पिता   सर्वोचय  है तथा सर्वयापी है……………………………………..

(Picture creativity by vaishnavi bhanwar)

Writer of the post shivani kumar aka tinker_shiwi

PAPA IS NOT JUST THE WORLD

 IT IS THE PLACE WHERE I AM FREE TO FLY

WITHOUT ANY FEARS

YOU ARE THE REAL STORY HERO

WITH THE NATURAL SUPER POWERS
Mera astitwa hi aapse h

Jaan bhi aapse h

Jahan  bhi aapse h

Aapne hi aayushman kiya h

 Jeene ka saar diya h

Logo ka gungaan kiya h

Shi ko shi aur galat ko galat kaha h

Mujhe rajkumari banaya h

Apna naam de kr pehchan diya h

Hath pakad kar  naam likhna sikhya h

Raat bhar jag kr godi mai sulaya h

Mere hone ka vajud bataya h

Aapka kaam se jana aur mujhe bukhar ho jana

Aapke aate hi mera thik ho jana

Apne hatho se jhula jhulana

 Ab bhi Ek hi thali mai khana khana

Koi daate toh unhe chilana

Kam marks aane par mummy se bachana

Chhup chhup kr meri yaadein sajona

Mera chhora hua khana khud kha jana taki mummy mujhe na daate

Mere teddies ke saath ghar ghar khelna

Scooter mai baitha kar pura seher jhumana

Raat ko neend na aane par pair dabana

Aankho se oojhal hone par jhbra jana

Abhi bhi road cross karte waqt hath pakadna

Maa k na hone pr maa ban jana
Ye sab aap hi kr skte h papa

पिता   सर्वोचय  है तथा सर्वयापी है……………………………………..

Well written shiwi

It well describes your heart ❤ and your relationship with your dad.

Stay blessed both of you

Yours loving warrior

Naina

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ANONYMOUS

(Writer of this post is Tinker_shiwi)

Being anonymous is fun

Anonymously I can creep in the world I want

Without being recognised

No one to judge

No one to fudge

Being anonymous is like rain drops

Million of drops

With a purpose to cram the earth’s thirst

Anonymously we are like chalk and cheese

So let us be poles apart

Stop the evaluation based on narration

And anonymously let us live in this society

Without any crown or frown let live…………………..

After this shiwi…

I guess a rockstar will feel like trying a playback singing at least for once.😅🤓

Amazingly thought and written👌👌

Keep scribbling tinker

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Reflector

Our eye acts as the natural camera,

It is the marvellous gift created by the begetter,

It captures the real moments of verve in one piece,

Without any gadget we can foretaste the times of yore,

It acts as the mirror of the past life,

Sometimes the events it captures,

 Becomes the life or the lesson of the creatures,

Sometimes because of some blissful moments one depart this life serenely,

 Sometimes callous moments becomes stepping stones and leads the life at flourishing end,

It shows the delightful nature,

And flash the cruel reality,

It also acts as the judge,

And knowingly unknowingly it also portrays you….

Eye is a foreteller,

Eye is the reminiscent…………

By zooming the lens we can protest nastiness,

By shutting the eyes we can become coward,

Eye is the concluder……..

~tinker_shiwi

Eyes are

 reflector

acamera

 mirror

 foreteller

zomming lens

and finally 

concluder.

So many analogies…so perfectly tinkering in your poem tinker.

Eyes (Naina) is highly impressed.

Keep scribbling shiwi,keep impressing everyone with your writings

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Why CARNAGE?

Sometimes I feel that the terrorist or the people  who takes or threatens human life acts as the carnivores just like in animal kingdom, the animals or predators who kills the primary animals just to maintain the population in animal kingdom and maintain proper balance of each species.
Just like them these terrorist are killing the humans but the difference is that  they and we all are actually the humans till some extent we have the power to destroy and build and yes we are doing also but why killings of human life.

Yes it can also be the sign of end of human life as nothing stays forever, or the time we take birth from that time our end is written. But I don’t think nature should give this much liability to humans to kill human itself.

Indiscriminately they just keep killing the humans sometimes in sake of religion or sometime for no reason. Killing of anyone regardless of sex creed and class is not right. And I don’t think that human have got right to take life except some circumstances even suicide is a crime.

We all humans are same, equal; we all are gifts of god then why killing of each other. These attacks, bombings, murders, not only creates havoc situation for their near ones but also threatens the whole country or the masses of people.

The one who does these activities don’t think that what if there family will be killed in that or what if they will be destroyed after that, don’t they see and resemble every human as their own mother father sister brother or kid ? They actually don’t have heart and even mind too as they don’t have ability to think and make their own decision.
We all are your kids almighty with same body parts, same features and same attributes you created us that are your little mercy on little creatures like us or else the name humans never existed. But some don’t understand your benevolence and try to take your position. But still I ask why carnage?

Someone rightly said

“Wars happened,humans won but humanity died”

and its dying with every attack,every bomb blasts..every crime happening.

Its good to see you scribbling on such important issues.

Terrorism has become global problem…Global warming,something natural though much of its cause is anthropogenic activities only,is hard to control…but I don’t know why terrorism is.. can’t they somehow understand that they are killing humans and killing humanity inside themselves.

The same question I echo shiwi

Why this Carnage????and why so much in our age…we are in a good era I guess..the technologically advanced one..please don’t create bad immpressions for our childrens.

Happy reading readers

Keep scribbling shiwi

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Zap

Sometimes which freaks me tight are not nightmares in nasty nights but endings………

The sole thing that my soul hates is the endings…….

Story, movie, phase, life, relation, I want nothing to be end………….

I want everything to hug tightly and never let it go…………….

Just like the flowing water in the sea I want everything to be eternal……..

Just the thought of ceaseless life cheers me…..

And thought of end slays me…..

I don’t know if I can bear the life without anyone,

But still I want to be alive…

I dont want hell or heaven i want perpetual life…..

Become a patient reminiscent…tinkering everywhere…….

The only request from almighty no endings please………

I know I am being selfish…….

As everything comes to end after getting birth……

But if possible stop endings….

~tinker_shiwi

Yes its possible tinker!

because if you will look at bigger picture, there are no endings…there are only new beginnings..

everything in this world continues..energy only transforms from one form to another and never get destroyed.

Humans take birth and die…but humanity stays here…if not by me..by you or someone else.

If you manage to focus on new beginnings every time…you will hardly have time to notice endings dear…

Life is like unwinding thread loops …loops will never end…only new loops will start when one loop appears to reach end and you have to keep it unwinding…keeping full focus on your present hold and enjoy your present grip.

Keep scribbling shiwi

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Maa

माँ जिसका अर्थ है जिसने हमें बनाया,

प्रकृति हम सभी कि माँ है ,

माँ तुमने ही हम सभी को श्रीजा है ,

सजाया और जीवन दान दिया है ,

बस तुम्ही हो जिसके वजह से हमें माँ का साया मिला है ,

प्यारी सी माँ का एक अनमोल रूप मिला है ,

तुम जीवंदयनी हो माँ ,

माँ तुम न होती तो आज हम न होते ,

यह जिंदगी न होती ये खुसी न होती ,

तुम इस ऊझल सी दुनिया का पहला छहरा हो माँ,

तुम्हारी आंखो से मैंने दुनिया को देखने कि  शुरुआत कि ,

मई तुम जैसी ही हु माँ,

तुमने बस जीवन ही नहीं दिया जीना भी सिखाया ,

पाल पोस  कर  बड़ा  भी  किया बिना किसी शर्त के ,

तुम ये सब कैसे कर लेती हो माँ,

अपना प्रिय से प्रिय चीज़ मुझे दे देना ,

अपनी खुसिया छोर केर मुझे मुसकाना ,

बिना नींद देखे रात भर मेरे साथ जागना ,

मेरे दर्द मे रोना ,

मेरे खुसी मे हसना,

बच्चा बन केआर मेरे साथ खेलना ,

सब कैसे कर लेती हो माँ,

तुम अद्भुद हो माँ ,

अंतर्यामी हो ,

मैंने भगवान तो नहीं देखा पर हाँ इतना जानती हूँ कि जिसने हुमें बनाया वही भगवान है ,

मेरे लिए तो तुम और पापा ही मेरे भगवान हो ,

तुमने डाट कर स्कूल भेजा है तो प्यार से सुलाया भी है माँ ,

जब कोई न होता था तब तुम ही मेरे साथ खेलती थी ,

तुम गुरु और सखा भी हो माँ ,

तुमने ही लिखना पढ़ना और हसना सिखाया ,

आज भी तुम्हारे गोद में सर रख कर सोने आभास ही निराला है ,

एक सुकून  है तूमें जो बस तुमसे ही मिलती है ,

यही कारण है कि घर जाते ही बस तुम्हें ही ढूंढती हूँ माँ ,

तुम सबकी हो माँ ,

पर में सर से लेकर पाओं तक बस तुम्हारी हूँ,

मैं तुम्हारी परछाई बनना चाहती हूँ माँ ,

तभी तो बचपन में तुम्हारी साड़ियाँ पहना करती थी ,

बस तूमें और तुम तक खोना चाहती हूँ ,

दूर नहीं जाना तुमसे पर मजबूरीया भी ऐसी है ,

पर तुम दूर होकर भी साथ हो ,

आज भी चोट लगने पर तुम्ही याद आती हो माँ,

मेरा सारा संसार तुमसे ही है माँ ,

Love u maa

~tinker_shiwi

Nature maa to your maa…your scribble is blissful shiwi.

Keep Scribbling dear

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

THE WISE ROVER


A man came with a gunny bag,

Walking in very sluggish manner,

Wearing a torn pair of pants,

Along with dirty oversized shirt hung on him,

 Deep Wrinkled face showed his paucity,

Uncombed hair messed with dust seemed like birds nest,

Weak body symbolized starvation,

Rather going and begging in front of everyone,

He choose to sit beside a dustbin,

In that he started scrounging for his verve,

He ate those snacks which was thrown by common people,

He drank the juices and shakes which was left in those bottles,

After drinking he placed all the bottles very systematically in his gunny bag,

May be by selling them he could earn for his survival,

 While scrounging in dustbin he found a full packet of bread,

Very soothing and cheerful smile was visible on his face,

He stood up with a gay as he has won the battle against his poverty,

He tried to hide that pack of bread in his bag,

But a dog came and stared on his dinner,

The dog barked on him but he didn’t hit him back,

He called dog with him and sat on the corner with the dog,

Then he placed a piece of cloth on the floor,

Opened the packet of bread,

One slice he offer to that dog very majestically,

Then ate one slice very proudly,

The satisfaction was visible on his face along with self respect,

As he didn’t want to beg for his survival,

He even share the food with the dog because he knows the ache of hunger,

He is the real human, who knows the pain for survival,

Hardships and meaning of life,

He taught a very meaningful lesson of life…..

Wonderful scribble shiwi

I can read your empathatic observation and his survival battle both.

Keep scribbling

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Tinker ghost

I wonder I was a ghost,

Wandering the world I want,

Pondering the way I want,

Going up in the sky and play with clouds,

Holing the clouds during drought,

Stitching the clouds during flood,

Play hide and seek with the sun through clouds,

And racing with the rain drops falling down,

Go inside the leaves and see the stomata breathing,

Move inside any fruit and glare it till ripening,

Sleeping on the flower petals,

Try to become the smile of any unfortunate face,

Having tea with the ones who became eternal,

Soothing my soul by playing with the ones who are alive,

Jumping on the trains roof and sitting on its headlight,

Flying on the aeroplane’s wing,

Soaring with rockets and wandering in the outer space,

Jumping from planet to planet and searching for the aliens,

Gaze at the Milky Way’s and hop on the moons,

Riding on the shooting stars and gaping this eternal universe,

With the sun rays come back to the earth,

Travelling through thin blanket of air,

And give life to every life form by sun rays,

Become reminiscent of these adventures,

Become a tinkering soul,

So I wonder I was a ghost,

Wandering in the world I want,

Pondering in the way I want……..

Nice!

shows your desire to move above all boundaries..

but dear tinkers boundaries and rules are sometimes not made to confine you,they are just made to simplify you…you will get the meaning of this line soon..

Till then remain tinkering…

Be independent, keep scribbling shiwi

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Tale of Forts


Forts are the one which portrays the whole stories of any realm by its magnificent architecture and interiors it tells the grandeur of that kinfolk and richness of its art by world famous and renowned artists the engravings sculptors which were made of handpicked gems and precious stones in the walls speaks about their highly spread folklore and strong pillars tells the boldness of the empire.

The stretched thick fortified walls tell it had enemies which can attack them anytime with full fledged army even the bricks of forts tell the strength and good trade relations as most of the forts were made of imported bricks.

The area it covered tells its prosperity and supremacy, the garden tells the peace and tranquility of that place with the beautiful essence of flowers, even the ceilings are perfectly carved with flower so that one can have peaceable and stress less sleep.

The foyer tells the way they welcomed their guests. The steps and paths tell its comfort ability.  The number of ponds and wells tells dependence on prime component to sustain that is water.

Wide windows allowed wind to come inside which can sooth everyone with pleasant air. The number of rooms tells that it accommodated hundreds and thousands of people at a time. The tinted heighten roofs tell that the kingdom always stood above than its public and it had ability to touch the sky. The pious place like temple or mosque tells the belief they followed and now the derelict and fissure forts cries the decline and ruin of the particular sovereignty that how badly they were overwhelmed or took over by another ruler. Many ruling and thriving kingdoms ruined but these forts remained as there mark, these forts are now made as the historical tourist places but the present vista of these forts are more pathetic than ever before as they have became a dustbin. The maintenance is in worst condition only the names of lovers are visible in those imported bricks of wall. Algae are spread all over the pond with the tainted smell and now the forts cries and tells nothing remains forever its true and practical as its of no use now. These forts and palaces which were once been the esteem and royalty of their empire are now just ruined in sand or made museum or lover spots no one is actually understanding their nobility and respect.

Yes the fort tells its tale by own and stands with the chest  high that once was the time I was the strongest and ruled whole heartedly but never spammed  the people living beneath me, but now why I am left in this worst condition that no one asks me?

The reason for the worst condition and abandoning of these forts can be the curse of the prisoners who were made to yowl with tears of blood and were incarcerated there for whole life and some were hanged till death for some or no reason. The curse could be of the workers who died while making those forts.

So this was the tale of almost number of forts which has experienced the apogee and decline but is now in the most evil condition.

~Tinker_shiwi

Thanks for bringing so many perspectives about forts.

forts are archeological delight.

Happy reading readers

Keep scribbling tinker

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior 

Naina

Summer Delight


The smile which we find is the summer delight,

The vacation without homework is summer delight,

Visiting to grandma’s house is summer delight,

waking up early and  Go for morning walk is summer delight,

Running through the flower garden and climbing on the mango tree is the summer delight,

Going picnic with family is summer delight,

Playing doctor- doctor and kitchen set with cousins is summer delight,

Listening stories from grand pa is summer delight,

Dancing in rain and running for picking mangoes is summer delight,

Hanging on trees to become tall is summer delight,

Eating and playing with ice cubes is summer delight,

Eating ice creams kept in fridge when elders are asleep  is summer delight,

Preparing ice creams at home is summer delight, 

dancing and laughing without any reason or stress is summer delight,

Spilling water colours on sheets and floor is summer delight, 

Watching cartoons whole day is summer delight,

Playing with water while watering the plants is summer delight,

Sprinkling water from pipe on everyone is summer delight, 

Playing carom, snake ladder and ludo whole night is summer delight, 

Eating sweets without mamma’s scold is summer delight, 

Eating litchis mango and berries is summer delight, 

Trying different shakes and juices are summer delight, 

Doing experiments in cooking is summer delight, 

Sitting on grand pa’s scooter and act as to drive it is summer delight, 

Going temple with grandma and playing in its corridor is summer delight,

Doing camping in backyard is summer delight,

Playing hide and seek in neighbour’s house is summer delight,
This was my childhood my summer delight…..

Yes!

summer and childhood is best combination…

well written dear👌👌

Keep scribbling shiwi

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina