Again.

She was about to leave for a trip and completed her last page of diary... Packed it with a flower and hid it in her safest place her mom knew what she keeps and where she keeps but she never found... Her trip went well she came back to read her notes but as she reached home she forgot about it... Busy in her household chores time flew by one day she craved for a poem she was super excited that she had a complete Book of her own writings from childhood to the day before her trip she quickly jumped off her bean bag and searched for her Diu that's what she named it... As the moment came she found her diary she found it in a condition she broke... The whole Diu was eaten up by termite the whole book full of emotion was no more her Diu died she cried from her heart it was not just a diary it was report card a book of happiness and sadness that never left her side that never judged her because she herself judged herself... That day she decided not to write again and left her mood of writing... Days passed years passed one day she was away from home she left and in mood to come back soon but she didn't return. Her heart was dying to do something she tried everything but all her efforts went in vain she was getting irritated she had nothing to do but her mind was not letting her to settle down what should she do was the biggest confusion... She searched and found her that pen. She picked it up and kept it aside... The moment she picked it up an idea striked her again her brain asked "should I??can I ?? how could I !!... I never promised not to hold a pen I never promised not to pen down my emotions" so that moment had a spark she picked up her pen and started writing again that day her hand felt no pain neither did her brain she was sleepy but her eyes were awake she was smiling her heart was happy she did something that nobody could stop her from she started again and is continuing still now... Her emotions are felt through her words... those are not just her words it is her feelings that cherish those gone moments...

An Ode to Home

If I ever knew that was the first and last time I was kissed back,

I would never have allowed you to kiss me.

If I ever knew that warmth of your hug was for the last time,

I would never have hugged you.

If I ever knew this was the last time I am watching you sleep smiling,

I would never have fallen asleep beside you.

If I knew it was the last time I was arranging everything here,

I would have messed up all those things.

If I knew this was last time I was waiting at my favorite place,

I would never have made it my favorite.

If I ever knew, that was the last time I am steeping out of my house,

I would never have explored the world.

If I ever knew that was the last time I am eating late here,

I would never have served that plate.

If I ever knew my gifted colors will remain unused,

I would never have accepted them.

If I ever knew my foodie demands are being fulfilled because this is the last time I am eating from her hands,

I would never have let her to make me eat that time.

If I ever knew you can't hold your tears when am not around,

I would never have boarded the train.

If I only knew all this would happen when am grown up,

I wish I remained a child...I wish I remained a child.

Bandhan

Na bhai ke sath rahi na hi behen ke
Rahi jinke sath raha sar par unka hath...
Pal bhar k lie v unhone mujhe nazron ojhal nahi kia..
Door kia bhi toh dil ko taar taar kia...
Suna hai Har subah unki meri sham se hoti...
Sham ko roz unse do pal ki batein jo hoti...
Ghar pe rehti toh hulchal bani rehti thi
Ab door gai toh diwarein me naraz ho baithi...
Darwazon ko jaise uski talab rehti hai
Maa ka dil Bas ab uske ane se darwazon ko kholan ki aas me rehti hai...
Bacha nahi ghar ka ek farishta chala gaya...
Ghar se bacha nahi sharir ka ansh chala gaya...
Wo aaegi dobara use apne bahon me daboch lungi...
Unn dino ki tarah apne godi me sula lungi..apne godi me hi sula lungi...

आखरी पड़ाव की ओर

अक्सर यह दिन मुझे याद आएगी 28 june बहुत याद आएगी आज का ही दिन था जब मेरे घर से मेरी विदाई हो गई. घर ने विदा किया घरवालों ने नहीं, उसका अभी वक्त नहीं आया था ऐसे कैसे विदा कर देते... माता पिता ने पड़ोसियों की नहीं सुनी यह नहीं सोचा की "लोग क्या कहेंगे" बस मेरा और अपना सपना पूरा करने के लिए भेज दिया मुझे... आखरी पड़ाव तो अभ बाकी था मैंने entrance कहाँ दिया था, कहाँ मैने यूनिवर्सिटी में एडमिशन कराया था अपना. पर ट्रेन में चढ़ने के बाद मेरे हाथ में एक पेपर का बंडल थमाया और कहा की जब छुट्टी का पता चल जाए तब इसे घर भेज देना भरोसा तो देखो अब तक डेस्टिनेशन के लिए रवाना भी नही हुई थी पर सपने पूर से हो गए थे अभी गई भी नहीं और यहाँ वापिस घर कैसे आना हे इसकी चिंता शुरू हो गई थी. पापा थे भला कैसे अपनी एक लौती बेटी को छोड़ देते . आँखें भर आई थी पर कमज़ोर नहीं पड़ना था वरना सामने खड़ी बेटी रो देती . माँ साथ में आ रही थी मेरे, उनको तो फिर भी वक्त था मेरे साथ गुजारने को. मैं अपनी सहेली के साथ ट्रेन से उतर कर फोटो निकाल रही थी तभी पापा ट्रेन से मम्मा से मिलकर आकर बोलते हैं चल टाइम हो गया अब ट्रेन में चढ़ जा शायद यह बोलते-बोलते उनकी आवाज़ भर आई . इशारे से आगे कहा, फिर कहा पता है तु ऐट्रेंस क्लीयर नहीं कर पाएगी फिर भी अपनी पूरी ज़ोर लगा देना पिछे मत हटना कोई सवाल मत छोड़ना और इतना बोलते ही ट्रेन की हॉर्न बज उठी एक बार नहीं कई बार बजी पर ट्रेन छुटने का नाम नहीं ले रही थी ना जाने कितने  सपने पूरे होने वाले थे पर साथ ही कुछ रिश्तों पर असर पड़ने वाला था साथ ही कुछ रिश्ते और मजबूत होने वाले थे कुछ और भी ज्यादा एक दूसरे को याद करने वाले थे. आँखों में भर रहे आँसू को ट्रेन मुझे दिखाना नहीं चाहती थी और इसलिए झटके से ट्रेन चालनी शुरू हो गई. झटका ज़ोर का था इसलिए मैं अदंर आगई डर के मारे कि कहीं पापा के सामने न रो दूं. पापा टूट जाएंगे फिर दो पल में ही वापिस दरवाज़े पर ही बाए बोलने के लिए आगई वह भी बिना रोए. मैंने कहा बाए और चल पडी अपने आखरी पडाव की ओर..