Live creating yourself.

If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right.

-Steve Jobs' Words of Wisdom

Sea link(Mumbai)

A Journal of Poetry.

Hai dard me duba har insaan,
Waqt ne kiya hai sabko badnaam.


Har kisi ke naseeb me nahin hota paana,
Un pankh ki unchi udaan.


Umeed to bahut hain duniya me,
Jeene ko.. kuch kar dikhane ko,
Par mukammal hoti hain khwahishe chand kushnasibo ko.

Ye kasoor ho unke kismat ka,
Ya karam ka ho phal....


Log aate to hai is zami pe,
Par gumnaami ke andheron me kho jaate hain,
Pehchan vahi bana paate hain,
Jinpar hota khuda meharbaan.


Kyunki is zindagi ko jeena har kisi ke liye,
Hain nahin asaan....

-Shweta Rajvanshi (A Journal of Poetry)

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Ek koshish..

Ek koshish hai ye sach dikhaane ki,
taaki aankhe band hote hue bhi hum andhe bankar na rahen.
ye jataane ki,
ki is duniyan ke chaka-chaundh me unka astitva kahin gum na ho jaayen.
ye sunaane ki,
ki in hassi ke shor me kahi vo siskiyan kono me ansuni na reh jaayen.


Umar ke is nazuk padav pe,
un dabe armaano ki...
kho chuke uljhe rishton me,
un zindagi ke jasbaaton ki...
ek baar fir waqt ko thaam ke,
khule aasman me udne ki...

Yaad dilaane ki, hai ye ek koshish!

kyunki apni zimmedariyon se muh feerte hue vo ghar ke chiraag,
na jaane kitne aaye aur chale gaye,
unke vajood ka udaa ke mazak.

Zinhone zindagi bhar un taaron ko,
apne seene se laga kar rakh-kha,


Mauka aane par,
unhi aankhon ke taaron ne chura liya apno se peecha.


-Shweta Rajvanshi (A Journal of Poetry)

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Jaane kyun?

Jaane kyu aajkal ek bechaini si rehti hain,

Jo mera ho nahin sakta...

Usse paane ki chahat si rehti hain.

Najaane har waqt kuch darr sa lagta hain,
kahin door jake rone ka man karta hain.

kahin kuch khaali sa hain,
Jo bharta nahin...

Ek dard jaane kiska,
Jo kam hota nahin...

Suna hain waqt hi sabse bada marham hota hain,
Phir aisi kya baat hain, ki ye mujhpe asar karta nahin.

-Shweta Rajvanshi (A Journal of Poetry)

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Ud jaane do!

Us din ko dhal jaane do,
Un hassi raaston ko guzar jaane do.
Jin galiyon ne kabhi apnaya na tha,
Un yaadon ka na poochon pata.

In ashkon me dube hue lafzon ke sahi,
Ya khamoshi me sisakti hui aahon ke sahi.


Jo nasha kisiko kho ke jeene me hain,
Jo dhua chand hassraton ko na paane ki jalan me hain.

Ud jaane do!
Ud jaane do, unhe hawaa me....
Sunsaan raahon me nikal jaane do!

-Shweta Rajvanshi  (A Journal of Poetry)

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Dreams & Aspirations.

Throughout our lives we meet and see innumerable people. They come and go, fading into obscurity and unimportance as we continue to grow. However, the few who remain challenge this fact of life and carve their own image into our persona. My father has been this image of inspiration as I have grown from a girl to an adult. Traveling from a small town, he had a dream not to become rich and famous, but to live a life full of happiness. He yearned not for elegance and luxury, but for a loving family with whom he could share his days. From an early age my father was the symbol of guidance and support for his younger brothers and sisters, showering his grace over his siblings in order to support them in their endeavors. Through hard work and dedication he always dreamt of supporting the family by securing a government job hence to become an engineer was my father’s ultimate ambition.

It is this unbreakable resolve to strive for success that drives my own will to achieve my dreams. Although he didn't able to have a great education, it is my desire to attain that for him. He has always told me to challenge myself regardless of the difficulty or struggle. Unlike other parents, he cared more for the continual demand that coexists with the harder courses rather than the grades I may receive. My father has taught me to take the rockier trail rather than the newly paved one. Even in times of hardship watching him strugling, he continued to convey his hard working approach to life. Not only has my father influenced the morals and ethics that I adhere to, he is also leaving his imprints on my life, creating a person who will not labor for himself, but for others.

These are some lines which I wrote for him:

He was young, he had dreams and aspirations.

He saw the world before him and wanted to conquer all of it.

I was young, his dreams and aspirations changed.

He saw the world before him and realized he had everything.

I grew and he watched.

He guided and I listened.

Now I see the world before me.

He is old, now I am where he once was.

I will grow old, I will be where he is now.

And I can only hope I will be able to teach a child of my own the world is full of everything they will ever want.

Our bond is more than blood.

Our bond is beyond when our hearts stop..!!

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