to be done
Empowerment is right of woman

And let’s on this day give it a thought
That crime on her, on society, is a serious blot
Weaker gender we might have termed them
But stronger always they had been
And let’s move to a new world
Where woman Empowerment is a dead word

Million words and one day in the year
Are though never enough
To commemorate their contributions
Their toughness and their love

Happy Women’s Day

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The Sultry Dream

Gazing down at the sea
Thought I, so calm how he could be?
Blue, clear and so deep
Still inside no one can peep
Despite mush upheavals inside
Through all length and from all side
Within he has volcanoes and geyser
Yet he seems cool like freezer
Receives with heart so warm
On beaches everyone would swarm
Sometimes fake and sometimes actual
He loves all and treats them equal
Many secrets are deeply confined
And thus extremely difficult to find
How much troubled you may be
Stay calm, would say he
Mature he is, but heart is child
Yes! He surely can turn wild
He has some jovial waves
Playing with them your heart will crave
Beware the fury of patient man they say
So never rub him in wrong way
‘Coz there is no reprieve to loss
To the grief, the horror he would cause
Is it why he is so alone?
Everyone there but no one to own
Why is that despite all commotion
There is seldom a hint of emotion
He gives human every thing
All but water for drinking
Why to the shore do these great waves walk
Only to be broken by rocks?
Cool saline water ended dream so sad
Drenched was face, I was in my bed


Why to the shore do these great waves walk

Only to be broken by rocks?

May be,someone divine designed these “Great” waves to walk the shore….

To connect for a while those scattered rocks across the shore..

May be twin purpose …the nature plans

To break the “great” and connect the smalls💓🧚‍♀️

Sultry or pleasant is all just perception

The dreams, The sea and The Waves so fine you described!

Therfore, a lovely time I took to write a reply

Keep scribbling prankies

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

जाने क्या मन ढूंढ रहा

खुलती हुई कलियों में ,
उन भूली बिसरी गलियों में
ओस की उन बूंदों में
उचटती अकेली नींदों में

जाने क्या मन ढूंढ रहा

उड़ते हुए परिंदो में
पर्वत के रिन्दों में
सागर की उठती लहरों में
उजड़े हुए शहरों में

जाने क्या मन ढूंढ रहा

नदियों की होती कलकल में
सन्नाटे के हर पल में
जीवन की भागम भाग में
मधुर संगीत के राग में

जाने क्या मन ढूंढ रहा

बिखरी हुई किताबों में
अनकहे अल्फाज़ो में
कुछ अधूरे किस्सो में
टूटे दिल के हिस्सों में

जाने क्या मन ढूंढ रहा

I remember the days;
The days – white and black
And got mingled; they both
Turning to a grey deck

Likewise I encountered
People in various hues
Like chameleon they were
Changed colours after use

So sitting alone now
I too wonder
Why obsessed with colours
Why to them we pander

And am I different
Or am I the same
I too might be viewed in
Blackish or whitish frame

The black , white and grey
Are just notions of mind
And to these notions our
Judgements are entwined

We all are just a sundry
Shades of grey
And to idea of black and white
We often fell prey

आज भी है

कितने बरस बीत गए

तरसती नज़र क्यों आज भी है

रास्ते ही अलग हो गए तो

दिल में क्यों धड़कते आज भी है

खुली किताब हूँ मैं

पर दफन मेरे सीने में कुछ राज़ क्यों है

दरख़्त कबके सूख गए

बाग़ मेंखुशबू क्यों आज भी है

निशां न हो एक भी लेकिन

जख्मों में ‘मुंतशिर’ दर्द आज भी है

मुलाक़ात

निगाहो से होती थी वैसे तो गुफ़्तगू

कैसे करें हाल-ए-बयाँ झुकी हों पलकें अगर

इब्तिदा -ए – इश्क़ मे जो उड़ते थे अर्श पर

इंतिहा में वो मिले फर्श पर अक्सर

उस मर्ज़ का इलाज़ नहीं मौज़ूद
तबीब ही देने वाला हो जिसका आज़ार गर

भेजा था मज़मून कासिद से यूँ तो

अशकों से धुल गया रह गया लिफ़ाफ भर

वादा किया था कि आएँगे ख़्वाबों में

ख़ुशी से हमें नींद आयी ना रात भर

अंजुमन में टकराए यूँ तो चश्म औ दिल

सदियों में बीती घड़ी -ए – मुलाक़ात भर

चाहतें तो बहुत सी थी ‘मुंतशीर’ लेकिन

क्या करें, हो ना पाएँ कामिल हालात गर

  • मुंतशीर

Notes :इब्तिदा -ए – इश्क़ = Beginning of loveतबीब = Doctorआज़ार: sufferings from the diseaseमज़मून : Letterकासिद:messenger

Well मुंतशीर is more talented than Prankies !

Great job dear

क्या करें, हो ना पाएँ कामिल हालात गर

I can now better understand this phrase…It was tougher to understand last year♠️

Happy reading readers..You will experience paradise if you could relate♥️

Keep smiling everyone

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Asymptote ( A re-post)

Yes! They had that rare thing
We call platonic love
Serene as ganges
Pure as white dove

They understood each other well
Could read what’s on other’s mind
And comfort in one another’s company
They always find

They celebrated the oneness
And respected the differences
And when they talked
Never drew wrong inferences

He made her feel special
And special he was for her
Day in, day out they would
Talk to each other

Together they chatted
They talked of many things
And also would understand
The lines in between

Exact parallel to each other
Everyone often quipped
Though everyone sensed
They kept mouth tight lipped

For hours they talked
Yet never made the confession
And boundless, endless, and seamless
Became their connection

In heart, though , they knew
For long it can’t continue
As she had to move forward
And he had his own issues

But did they breakup mutually
As mutual as they had everything ??
Or were they separated away
Broken after the fling??

They were so far
Yet in hearts they were near
Alas! They still were far from
Getting anything near

For each other;s happiness
They donned their best smile
For it meant a lot
To someone , afar, miles
Can a mortal ever break
A bond so divine
The pure angelic love
In hearts they confine

Some friendships, my dear
Are forged for eternity
And ”Parallel” also meet
Though only at infinity

-Prankies

Echos of your earlier writings can be felt

And yes

Infinity is that magical place I wish everyone should get opportunity to achieve it😊

Well written Prankies

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina