Kishton se rishte!

Kishton main bat rahi hai zindagi
Rishton main humko bandh gayee
Beeti huwi yaadain safar ke pair bane
To bhawishya unmain jhungaroo si baj rahi

Bacchpan ateet na tha
Na hi jawaani aaj hai
Bas kal ek tasveer tha
Jo aaj darpan dikha rahi

Kajal se saji huwi ankhe thi jo
Aaj unko lakeero ne hai sajaaya
Khoobsurati ka kapde odhe
Badalte mausamo ne bahut kuch hai sikhaaya

Ungali pakadke jo chalna seekha
Ungli pakadkar chalna tha sikhaaya
Seekhte sikhaate chalna seekh gaye
Isi seekh ne humako dhalti umar main thamaaya

Moh se ladi huwi thi jo zindagi
Wohi abhi unmol se lag rahi
Kishto main jo thi bat gayee
Wohi abhi rishton main hai saj rahi

Hema S

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The metamorphosis of life. The phases we go through. The things we learn and the relationships we build with those phases, and in those phases. The transformations that complete us and keeps us ready for further changes.

The installments that instill.

Price!

For every breath that I take,
And, every breath that leaves me,
I understand that,
Nothing I get comes free,
Nothing that leaves me is unpaid,
The sleep that captures me,
The dreams in that slumber,
Set my ambitions free,
For that freedom, I still,
Get to pay the price,
For, I wake up to this world again,
And need to walk along the time,
Peace comes in pieces,
All in shades of grey,
And then every thought which comes to me,
And, every thought that leaves me,
I understand that,
Nothing I get comes free,
Nothing that leaves me is unpaid.

Hema S

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The ‘barter’ system of nature. Nothing comes free. There us a price for eveeything we get. The unique mystical balance of nature

Depression

Silence from the yard of graves
Fills the vaccum in me
Am I the one alive who is standing among the dead
Or are these people dead who listen to me

If dead could walk
You would see me in a frame
My body just breaths
Without life, but in its name

Every minute is a battle
Everyday I put up this fight
It is not the world that is my enemy
My nemesis is right inside

My silent screams go unnoticed
My shadow leaves me in despair
Fear just does not grasp me
My heart tears into pieces beyond repair

Fire burns inside of me
Ashes blow through my eyes
No respite to the scorched breath
Freedom is nowhere in sight

Mute is my cry for help
I dont see a door
If escapade is not a myth
Whose hand do I hold

Cursed is this land or
The layout where I stay
Every step takes me to a hole
There is no ground for me to lay

Corpses of my desires
Desserted on the shore
My Soul orphans me often
Leaving my body to fight alone

Will this coffin put me to rest
Or is this just another quest
Take me to the world of peace
Let this life blend into breeze.

Adhoori kahani ki poori daastaan!

Kissa jisse samjha tha
Tum to ek daastaan ban gaye
Rubaroo bas awaaz se huwi thi tumhari
Pehli mulaqat main tasveer se insaan ban gaye

Kadam jab badhaya tumhari aur
Tum sapno ke saudaagar ban gaye
Aarzoo ki roshni se jab tumhe dekha
Dil dhadkaane waale mehmaan ban gaye

Musafir ki talaash ke mausam main
Tum mere pairon ke nishaan ban gaye
Aasamaan se jab tumhaara deedar kiya
Mere pyaar ke karwaan ban gaye

Waqt bewaqt ke toofan main
Tum ankho ke baarish ban gaye
Mausam ka chatata baadal jisse samjha
Tum to waqt ke azaan ban gaye

Chand haseen palon ki kahaani
Ke tum ek raat waali chaand ban gaye
Poori jisse samjhe rahe the hum
Us adhoori prem kahani ke paatradhaar ban gaye


Pyaar kai baar hota hai! ❤

Kisne kaha ki pyaar sirf ek baar hota hai
Mujhe to tumse din main kayee baar hota hai
Titliyon se nahi hai rangeen pankh tumhare
Phir bhi subha ka rang ankho main bhari jaati ho
Pair zameen par drud khade hai tumhare

Phir bhi aasmaan main udaan bhari jaati ho

Dhuwa udhe to kahi kuch jala hoga
Us dhuwe ke gandh ko haath main malkar
Dhuwe ki dhoondh ko dhoondala kiye jaati ho
Gandh ki kya parwah hai tumhe
Khushboo ko bhi tum unsuna kiye jaati ho

Apne aap apni sur gaaye jo
Use gaane ka mauka dekar apni sur anth main sunaati ho
Jo sunkar apni chod tumhaare taareef kare
Yeh bina bole unke dil se khud kehelwaati ho

Aaine se to roz hum log bole
Sunne ka himmat tum dikhaati ho
Woh bhi tumhari prashansa kare
Tum aise jiye jaati ho

Khoobsurati jo har koi dekhe
Unhe uska matlab samjhati ho
Hasne se to har koi khoobsoorat dikhe
Dukh main bhi khoobsoorati ke rang chalka jaati ho
Ek din main kitni baar zindagi jiye jaati ho

Suna tha ki pyaar ka ehsaas zindagi main ek baar hota hai
Mujhe to din main yeh pyaar kai baar mehsoos karati ho

Chalo itihaas banaaye (चलो इतिहास बनाए)

Chalo ek kahani bunaaye
Chalo ab duniya ko dikhaaye
Chalo ab zindagi ko samjhaaye
Ki hum sirf ek katputli nahi hai
Chalo hum kisi kahani ke sutradhaar banke dikhlaaye

Chalo hawa ka rukh badalwaaye
Chalo dhoop ke sagar main baadal ki naiyya banaaye
Chalo baad main kaagaz ki naav se logon ko bachaaye
Aur bataye ki humaare diye toofan main bhi jalenge
Hum baad main se ubharenge aur duniya ko sahara denge
Hum bhagwaan nahi par insaan zaroor banenge

Chalo kudrat se bhid jaaye
Chalo insaaniyat ki neev sajaaye
Insaan bhi kudrat ka hissa hai
Kudrat ki dhaal banakar Kudrat se lad jaaye
Duniya ko hosolon ki taaqat ka ehsaas dilaye
Chalo itihaas banaye


चलो अब कहानी बुनाए
चलो अब दुनिया को दिखाए
चलो अब जिन्दगी को समझाए
की हुम सिर्फ एक कत्पुथ्ली नही है
चलो हम किसी कहानी के सूत्रधार बनके दिखाए

चलो हवा का रुख बदल्वाये
चलो धूप के सागर मैं बादल की नैय्या बनाए
चलो बाड मैं काघज़ की नाव से लोगों को बचाए
और बताये की हमरे दिये तूफान मैं भी जलेंगे
हम बाड मैं से भी उभरन्गे और दुनिया को भी सहारा देंगे
हम भगवान नही पर इन्सान ज़रूर बनेंगे

चलो कुदरत से भिड़ जाये
चलो इंसानियत की नीव सजाये
इन्सान भी तो कुदरत का हिस्सा है
कुदरत को ढाल बनाकर कुदरत से लढ जाये
दुनिया को हौसलों की ताक़त का एहसास दिलाए
चलो इतिहास बनाए


Let’s make history. Let’s fight. We will win this battle.

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Bare or Bear!

Flings with situations that apease us do not patronize us at that particular moment. Because our desires are forged into our needs and we fail to understand its boundry we have crossed and the cost we must pay.

There is a reason and a lesson behind these fables and tales we are made to listen to. That’s how we get to understand the difference between light and dark. But we learn that when we stare too much at light, it may blind us and if we look too deep into dark is when we get directed towards a light which routes us further.

These are tell takes of wisdom sought only when we fight battles and not just be an audience to it. We proclaim to be humble and frame humility as an ornament. But are they just a body or absorbed by our soul is worthy of an answer which only wisdom can give.

Wisdom has the power to destroy and create. The path we chose to take is where the fate of our soul lies.
Bare or Bear is the ground reality on how much we uncover the light and draw wisdom as a sorcerer or how much our soul bears the brunt of the arrogance we market as wisdom. As every hit from dark costs us a piece of our soul and we cannot question on what is most precious to lose.

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Some sounds are music to ears, some are just plain noise, while some are a surprising element of mystery and some are mystic. When mystery and mystic sound the same, we wonder what we capture or what has us captured.

HemasSphere presents series on the choicest of ‘homophones’ forged into a choice of lifestyle worth to look into.

While the world moves on sounds, who could fathom that sounds move the world.

Accessary or Accessory!

The surprising element of a support system is when it-‘support’, being the protagonist of the story, takes a back seat and is considered just a decorative element.

We cannot fathom to reach a destination without following a certain route. Support is the path to reach the pinned location.

Like the other face of every story, support system has a dark or evil doppelganger, while the other one is brighter and full of light. A good charactered entity to summarize.

The glory and the glamour catches the eye when we get accessoriers to support our temperment. Be it on us or what we tend to drape over us. A beautification object.

The partner in crime realistically supports the dark to imbue its hold over. The accessary in the role, without whom the darkness who just be confined and powerless.

The power which support holds is something which we need to mull over.

Where battles cannot be won alone, support wins kingdoms.

And the choice we make to choose to be the kind of support would describe the battle we choose to fight. As the ultimate truth is that light always emerges.

Accessory or accessary – the reign of the chosen crown.

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Some sounds are music to ears, some are just plain noise, while some are a surprising element of mystery and some are mystic. When mystery and mystic sound the same, we wonder what we capture or what has us captured.

HemasSphere presents series on the choicest of ‘homophones’ forged into a choice of lifestyle worth to look into.

While the world moves on sounds, who could fathom that sounds move the world.

Dye or Die!

Truth – when a patch of cloud hovers over the scorching sun, its the sigh of relief which does not cloud our judgement. The appearence of a patch of fog dye’s the feiry ball of fire, though temporarily.

That’s a survival instinct donned by truth which ravels itself in relieving that at dawn the light was a necessity and as time ticked by the cloud was.

It is a truth or dare situation where truth is utmost important but dare to dye the truth is survival.

Change is most certain a formula formulated by that machine we see as time, this one in particular designed by nature.

Nothing is stunted, one’s which are are shunned. The insignia of change is not to camouflage or hide the truth, but reveal the paramount need to change.

Death is the ultimate truth, but survival is a fact. We are designed to accept the facts first and not feign ignorance of the truth. There is no battle between fact and the truth but there is one between survival and death.

Dye or die is more of a nature phenomina at play which endorses the statement of change, a statement of survival.

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Some sounds are music to ears, some are just plain noise, while some are a surprising element of mystery and some are mystic. When mystery and mystic sound the same, we wonder what we capture or what has us captured.

HemasSphere presents series on the choicest of ‘homophones’ forged into a choice of lifestyle worth to look into.

While the world moves on sounds, who could fathom that sounds move the world.