Reason..as per me.

The reason behind being tortured or being harassed in society either for men or women, is ignorance basically..I think.The girl who is burnt or killed by her in laws n husband must be a girl totally dependant on them..either financially or emotionally. She is counted among educated ones but at the roots she is an illiterate hidden behind the mask of her degrees..this is what at this point of age I feel.May be the reality something else but somewhere it is related to same dilemma..I think.Either is a man or woman..if he/she is weak by any sort..he/she will be the victim.
Ur views are welcome..

Women..though educated yet.. !!!

Sookha hua Wajood !!!

--This composition is based on the social scene of Old age Citizens.--

Ye jhaarh dekhte ho na tum.. ???
Iss mein bhi jeevan tha ek din.

Uss waqt hawaao ke jhokon se..
Isske patte hilte thae,,
Aur apni hariyali se,
Isske kaanton ko dhak lete thae.

Par aaj padi jo dhoop..
suhaani iski kaaya jhulas gayi,,
Sookh gayi kaliyon ki chaadar..
Aur ubhar aaye..Kante !!

Par Dekho..???
Dekho ye aaj bhi tumhari bagiya ki,,
Rakhwali karta hai.

Ek hara rang hi nahi,,
..aur sab kuchh toh hai iss jhaad mein.
Zara pyar se sehlao,,
Ye phir se sihar uthega.
Zara lutao apnapan,,
Ye phir se panap uthega.

Kavita

Viyogi hoga pehla kavi,
Aah.. se nikla hoga gaan !
Umad kar naino se chup-chap..
Bahi hogi kavita anjaan !!!

..With a Purpose !!!

Naaz hoga saari duniya ko humari khoj per..
Aur hum agli sadi ke rehnuma kehlayenge !

A Sudden point of view..lot many yrs back

Main amrit nahi jise chhoote hi..ajar amar tum ho jaao,
main kundan nahi..swarn nahi jiski aabha mein kho jaao,
Main nahi chandrama jiski sheetalta per mohit ho jaao..
main nahi gagan..jiska vistrit aakaar dekh kar kho jaao.
Main geeton ka aadhaar nahi..kawitaaon ka unmaad nahi,
Sukh ki meethi muskaan nahi..dukh mein aansu ki dhaar nahi.
main nahi chaandni..raaton ki,naa main prabhaat ka ujiyaara.
main nahi preyasi khwabon ki,,jisper tumne jeewan wara.

..Mat meri taareef karo.
Mat meri taareef karo,
na mujh per geet ghazal gaao,
na mujh per sab khushiyaan waaro..
naa hi palkon per baithaao !!!

Bus..
Jag janani hone ka thoda sa sammaan mujhe de do,,
Ek behen hone ka thoda sa abhimaan mujhe de do,,
Zara pyar se bitiya keh..mujhse bhi aashaayen baando,,
Mujhe dekhti hui nazar mein..bus mujhe Izzat de do !!!
..Bus mujhe izzat de do..


---- This poem in which ever competition in whichever state, i submitted,Luckily.. has brought me the First award..

-- Just an Emotion.

for the first time..

Hi,
Yaa I m starting blogging for the first time.Before that whenever I needed to write , it ws mere my diary, of course but now when computer has hired most of my time,I feel it to be the better way to communicate..
Yaa I know In india poets have to ask for time.."Yaar meri kavita sunega?" n some expressions like that.Noone has time.Even what I m writing It ll take time to be of any worth for you..I know man.
thats why I titled it pehli pehli baar..ha ha.
Now why do I laugh like - ha ha..u must be wondering.Reason is 'Just aise hi ..I like that.'
I am someone just like you..a normal being living under the sky..of course below a shelter.now let me tell you, am not a writer or poetess.What I see and feel with the social arena..I will share that definitely.
Some great writer had said"I dont like a perfect human..rather I prefer to be in the company of a normal being who faces daily life with ups n downs..does mistakes n then rectifies them..the one who falls but again stands up with dual spirit..Perfection isnt my ultimate desire.."
well buddy this is for now..In the next post will be writing something that I had composed long back in my school days..stay connected.