"Pain" & "Die"ry

Winter came suddenly  And I felt shattered, Putting back some memories That were scattered.. When needed to wash  The winter dress, Which had so many emotions That I suppressed.. The jhonson baby smell of yours hasn't yet left my sweater, But you left me to pen the pain better... The broken heart still skips a beat,  But for our memories Old like honey but sweet... This smell of yours  I don't want to wash, Love of years runs  And stuns my life in a flash... I am still finding ways to supress this pain, And I will not wet my eyes Untill we meet again... ___Preet Tripathy (28 October, 9:45PM)

A man of values, a man for a reason, Born and began being the great inspiration. From the heart, he is beautiful, And purity of Maa Gange, splashing from his soul! His uplifting words, and sparks in his eyes, Let everyone dream big, and being wise! A face, which seemingly looks dark, But who knows, he has came out from the darkest prison, A living legend on earth, spending time with him Is like, living the best ever season! I kept a secret and behold a dream, which  no one knows, I'd stolen it from the thoughts of you, My teacher, A thought from you, which I kept "Human is not made for living a selfish life, being a  creature". Happiest birthday wish to you Dhanmali bhaiya! Live long legend! Writer Shiva rajak 24th october 2018 6:30 pm

It all started with a want, A wish to be with the need, The one, for whom I always greed, And so what happened, I get drowned in the sea of my own deed. After a gap of many years like days, I finally decided to propose her in one way Keeping my love,  trust, attention and faith sands all with a red rose in my  hands. The next day came, and life Played the best ever game, We all were in a cafe I was all ready, With that rose, having everything of my own built. I ordered 8 muffins, For all we 18eens, And there came the 9th one, In our herd of one angel, and rest boy maids. I didn't know The late comer, and early opportunist, Had already took the place, For Whom I was craving Since 2 years, That moment took away all the peace!! My best buddy, told Me every truth of her with his one sad smile,. I was heart broken inside, Crying insanely within, I left the rose near the corridor of the flop cafe, & threw away the muffin. And finally the mock, Arrived in my life of day to ...

Art By : Ananya Behera  “मर्द” - ये शब्द बोलने में, लिखने में या सुनने में जितना भारी भरकम प्रतीत हो रहा है, वास्तव में ये इसके बिल्कुल विपरीत है। ईश्वर ने एक बार सबसे कमजोर दिल बनाया, सबसे ज्यादा भावुक था वो दिल जिसमे अगाध प्रेम था। किंतु ये नाज़ुक सा दिल कहीं टूट ना जाए इसी कारण ईश्वर ने उसे एक शक्तिशाली काया में कैद कर दिया। कमजोर दिल और मजबूत काया की इसी विषम मेल का नाम है - “मर्द”। उसी दिल की रक्षा करने हेतु पुरुष बाहरी अवारण का सहारा लेता है ताकि उनकी ये कमज़ोरी बाकी दुनिया से छिपी रह सके। अपनी इसी कमज़ोरी को दुनिया से छिपाते, ये जानते हुए कि वो खुद कितना कमजोर है - ये चीज़ें उसमें आक्रोश भर देती है। मनुष्य ये जानता है कि “क्रोध” पर नियंत्रण कितना आवश्यक है। क्रोध हमेशा इंसान को विपत्ति की और ढकेल देता है। ये जानते हुए भी मर्द, अपने क्रोध को काबू में नहीं रख पाता और जीवन में प्रति-पल मुसीबत की ओर अग्रसर रहता है। अगर पृथ्वी पर केवल मर्द ही होते तो शायद फिर ये पृथ्वी ही न होती। मर्द - जो जेहनी तौर पर कमजोर होते हैं, वास्तव में बहुत कमजोर, उन्हें चाहिए होती है शक्त...

सिर्फ इज़हार करने से प्यार नहीं होता,, दो रूहे  दूर रहें, जिस्मों के मिलने से कोई यार नहीं होता। माना इश्क़ की फितरत है, दूर हो जाते है आशिक़ सच्चे, पर हाँ, शिकायत है उन लोगों से, जो वादे झूठे करते हैं सोच के हमें बच्चे। आजमा के देखा मैंने भी, इतना तो जाना, बन के आशिक़ दीवाना, पक्के - कठोर लोग भी टूट जाते हैं, ये ही इश्क़ की है तालीम, यही अफसाना। पहले पहल,, अकेले रह खुश रहता था, अब तो साथ रह भी मुस्कुराया नहीं करता। हाँ ये सब इस झूठे बंधन की देन है, मनो या न मानो,, इंसान - insane है,, अगर मुलाक़ात हुई ज़िन्दगी में कभी, मन से सच्चे चाहने वालों से, बन के आशिर्वाद, दुआ उनकी पूरा करने लग जाऊँगा, मैं,, उनका हो जाऊँगा। मैं उनका हो जाऊँगा। Shiva rajak 6 july 7.56 pm

At this midnight hour when all are asleep And the incessant heavy rain is Pouring down with all its might, I, with my books and copies open, Am thinking only about you What is happening to me? What is this weird feeling That is trying to captivate me? I wonder why I am unable To comprehend its meaning. The chillness of monsoon and the Pattering of raindrops on the soil All seem to resonate with the Sounds of my heart. These are not my heartbeats But other sounds that Could not be expressed or heard. But Oh! I had this feeling years ago Not for you but for someone else Whom I have already let go. It's the same desire and same sensation I recall it very clearly. But no this cannot be love once again. No sooner do I close my eyes Than your face comes alive. The mellifluous tune of your voice When you call me “RAJ” Keeps reverberating in my ears. The petty conversations with you That sometimes last for long Are my ha...