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This is my very first post in WordPress.
I love writing! And since I have been writing for a long time now, I thought of sharing my write ups with everyone! I would be sharing my poems and also short stories every Sunday with you guys! If you really like my work please do comment about it and any suggestions from you guys is always welcome! So I would start posting my first poem/short story from this coming Sunday and I hope it turns out to be a great view for you all.
I AM “REBORN“
– Aristha Meharwal
Born with religious wishes
And watery emotional eyes
Since then till now
You all have given me enough to rise.
Little did I know Mom,
Why noone ever held me up in their arms
I couldn’t even tell you
Cause my mind was a little dumb.
I soon realised I was a bit different
But people knew this from the start
I experienced neems and bitters,
When my little feet ran behind pickles and tart.
I always wanted to tell you kins,
My school teased me every day
For my different abilities
And some twisted tale.
I grew up suffering a lot
But I don’t mean to blame it at all
Because I know there were people
Who stood with me just like a wall.
Shifting to a new place
Came out to be a blessing for me
With beautiful souls surrounded by
It was just like an icing with a cherry.
I changed myself a lot for a better me
As I had to prove everyone
That I was nevertheless a beautiful talent,
And more courageous than I could ever be.
This poem is dedicated to Muskan, a very sweet friend of mine. Thanks for sharing your story with me girl. I know you wanted this for a long time and here it is finally.
Thank you people for all your love and support you gave me and thanks a lot for liking my poems. Also feel free to contact me if you want your own poetry version of life or dedicate any poem to your near and dear ones! After all Happiness doesn’t costs much!
Love you guys!
Bro-n-bond
You look like an introvert.
But you act like an extrovert.
You make mistakes
and you realise it too.
There’s always been times
when we regularly fight.
But there’s also been times
When we decided to be true.
Just like the other siblings
In the world
We were the naughtiest
And yeah, the worst too.
But we had our own time
Stealing the jujubes and fruits
And running around the roads
Going up the stairs as we grew.
This poem is dedicated to my elder brother Aryansh. Yeah, you might not have expected a poem for yourself 😂 but here it is bro. Hope you like it.
For anyone who wants to share up their good thoughts to be written in the form of a poem.. you can just let me know about it.
Thank you Tanushka once again to share your heart out! Love you my friend!And also if anyone is interested to share their stories, situations, incidents, or any message you wanna convey to anyone in a form of a poetry, you can contact me personally. Sharing happiness doesn’t costs much though.😊
Special Thanks to my friend Tanushka for sharing her story with me. Love you my friend and this one’s for you!😘
Parchaayi
Parchaayi meri
Na padegi tumpe
Itni dur mai chali jaungi
Parchaayi meri na pade tumpe
Itni dur mai chali jaungi
Yaara mere tu sambhalja abhi
Fir na tujhe mai mil paungi
Dil se tere jo utaari gayi
Fir laut ke naa kabhi aaungi
Baat meri ek suno to kabhi
Baatein na firse mai dohraaungi
Jeena yahin pe yahan zindagi
Ab is jahan mein na jee paungi
Parchaayi meri na pade tumpe
Itni dur mai chali jaungi
Dekh zara mud ke to sahi
Na jane fir kab nazar aaungi
Hasle zara sang mere abhi
Fir na kabhi mai yun has paungi
Dil ne jo aisa kiya sitam
Has ke har zakhm pee jaungi
Lauta do meri khushiyan khuda
Kabtak mai roye jeeye jaungi
Parchaayi meri na pade tumpe
Itni dur mai chali jaungi
Yaad na karna mujhe oh sakhi
Wapas na mai laut ke aaungi
Dard tha duniya mein itna bhara
Mai jaanti thi na seh paungi
Suno meri amma jo tune kaha
Waisi bitiya banke dikhlaungi
Baba ne jitne the sapne bune
Kaise bhala unhe chur kar jaungi?
Bhai ko keh dena ae khuda
Behan Teri, kabze mein mere padi
Satayega kisko wahan tu bata
Yahan se na jaane dunga kahin
Behnon ko keh dena oo amma
Ke ab na satayegi unki didi
Unke khilaune wo unke sahi
Ab na churaungi unko kabhi
Pyaare se chote bhai wo mere
Royenge itna, aankhein bhar bhar ke
Har baat maani thi unki bhali
Ab na kabhi wo pighal paayegi
Bojh kisipe na banna tha kabhi
Tabhi to parchaayi banke reh gayi
Sunke yeh pyaare mere doston
Na rona kabhi na rulana kabhi
Itna yaad karo mere saathi
Jeevan ka yeh pal to aana hi tha
Tumko to aansu bahana hi tha
Ek din to sabko yahan se jaana hi tha
Yaad meri na aaye tujhe
Sapno mein tere na aaungi
Parchaayi meri na pade tumpe
Itni dur mai chali jaungi
Itni dur mai chali jaungi…
~by Aristha Meharwal
Thank you everyone for reading this poem! Do leave a comment behind if you like this poem and any kinds of suggestions from you guys is always welcome! Also do share this post with your family and friends!
Chances forever
A field of opportunity Is a gratitude to an individual. The time we hit the eternity We no more see things which are factual.
All of those who wonder, Could have been the ruler! But not all bear, Gets honey to shear.
Time passes by, Leaving the world of sigh, Like falling sands, From our hands.
But when time oppilate advancement And there’s no choice left, There’s only one whose help is meant The belief to win, deep inside which you kept.
Thank you for reading my poem! Don’t forget to come back to my blog on every Sunday for more poems!
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