My Tricolour is Fading

The dark days begun
Eliminating glorious shine
The nation is now divided
In the mosque and shrine.

Saffron moved away
Fighting with green
Where White in tricolour
Scrounging for peace.

Motto as peace
Religions holds sword
Where Peace is just a WORD
And Religious monks are real rapist

I hate this Nation
Who we call a secular
The human race is biased
Where religion is aiming for Dictator.

My Tricolor is fading
Into its dark.......

~Praful Maheshwari

The girl i met on train

She wasn't the only pretty girl I had ever seen. And no doubt she was too pretty than others. Her dark eyes loaded with purple shades drowning into greens. While small nose with big tip ends around her big cheeks creating dimple when she smiles. All around her, red glossy perfect lips she wore on face turning down. Her dense hair were curly a bit, pleated down in a pony tail binded by round pearls in an elastic. The peacocks feather shaped earrings curated with metal painted bronze and beneath it connected eight pearls, smaller than that of hair ribbon she tied. The earring hanging down her ears gleamed her beauty letting the taste of moonlight fail. The curls escaping from her forehead, hiding imperfections of her face. Down her face over neck she wore a garland of black beads woven down in thread to which a pink butterfly is attached symbolises her beauty. Like all girls pink seems her favorite too. The top she wears was alluring and around the arms of which pearls are stitched...

Whatever it takes - Spend it

Whatever it takes - Spend it be it a box of happiness that you stored deep into your soul, take it out and spend it. Life has no destination, except Death. When you will lay as corpse with the ECG curves on monitor and the pierced needles connected to huge vessel hanged on stand while your face will remain still gazing at the ceiling fan blades running around the motor and the helplessness of blade to feel the center of fan will Renaissance you for the days when you were running for happiness while the real happiness was inside you. You didn't scrounge yourself but you searched for others for that happiness. Life isn't still, it's like sine and cosine curves that varies from one region to another sometimes rising high and exaggerating your dreams while sometime it will throw you down and shatter you to begin a new journey. The more you will fall down the more capabilities you will learn and mistakes you committed will let you dive to depth of success The clock of life w...

जब राज़ हो दिल में गहरा हर ज़ख्म पे यादों का पहरा जब मंज़िल ने भी मुंह फेरा यारों ने भी आशियाना छोड़ा। जब आसूं भी बह ना पाए नज़रों को भी मिला ने पाए जब लफ़्ज़ों ने भी ज़बान ना हो कम्बख़त इश्क़ भी अब साथ ना हो। बस हंसी भी ख़ामोश रहे हर दिन में रात ढले मन में कुछ बवंडर सा है अपना जो था आज़ पराया सा हैं। -Praful Maheshwari

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