Hind Poem: लिखना


अब  लिखना  विखना  बंध  हुआ ,

वो  सपने  दिखना  बंध  हुआ ,

कागज़ , कलम  से  जो  होती  थी ,

उन  चर्चाओं  का  अंत  हुआ ।

अब  लिखना  विखना  बंद  हुआ ।

वो  सोच  सोई  दूर  कमरे  में  जाकर ,

शब्द  ढूंढे  उसे  गांव भर  फिरकर ,

मिलके  जो  सेकते दोनों, यादों  की  रोटी ,

वो  रोटी  खाना  अब  दुर्लभ  हुआ ।

अब  लिखना  विखना  बंद  हुआ ।

अब  किसी  की  कमी  नहीं  खलती ,

वो  जो  था  दर्द , अब  नर्म  हुआ ।

किसी  चेहरे  को  देख , अब  हसीं  नहीं  खिलती ,

ख़ुशी  का  जो  भाव  था ,अब  कम हुआ ।

एहसास  जो  टहला  करता  था ,

गली , मुहल्लों  और  दुकानों  में ,

उसका  अब  चौबारों  से  निकलना  ख़त्म  हुआ ।

अब  लिखना  विखना  बंद  हुआ ।

ख़त्म  हुई  अब  जुस्तजू ,

ख़त्म  हुई  अब  बेचैनी ,

ख़त्म  हुई  वो  नोक  जोक  खुदसे ,

ख़त्म  हुई  वो  गलतफैमी ,

वो  असमंजस  में  फिरती  रूह  का ,

किस्से  कहानियों  से  अब  रिश्ता  ख़त्म  हुआ ।

अब  लिखना  विखना  बंद  हुआ ।

@ramta jogi 

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In the loving memory !!



With time, we have not only distanced ourselves with other people but also with our memories, emotions and the feeling of love which we once carried in us.

Presenting a poem on the same In the loving memory

Hope you will like it !!


Let us share a moment of grief

Let us shed a drop of tear,

For love, memories, emotions,

For all that was once real !!


In loving memory of love,

Which defined us the way we are,

Made us a poetry with no words,

Raising us at par.

But the shine on the armor dried,

Rust took place, touch of sword lied,

Love !! stands now no ground,

Though still defined,

It doesn’t mean, It doesn’t sound.

Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, it drive

In its loving memory, we strive


In loving memory of memories,

Which once existed in teary eyes,

In the boisterous laugh,

In the mischievous smile,

No longer do they feel the same,

No innocence of the time,

And even the thought sounds lame.

Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, they drive

In its loving memory, they strive


In loving memory of emotions,

Which once did exist,

In the metaphors,

In the similes

In the memories, which once were realities,

No longer they beat,

No longer they rhyme,

Numb, dull, lost, they are,

Difficult to understand and realize,

Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, they drive

In its loving memory, they strive

@ramta  jogi


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Short Story 8: Abeda Tailors



A woman finding happiness in a known world still treating her in unknown fashion.

Presenting short story 8: Abeda Tailors

Hope you will like it


 

She was clad in burkha, but her eyes showed dreams, desires and aspirations. Abeda Husan was covered in that single piece but the way of walking showed the confidence. She continued to walk down the market place where each shop was owned by a male, but she was more worried about the food, she had cooked for her mother-in-law, getting cold. The neighborhood eyes continued to watch her from both the sides as she made her way. Some well-wishers looked and smiled to her, inquired about her health, some perverts tried to have a glimpse of her body even in the fully clad attire from their side eyes. She smiled to all and moved. Finally, the first turn to the right she took and saw the small ten by ten shop with a board hanging “Abeda Tailors”.

She unwrapped her face, which was content at the sight of her shop. She opened the shutters and entered with four other men, her employees. The entire day passed in working on old orders and taking new ones. It was Diwali so the rush continued till late. Her team was instructed to work till late as the entire neighborhood was in an urgency regarding their orders. At 9 the shutters were down. She checked the phone and saw many messages and missed calls from her husband. She called him and informed him of the situation and made her way back to her home.

The mother-in-law was screaming in the background too and she understood that tonight as always will not be a good night. The door opened with her husband cursing her for the inappropriate timing of returning home giving the examples and teachings of community. She listened but focused on her way towards the kitchen as she knew that is what they have been waiting for. While cooking, she was subjected to the continuous taunts from her mother-in-law sitting in the hall. As soon as she cooked the food and gave it to them the banter discontinued.

Alas! She knew it will arise again the next evening. No one will ask her about her day, her struggles, her work or her happiness, what they will want is their satisfaction. The money she is earning is again spent in the same house only, but the aura and illusion of the society that the house is run by a man takes over her hard work. Her husband works but earns less than her and still gets love and appreciation from all.

It is 11:30 and she is thinking of waking at 6 the next morning to complete the daily chores and leave for work, when her husband suddenly tugs her in the arm. She understands what is about to transpire. She wants to signal her lack of interest but she knows a refusal at this moment will instigate his ego and create a scene again at late night. She gives in. With no emotions, love, feelings at that moment she surrenders her body to him. With her pain giving him pleasure, she accepts his arms.

It has been 20 minutes and undressed she is lying and he is on the other side sleeping in his own pleasure. She dresses, clears the tear drop from eyes and switches off her table light and sleeps.

Her surrounding, her husband, her mother-in-law or the society, none of it will matter tomorrow ,when she opens her shop.

@ramtajogi


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