When I Would Be Old

When I Would be Old

When I would be old, with those feeble hands,
The stammering words and the wrinkled bark
Do I would have a  hand, to go to the final destination,
Or I would be alone, with only my determination.

When my legs would, not go further,
When I would be, bent on my back,
And can't stand straight longer,
Do I would have a stick,
That would stick to me,
And Let me stay, as I want to be.

When youth have fallen from me,
Like the leaves that fall from tree,
When I would become a barren land,
Waiting for the last rain, to fall free,
Do I would have a rainbow to see
That would take me to the last dream.

When my muscles would become loose
And sight would faint like foggy luce,
When my skin would be shivering,
And my thoughts would be static,
Do I would have eyes of my own,
That would make me watch the last scene.

When  I would be old,
And my every belonging also,
When not all that stayed with me,
Will  exist certainly for any longer,
Do,  I would have any companion,
To go with me, by the unknown way to unknown allocation.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

Words

Words
Words can became arrow,
And would go apart,
Words can be breeze,
And blossom your heart.

Words can be gale of demon,
And can rend your innocent world,
Words can be fortune of rain,
And can be spring for droughted hurled.

Words can be auspicious blast
And can be greenery of optimism,
Words can be evil flood that last,
And can sink you in pessimism.

So, choice is much yours,
Of bitter or fruity tongue,
You want to be amicable person,
Either a nightmare for everyone.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

Success & Failure

Try and try,
Keep trying your best,
Till you don't achieve,
What you think, you can!!!

Don't feel sad,
If you fail, at your first attempt,
Because failure is,
The first step to success.

As an small ant,
Keep trying climbing on the wall,
Till it doesn't reach,
Where it want!!!

So,  don't be sad,
If you haven't achieved,
What you want,
Cause, one day comes for everyone,
When he is the hero of his own world.

And that day is the day,
When he becomes,  successful,
After facing failure.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

भारत माता के शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत प्रणाम है

भारत माता के शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत  प्रणाम है

जिसके कारण हम मनाते हैं दिवाली,
जिसके कारण शांति से होते बाकी त्योहार हैं,
जिसके कारण उठते खुशी-उमंगों के गुलाल है
उन शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत  प्रणाम है।।

जो खुली हवा में सांसे हम ले,
जो बहती  नदी जिंदगी की बेफिक्री से,
इसके पीछे आपके अनगिनत त्याग हैं
आप शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत  प्रणाम है।।

आपके बलिदानों की कहानीयाँ असंख्य-हजार हैं,
जिसके लिए हम सदैव कर्जदार हैं,
ये कविता आपके लिए एक कृतज्ञता का श्रृंगार है,
भारत माता के शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत  प्रणाम है।।

शिवांगी सौम्या

When You Are Your Own Sun And The Sky

When You Are Your Own Sun And The Sky

When you are your own sun
And the sky,
You wanna go to star,
But don't know the flight.

No wind blowing to make,
You go up,
But hurdle of insults and discouragements,
Everywhere present to make you dump.

When you are only pillar,
Who support,
When you are only one,
Who believe on you.

Nothing exist here to guide you,
To reach your aim,
Yes, but people are there to through,
pebble of discouragement.

When you only know, you are,
Meant to be there,
When you only know, you,
Deserve to be there.

No one waiting to see,
You at your goal,
Yes, But have envy with,
Every step you come close.

When you are only one,
There with you,
When only you know,
What you are going through.

Nobody there to suggest,
Resulting idea,
Yes, but are there to disparage,
Whatever you do.

When you are your own strength,
And determination,
When you learn yourself to build,
After each disaster.

So, now you have stop thinking,
According to their benefits,
Cause you know your only dream left
Need to get exist.

When you are your own sun,
And the sky,
You wanna go to the star,
But don't know the flight.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

सूरज फिर भी निकलता है

सूरज फिर भी निकलता है

कितने भी काले बादल हों,
सूरज फिर भी निकलता है,
अपनी वो, दीप्ति रश्मि  से,
यह पुरा जग रोशन करता है।

मगर, जब संध्या आती है,
अंधेरा छाने लगता है,
सूरज की अमर रश्मि,
जब अंधेरा में छिप जाती है।

अगला दिन फिर आता है ,
जब सूरज फिर निकलता है,
अपनी वो अमर रश्मि से,
यह पूरा जग रश्मिमय करता है।

हर दिन उजाला होता है,
हर रात अंधेरा होता है,
अंधेरा, उजाला छिपाता है,
उजाला, अंधेरा भगाता है।

अंतर बस इतना होता है,
सबका वक्त आता है,
कभी अंधेरा छाता है,
कभी उजाला आता है।

सूरज की अमृतमय किरणों से,
जग का संचालन होता है,
मगर अंधेरा जब छाता है ,
सब कुछ रुक जाता है,
सब कुछ छिप जाता है।

कितना भी घना कोहरा हो,
सूरज फिर भी निकलता है,
अपनी वो सुधामयी किरणों से,
सम्पूर्ण विश्व किरणमयी कराता है।

फिर जग को संचालित करता है ,
मौसम कुछ भी होता है,
सूरज फिर भी निकलता है,
सूरज फिर भी निकलता है।।

ईफा एग्नेस

Tomorrow Is My Birthday

Tomorrow Is My Birthday

Tomorrow is my birthday,
And you can observe on the face
Neither I am feeling happy
Nor I am feeling sad.

Till my childhood, it was the pleasant waiting,
But in the teenage, it was the most saddening,
And the climax of every of those was,
Off course  left with ocean of tears.

But what is  now happenning
Mine mind, soul and heart isn't responding,
Neither I feel the pleasant excitement,
Nor I feel the saddening incitement.

Is maturity have started playing it's part?
Or, responsibilities have made me abstinent ! What?

Written by
Ifa Agnes

I Hate Birthday And Birthday Week

I Hate Birthday And Birthday Week

I hate birthday and birthday week,
I hate cake cutting and the gift I receive,
I hate people giggling around,
I hate pretend of yours being mine sound.

I hate the birthday wishes and birthday song,
I hate mine loneliness, when I am in crowd,
I hate people showing fake happiness; wow,
I hate the fake togetherness shower, show.

I hate the whole year Silence,
And  phone continuously ringing on one day, for a morning hour,
I hate not a single caring hand always,
And lots of instant love just for one day.

I hate birthday and birthday week,
I hate cake cutting and the gift I receive,
I hate that chorus birthday song,
I hate that ersatz wish, which just last for one day long.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

My Anger

My Anger

Yes, I am angry and I have anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.

Neither I intended someone to suffer ,
From mine fatal disease,
Nor, I did it; Cause I had been
Storing Grudge inside me.

But people never stop Making talk;
I am a bitch, And many more.
Well, I was aware of everything,
Like what I was made and what I am being.

Nothing mattered me now more or least,
And I didn't wanna be a beast,
Everyone called, I heard silently,
Cause I am aware with my animality.

Neither I was alike it,
Nor I had had become a bit,
Situation - Suffering made me rough,
But there exists a humanity though.

I was same as a common girl,
Had a tolerating power pearl,
Abide everything like other,
But Not I had fortune further.

I had to rant and rave,
Everytime I faced a deprave,
Made of unjustice and wrong,
That only I had beard for long.

Tolerating was, I doing all times,
But with a hostility of my prime,
Make my abstinence of long,
Turn into dust, Oh! My song.

And then my emotions and me,
Aren't in control for a second, see,
I say, then, truth of my heart,
Had felt, with words that worth.

And what I spoke then,
Is not all wrong; when,
You start first; And my defence,
Becomes for everyone wrong .

Truth is truth, it will flow one day,
Let me a bad person for someday,
You will be hero, for sure then,
God knows everything; So, have some same.

My anger is wrong I know,
But what you have done till, isn't evil show?
Leave it, I don't wanna discuss more,
Stupid fiend, in disguise of friend, you are a sore.

So, Yes, I am Angry and I have Anger ,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

The Little Customer And The Old Shopkeeper

The Little Customer And The Old Shopkeeper

     The old shopkeeper remembered with counting money by his old board specs, after the little customer had gone that he had given 300 rupees more than he should had, he started thinking he is now in loss and he won't get it back, he assumed that the child, may be enjoying with his  money
  After few minutes, the little customer returned  with a little  innocent smile and counting money with his little hands. He said with his childish stammering, " you have given  me 300 rupees more than you should,  take it back".
   The shopkeeper with the guilty of being judgemental about that child now felt sorry and take the money back and gave him a chocolate.
      The little customer with the treasure of honesty, which he himself wasn't aware of, run with his happy feet.
   "And its common, we humans are very judgemental about people, even without the knowledge of every aspect of situations, we develop numerous opinion".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Like In The Fairy Tales

Like in the fairy tales  

Like in the fairy tales , 

The princess waits, 

For her prince, 

I used to think like that, 

And after that,  

Everything would  change,

And every pain  I suffered, 

Would blossom into happiness. 

But now the Writer of reality , 

Have told me reality thing, 

"To rescue in real, 

No one comes, 

Cause everyone is busy, 

In waiting for themselves". 

So, From the problems of yours, 

Only You are the prince, 

Who can let you go away, 

By finding way, 

Only by yourself, Today. 

So,  the fairy tales , 

Have changed now, 

According to the, 

Changed world, 

So, for being rescued, 

Don't wait for your prince,

Cause he can be late, 

And you will be more suffering. 

But just go away, 

from everything worse, 

By the will power of your, 

And your own determination 

Cause you are yourself, 

 Form of femininity's flower. 

Written by 

Shivangi Saumya Suhani 

Terrorism Is No One's Friend

Terrorism Is No One's Friend

You killed the people of  my motherland,
And  consider yourself as victim,
You always had terrorism in your hand,
Beneath the face of innocence

You think we won't react,
But just let yourself do
What you want to tact,
With terrorism in both of your hand. .

But this time the tolerance have end,
And we have wrote a new beginning,
Nothing will be now leaved unfinished ,
Every of your sin will get punishing inning.

You will still astray and embrangle,
Your own people as you have done for long
because your fake courage can't admit your wrangle,
Since 1947,  had always been wrong.

You will now talk about Pacifism,
You are scourged ; how can you  admit?
Your false ego, now rants  and raves,
That's why you are giving atomic threats.

We all know its a spunous roar,
Just to embrangle your own blind folk,
How can you admit, wrong deeds of your,
Because your own people will start against you 'protesting talks'.

So, that's why you are banning India and Indian things,
But why not the water that also come from it??
This is just ersatz self respect,
Like the different teeth of elephant.

But let me tell you wicked minded people,
The virus you are using for us,
Is killing your own people too,
But to you, it never mattered and discussed.

You never cared for own public,
And are showing fake sympathy for kashmir?
Your deeds for humanity are all agnostic,
So, first cure yourself and then show fake concern for Indian emir.

Cause your agenda doesn't contain your people development,
But only terrorism,  terror and terrorist,
And making India baneful in front,
Of your people, for you personal benefits.

Not for only that but to hide your inadequacy,
And failure in social development establishing,
To hide your corruptness, wrongfulness and guilty,
This is the real truth, you are stashing..

But let me tell you one-day, it will be published,.
Across the sky, border, air and sea,
That day truth will hum everywhere and reestablished,
And it will come soon; in  the future for sure,  I can see.

Because of the seed that you have sown years  before and still flourishing it,
Cause 'Terrorism is no one's friend' and can never be,
And one day, it will itself, taught you lesson
And that day you will regret, what you have been doing since 1947.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

If I Were A Muslim

If I were a Muslim

If I were a Muslim,
I couldn't tolerate it,
To see my indian brother
Hating me extremely,

Only because of the religion I belong ,
I would have been suffering along,
With Suspicious eyes of my folk,
How could that pain I could revoke.

Where I born, where I was brought up,
That place is  not mine, I have to bear up,
This feeling, that is most unbearable,
How could I make it for me suffer able.

I will have to prove my patriotism,
Why? And even then, How would I have optimism,
How? How could I have it?
How? How could I bear that hatred feeling?

My tears and consoles are fake,
For martyr, who died for also my country's sake,
Even if I say, I would be said wrong,
And if didn't, I am supporting them for sure.

Yes, I would look alike them and my name,
But truth is, 'our thinking' aren't same,
They are doing bad in the name of religion,
And due to this similarity, I would suffer those eyes of hatred.

I know, it's because of religion I belong,
Because some people are using it for other's evil and wrong,
And I understand that, So  I am quite.
I don't Rebel for my feelings because, it won't have any right?

Nothing matters me more or least,
Alike you, Than to see my country in safety, ceased.
I would even then, tolerate everything,
But not those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings .

In My mind it would just recall again and again,
"Assassinate me, Kill me or murdered me with pain,
But don't look me with those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings,
But don't look me with those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings ".

So, If I were a Muslim,
I won't be able to tolerate it,
To see my indian brothers,
Hating me extremely  without any of my guilty.

Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Dear Bad Luck

Dear bad luck,
    I know I am Unlucky And my bad luck is the Unluckiest. But it should have a limit please.
    I know what I want I can't get cause for it I have to be best which I can't be. But even, what I deserve and what is mine, you don't let me have that. Why?.
    Am I the worst person of the world??
    Even, the worst have a little luck, but me never, ever since, my childhood I put all my efforts to get what I deserved but I couldn't it was okay every time it happened, I have already had, had enough.
    Today, while Googling I found that in my first poetry competition I had won jury appreciation prize. And I came to know after more than a year!!
    Why it happens to me every time, like every time?
    I don't know.
    May be the day you have came in my life,  u have stuck to me, but...
    Don't I deserve, what I really deserve??
   
Regards
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

http://tatabuildingindia.com/New-Site/index.php/contest-winners

Once Again A Depressing Post

Once Again A Depressing Post

    Once again, it was a depressing post of niyati!
"Missing somone"
   And I,  again  thought it was about  someone  who was never been  hers.
   And I began scolding her, again  without asking, whether that post was really concerned with it.
  " Niyati, Why don't you understand, people won't share ur pains and will make you comfortable but will make it more bitter, don't share ur feelings on social networks.
"Shivi,  I am sorry ,I hadn't told you, it's been a year of my nana's (maternal grandfather's) death, and today is his death anniversary. I am missing him a lot, I just can't believe that he isn't with us ".
    I was shattered with her words, she pardon without my grant for her apologies.. But I was just left regretting.
   " We human are very judgemental, we  without trying to  know different aspects of things and start giving our opinion and when we realise our mistake,  we aren't left to do much then feeling ashamed ".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Wait And Watch

Wait And Watch

Wait and watch,
With working hard, 
That's what would only last. 

When the rusted iron, 
Of hard work and labe, 
Would turn bright gold. 

You My Friend, 
Will bath with,  then, 
Shower of Success kin. 

You won't need, 
then to reply every, 
Bullying tolerated. 

That would themselves,
bumped with  invisible, 
Slap of shame.  

Shivangi Saumya Suhani 

Mere Sympathy

Mere Sympathy

'Mere sympathy', 
I don't like, 
Your coming, 
From different eyes. 

Only, apathy
I show,  alike,   
To your  incoming, 
To say you banal byes.

Neither thy, 
Nor your words feel like, 
Are petty helping, 
But are trifling consolatories. 

That's why, 
Mere sympathy 
I don't like, 
Your coming 
From different eyes. 

Shivangi Saumya Suhani

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ?

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

मैं बसंती हवा, 

बहती चली मैं वहाँ, 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा जहाँ।। 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा जहाँ।। 

भ्रमणार्थ निकली, 

उत्तर, पुरब, दक्षिण, पश्चिम, 

खोजती मैं रही, 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

दिखती रही मुझे हर जगह, 

बच्चों की समझदारीयाँ, 

वयस्कों की लापरवाहीयाँ, 

इसलिए फिर महसूस हुआ, 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

आदर्श गांधीत्व न मिली, 

स्वच्छ भारतीत्व न मिली, 

बस कचरों की नदी दिखी, 

फिर मैं सोचती रही, 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

गयी मैं हर ग्राम, 

गयी मैं हर शहर खास-आम, 

नहीं मिली खुशबु स्वच्छताम, 

फिर खो गई मैं, सुबह-शाम, 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा कहाँ? 

फिर मैं पहुँची मेघों के देश में, 

छोटे गांव माउलाएनाँग के भावेश में, 

स्वच्छता जहाँ कण-कण आवेश में, 

तब आत्मविभूत हो ह्रदय ने कहा, 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा यहाँ!! 

'स्वच्छ भारत', मेरा यहाँ!! 

शिवांगी सौम्या सुहानी 

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सभी चाहते हैं

सभी चाहते हैं,
एक क्षितिज उसका अपना हो,
जो सिर्फ उसके लिए,
बूंदें बरसाए,
धुप बिखराए,
छाँव फैलाए,
सभी चाहते हैं।।।

मगर,
सभी नहीं जानते हैं,
उस क्षितिज का कोई नहीं अपना है,
जो सबके लिए,
बूंदें बरसाए, 
धुप बिखराए,
छाँव फैलाए,
सभी चाहते हैं।।।

शिवांगी सौम्या सुहानी

P V Sindhu a Tribute to You

She was a girl like u and me,
She ran towards her dream,
Now, you, me and everyone see,
She will bring now happiness ream
In the heart of India, and we
Will be celebrating her win,
Finally India will have golden Olympic kin

Thanks p v sindhu
For giving us hope
This poem is tribute to you from ur fan u r my hero🙌😀🌈

Shivangi Saumya Suhani

India at Rio Olympic 2016

India At Rio Olympic 2016

    I am really disappointed with the performance of India in every sport in this Olympics games. Yes, I am   to a point that I don't want to even hear about it like any one else, it may be because of the excessive bubbling patriotism inside or it may be chauvinism.
    I feel like something dieing inside me when I find India  bowing down in every sport one by one and getting out of the main league which it had been never part of. But mine excessive imaginative mind or I guess my chauvinistic patriotism want it to be in it.
   But I know technically it won't be possible this time, mean this year. Our Player have not got that world class training that one want for those medal, it's because of the banality towards sports of our government, after every Olympic many promises are made, like others, but none are fulfilled and when next Olympics are held the promises of big prize money are announced just for mouth sake because, they themselves know that only few on counting of finger will won and therefore, they will be in no loss.
   So, After observing the performance of every player at Rio Olympic, I can say that, It's more than enough, to at least see Indian sport person at 4rth position at Olympic Games, cause they are there because of their passion, enthusiasm and own hard work, not because of the government policies which is present in the top most countries, without getting the best world class training they came at fourth place within the crowd of world's best players, is really more than enough, and we should stop discouraging there efforts, should applaud them with our love for sport same as that we have for cricket, because they really deserve it whole heartily.

Shivangi Saumya Suhani

The Unlucky Night

      The Unlucky Night

  After the medical treatment of his brother in law, Mr malik, Mr. Sharma was coming by bus, with him from Patna. In the way, the bus bus had broken down, at a desolate place, in the dead of night. Half of the passenger changed their bus and went toward their destination, but Mr. Sharma thought, the bus is being repaired, why do I change it, the journey will be chaos. So, he decided to wait till the bus  would be repaired.
  But destiny had different plan for him , nobody had known, what that night would change his as well as the life's of his belongings.
  In the dead of night, there came the Knights of evil of modern world 'Dacaiots'  with there Ak 47 and desi gun 'Tamancha'. Seeing this Mr. Sharma who had seated at last birth, hide his gold ring in one of his shoe and threw all his money under the  seat in front of him.
The Dacoits having covered there dreadful face with black piece of cloth of there black turban on there head, started shouted in loud voice
  "Jo hai de do , Jo hai de do , Ni to mar denge, jaan se mar denge, tamancha dekh rha hai na".
  And when the Dacoits came towards him, After snatching riches from others, threatened him for his life and asked for money.
  "I didn't have any", he said with stuttering voice .
  "Oye, Jyada shatir mat ban, samjha ke ni, Ye kaun hai, tere sath hai na. Iske pass paisa hoga na chal de, de be". In a voice as loud as loud can be.
  By bad fortune, there was money in Mr. Mallik's pocket, the Dacoits snatched it from him. Frightened Mr. Mallik didn't protested against them and took it from him.
  But Mr. Sharma with thoughts that how one can give there earnings which they have got after there hard labour just because one have gun and he is threatening you with it. No, so I can't let them take it from him.
   So, Mr. Sharma started protesting against them.
  One of the Dacoits said, "shant rhe ni to goli daag dunga, daag dunga".
  Mr. Mallik tried to convince him but, he didn't, and continue.
  The very moment they shoot Mr. Sharma, in the frightened bus with little trembling sounds, now it was terrified Silence all over in the bus and outside it in the dead of the night, in the desolate way.
    One night, one way, one destination, one convenience, one second, one moral thought and one nobly right and wisely wrong decision had changed the life of two family.
   "One had gone for the help of one and one had protest due to his moral noble thought and what that one got by those morality lesson?"
   "Death".?

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

'अफसोस' कश्मीर का

'अफसोस', कश्मीर का

जहाँ 10 में से 4 हैं,
           गरीबी के शिकार;
जहाँ है बेरोजगारी,
           विकार कि बाढ़;
जहाँ धन निर्भित है,
           न्याय- अन्याय;
जहाँ नहीं कर पाते हैं,
           सभी शिक्षा जलपान;
जहाँ नीचे से ऊपर तक
           भ्रष्टाचार महान;
जहाँ जवाबदेह नहीं,
           कोई किसी जाने की;
जहाँ बम- गोली ले लेती
           बिना बताए प्राण;
जहाँ पता नहीं लोगों को,
           सुबह निकलने पर,
           शाम पहुँचने का;

जहाँ की सरकार को,
चिन्ता नहीं अपने आम लोगों की,
ना ही, दिखती तकलीफें उनकी
ना ही, जरूरतें।।

वहाँ अफसोस है
कश्मीर का, कश्मीर का

खुद लगाकर आग स्वयं,
करते है अफसोस
कश्मीर का, कश्मीर का।।

शिवान्गी सौम्या सुहानी

The Hidden Side Of Moon

   The Hidden Part Of Moon

  A little boy was polishing shoes of people. I was as starring at him.
  He was polishing and repairing shoes of others, but he himself didn't had even a Slipper.
  I dared and asked to him, "you repair everyone's shoes and you yourself don't have shoes?
  "Di , sometimes the one who bring happiness to others have to himself be in the shade of sorrow". He replied and smirked. 
  I was speechless to his words, and left the place, unanswered.

  "Solely, his words were true, cause even the moon who brightens night have to keep a part of his to shade of darkness".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Bel Patra

    In the holy month of Sawan, it was Monday morning the day of fast, all over there was spirituality and devotion in  the environment around and I too have gone to  temple to worship Lord Shiva  .
    Outside the Temple I saw a little girl about 12, ofcourse had came to worship lord Shiva.
    A kind of leaf called belpatra is used to devote to God Shiv. She did not only have that, but she had the branches of these leaves. Seeing it, I smiled in my mind, and it got reflected to my face. That girl caught me starring at her and glance once and then moved her face and then again looked at me and said,
  "Di, Do want more".
  "I have enough, dear", I said and smirked. And my soul said to me, dear God will be happy in it.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani
    
  

Mount Everest From My Terrace

Mount Everest
  
  Early morning and clear sky, I used to wait for it, since childhood, but what is the exact time, I am doing so, I don't know, since when, I did so or who told me that either,
  "That 'The Mount Everest', 'the tallest mountain peak of the world', can be seen out from my terrace or anyone else's of my town".
And after then, knowing about it, every morning I prayed for pleasant morning with clear sky, so that I could have once again the view of "The Elegant Vast Mount Everest" .
  Every Morning, after waking up and running to the terrace to see that if the sky is clear so that I could once again have a glance at the Mount Everest, had became my most favourite habit.
And after finding the sky clear, I used to be on the cloud nine, but had to return once again on the earth, to live that beautiful scenery.
  I used to lean on the boundary of my terrace and used to stand on my toes to get a little bit taller so that I could have a better, beautiful and brighter view. I used to see then, the mountains peak used to  covered with white, Chaos and vivid snow, with white cream like clouds surrounding it, for that was visible to anyone viewing it. Then with slow movement of time, in every jiffy the cloud covering the peak used to fade slowly - slowly, and the peak then used to be visible, clear white, covered with snow, standing with laconic words of determination that it would not move forever and he is the real boss. And when the first sun rays used to fell on the top of the Peak like a gold beam shoot at it and it's small gold particles used to scatter around its surrounding, gradually the peak used to shroud with the sun rays and whole peak of Mount Everest used to shine like if it is a piece of Sun and it's small golden burning particles have spread in its atmosphere and it felt like as if it's made of gold but more shimmer, more beautiful and more attractive than it.
Then, gradually the part of mountain facing sun was bright, glowing and shimmering like sun and the other was like the shadowy, dark but visible part of moon.
And till then, it used to be 8 of morning and my terrace used to be filled with hot rays of sun, burning my outer skin. So, I had to go to my room again, but the pictures of "The Unexpressable Beauty of The Elegant Mount Everest"  used to inhabit in my mind forever.
  And whenever I wanted to see it, I used to go to the terrace and repeat it.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Aafi And Her Innocent Desire

Aafi And Her Innocent Desire

  It was the holy month of Ramzan and Aafi was wondering if she could eat swaenya on Eid which was two days later, 10 rupees was all, she did had in her little feeble hands and the cost of half litre of milk itself was 20 rupees and swaenya was 80 rupees per kg, while sugar was available to her. But it was known to her that she would not be able to eat the yummy 'swaenya' which to her, was more than favourite.
  Well, her ammu had money, but not enough, and she didn't want to spent over it and left empty handed, rest of month. So, she decided not to make swaenya. She was well-nigh aware of her only daughter's small innocent desire from heart, but what she could do was nothing. She did earn 2000 rupees only, in which she had to live off whole month.
  It was the day of Eid, Aafi after bathing wore the pink frok that Abbu had bought her on last Eid, and who was now gone to Jannat, in the lee of Allah. Then she with her Ammu offered namaz of Eid, and eat what she used to ate every day, for which her happiness can be felt in her eyes, but in her thoughts, if there were swaenya too, then it would feel like, icing on the cake with cherry on the top.
  In the afternoon, she went with her all friends of her neighbouring, to get Eidi from her neighbours, where she was offered swaenya to eat but she, the little innocent Aafi, how could she eat it, when her Ammu would not get it to eat. So, the little girl refused. She had now all 30 rupees, in which 10 rupees she already had, and 20 rupees she got as Eidi.
   In the evening, she had to go to her khala jaan's place, where she used to go every year with Abbu, but now he was gone to Allah.  So, she thought she would not go, as she had to go alone, cause one have to be at home, because one of the window pane was broken and if they would go together, then even what less they had, would be stolen.
   She was looking outside the window when she heard a sound of knocking at the door, Aafi went there and opened the door, it was his bhai jaan Asraf (khala jaan's son). Seeing him Aafi's lips curved and there was a big happy smile now sticked to her desperate face, because her khala was aware of everything. So, she had send him.
   When she reached there, her khala jaan hugged her and wished Eid Mubarak. She offered Aafi swaenya, but little Aafi again refused to eat it. Then, Aafi sweetly asked "meli Eidi khala".
" Eidi to bahut special hai, meri special Aafi ke liye mgr, usko ghar jaa ke kholna". She went inside and brought a box wrapped with gift paper. Then, after  Aafi said Eid Mubarak to everyone and good bye too. His bhai jaan dropped her home then.
   After reaching home, she shown Ammu that gift and started opening it, it was a tiffin box and filled with something. Little Aafi, seeing box was little disappointed, if it would have been money than she could had bought swaenya, But it was tiffin box. She told Ammu to open it, as her soft feeble hand could not open a steel tiffin box. When she opened it, it was filled of yummy swaenya. Seeing it, slowly Aafi lips changed into curve of smile and than of joy and happiness. It was like as the whole world was now, beneath her feet saying Aafi, your wish, your wish, how can not it be true.
  Then, finally in the night of Eid both Aafi and Ammu get to eat swaenya, which was for them a dream which cannot be ever reached.
   "But when a desire from the core of a true heart comes out, it may take time, but it reaches to the almighty God, and when he listens it, even from his eyes tears rolled down, and what he could do more is to make that supple, tender and gentle wish come true magically".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Tassu And Krish

  "What place you love to be in", he asked her eagerly.
  "In hospital" she said with low tone, and her eyes locked somewhere in her imagination of her own emptiness.
  "Why". He was surprised and confused with her answer and little worried.
   With a sigh she said, " at least that is the place na, where someone will wake me up on time, will ask if I am fine, will ask if I had food, will give me medicines on time, will not ignore and avoid me, will be there on my 1 call and specially will have time for me, till my eyes are open, and  it doesn't matter to me that I will get such a treatment because of the bill I pay.
And he was speechless, his lips just didn't have that courage to move to give s reply and his heart fell so deep, deep as her heart was fallen, and his mind unsuccessfully, trying to find way to heal her infinite wound but couldn't.
  He constantly observing her eyes which were lost over something that he wanted her to take away from.
  "Tassu, I am here , till u aren't fine", looking deeply into his eyes as its the only thing he would like to do again and again never get tired of.
  "But, Not for always Krish", making an eye contact him and her efforts of putting a fake smile of her face was totally visible, while she was recumbent on the hospital bed.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

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Review on BREAKING FREE by Neha Nayak

  Breaking free, a debut novel by Neha Nayak, is a story about a girl who can be you , me or anyone. A girl free like a bird in the infinite sky, trying to fly high and high, but suddenly what happens she gets caught in a cage made of love, selfish love, not for her, but for her emirate and emir lifestyles.
  And at right time she realises that, and breaks free. It took her hard to tolerate all the pain that she got because of it, but even in darkest night there is rays of hope, it is other thing that it may come from tiny stars. And then comes an angel, who with his stupidity and chuckles, heals her all pain. But at the end, again a cage was being formed for her but was of a real feel. But she, Noya now knew,
  "life is not about a thing, to which one should be confined of, but to live it to fullest, as one can do being with himself".
  So, Noya decided to BREAK FREE.
 
   BREAKING FREE, is a beautiful story written with beautiful thought, giving lots of life lessons. And the best parts are the meeting of Noya and Ranbir by destiny.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Gift from Malaysia

   It was  my mama's birthday and I called him to wish Happy Birthday.
   He told me that he his going to Malaysia, and board on afternoon fight for an official tour. I congrats him and wished him luck.
   "What do want to get from Malaysia" he said.
   "Pura ka pura Malaysia" I said.
    And we stated laughing.

    "ise he kehte hai mauke pe chauka"

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

मतलबी दुनिया

मतलबी ये दुनिया,
मतलबी इसके फसाने,

क्या अपने,
क्या गैर,
क्या अनजाने,

सभी घोपते है छुरी यहाँ,
मिठास में लपेटकर

शिवान्गी सौम्या सुहानी

The Morning Wind

The Morning wind,
And the cloudy sky,
Made my day bind,
With happiness and joy.

The first sun rays,
On the tallest tower,
The Morning breeze,
In the peak hour.

Made my body filled with,
Peaceful and fresh flower,
And let me accompanied blithe,
Confidence and passion power.

The Morning wind,
And the cloudy sky,
Made my every jiffy bind,
With activist and ambitious day.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

The Three shock

I was at gandhi maiden sitting at the shade near the West main gate, I was busy revising my notes for one more time.
A woman in her mid 20's came and sat on the same shade a little away from me, she was tall, at least taller than me, her whole face was covered with her dupatta,  like a terrorist, which is probably very common here in Patna. She would had fair complexion that can be observed, from her visible hand, well she had wore a suit and churidaar which had covered her from  head to toe. She was looking like a ritual, traditional and sacramental girl.
Then, she called anyone and start having a conversation, which I was able to hear,  because of her loud voice and her call on speaker, I was not intentionally hearing it, but it was constantly going into my ears,  so what can I had done?
  "You know, Pretty is cheap mean and surely a bitch , I am leaving that flat in a week, can u come with me, so that we can go together".
   "but why, you do want to change ur flat, have you got mad"?
  " What do you know, what have she just did? She always go with her boyfriend and came late and not only this but she come drunk many time and we hid it from the landlordess. And I didn't came for 1 night and she told her that and not only this but she told that she would tell about it to my parents? Such a slut she is, I never told about her anything to anyone, and she threatened me to do this,  how could she? "
(listening all this drama I was shocked to at that extent that I thought, I was surely been dreaming, but even nightmares are not that worse, they only frightens you not leave you in perplexingly shocked. But I felt like I got a heart attack, well the 1st one. )
" oh my god, that's the problem to my jaan".
  (ewe, how anyone call someone jaan that more worse than being annoying.)
And said that he would come after 4 pm cause he have to complete some important work than he would be free.
                             
§|§

  I was constantly thinking now that I am really in a town. But one heart attack was still left for me or I guess two.
                                §|§

  A guy in guise of Salman Khan but with his own face was coming from the south, I thought he was coming for her, but I thought, she already had a boyfriend then how can he  would came to her.
But he stopped near our shade and get down from his massive R15. And she went to him and he gave her gift and some flowers and they hugged each other.
    While all this, my eyes goes broader looking at her though it was the 2nd heart attack for me, how a girl can be deceitful! how can be she?
  Then, I saw while she was hugging him a men behind that guy was showing that girl a hie fie and that girl instead gave him a flying kiss.
Then, After hugging she went and sat his  massive R15 and said I have to come before 4 pm, here it was that about 2pm then.
                                §|§

I was then wondering  about her disloyalty, dishonesty and deceitfulness, and not only boys are like this, but girls are too, I hadn't ever agreed that girls can do so. But after this incident one thing was clear disloyalty, dishonesty and deceitfulness are not a gender problem but it a problem of those weaker people, who find it cool to cheat someone and whatever, but when they realise there mistakes, it's too late for them to be believed by anyone. It's a problem that doesn't affect, who may had committe it, but one who believe on the committer, and there believe from love, honestly and loyalty get shattered forever.
  "Life is very short to spoil others and yours too, so guys live your life with peace and let others too".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

A Helping Hand Can Bring Many

    I was in the way to my tuition it was pretty late because of the haltingly rain and ofcourse my friend Priya who have the habit to make me late everywhere we have to go together.
   On the way, there were two-three stranger and a biscuit seller with his handcart which was overloaded with biscuits of bakery coming from opposite direction than that of me.
   I was constantly observing that biscuits seller coming from the opposite direction, he was very old, feeble but strong due to his labour, but for an instant I thought how after being so old he still works for his family, that gave me inspiration. Though his veins where quite protuberant, but he was old, weak and feeble and that overloaded handcart made me feel that he could not sustain it more, although I was praying it shouldn't happen, he shouldn't lose his balance, as he is a real fighter.
   As I was few metres away from him, he could not tolerate more handling it and his handcart fell onto its front side and all of his biscuits on above of his handcart fell down and the old man himself too.
   Those three boy started seeing him but didn't came up with a helping hand.
   But, me and my friend, inspite of discussing if we should stop or not. We took brake of our cycle at the same moment and had a glance at each other with the same thought. Seeing this one of the boy ran to old man and within 2-3 seconds the other two too.
   Though, we didn't need to help that old man but I learn something instead and that brought a smile on my, my friend and that old man's face.
    "Sometimes a helping hand doesn't only help others but bring many, it is other thing that it may be of shame" . ☺

Written By
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

"Sanskar" doesn't lies in "Touching Feet"

   India, the country of spirituality, culture and tradition, here, everyone has been given the lesson of sacraments by their first teacher 'Parents' in their first school 'Home'. We here talk about ritual which is more than our life for us.
  But where does our culture lies in, today in the modern India,  if a child goes and touches your feet, you at the same moment start thinking how cultural he or she is, what a good sacraments is given to him or her by his parents, and a image of Sanskari Child of his/her become in your mind.
     But if you see the same child making jokes about an old person who walks with the support of stick, or of his teacher who punished him for his good, or of his servant who serves him, not only making jokes but disrespecting them.
     Now, what image that chid have in your mind, does he remain with his same Sanskari image or now it have change to a undisciplined, worsened and rude child.
    Now, still if you think that Sanskar lies in touching feet than you don't only sound wrong but you are, for sure, Cause Sanskar doesn't lies in touching feet but in respecting, protecting and helping others without seeing any of your own benefits.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Roses

     Red the color of danger and also the color of love, And roses 🌹 which is the eternal sign of the love,friendship ,simplicity  and when both are together, creates a overwhelmed embrace sign of eternity.

       ЯөЅЄЅ
      Red are roses
The colour of love.
   Yellow are roses
The friendly move.
    White are roses
The  Peace's  dove.
    Green are roses
The   Earth's  cove.
       Blue are roses
The  aqua do rove.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya

Spring Season

  ѕρяιиg
The season of flowers , flowers and only flowers,
The season of simplicity ,simplicity and only simplicity
The season of peace peace and only peace,
The season of beauty beauty and only beauty ,
The season of love ,love and only love ,
Is spring the most beautiful season of the world .

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

जिहाद नहीं है

जिहाद करना है, तो करो ना,
गरीबी के खिलाफ!!

जिहाद करना है,   तो करो ना,
एक तरफी अमीरी के खिलाफ!!

जिहाद   करके,  क्या  फायदा,
अनजान मासूमों के खिलाफ!!

जिहाद जो करे, निर्दोष बेगुनाहों का खुन बहा,
वो तो होता ही नहीं है,
असली मुस्लमान!!

*अगर किसी को इस छन्द को पढ कर अच्छा ना लगे तो मैं इसके लिए माफी मांगती हुं, मेरा इरादा किसी की भी धार्मिक भावनाओं को ठेस पहुंचाने का नहीं है *

शिवान्गी सौम्या

Bihar Toppers Scandle

         Bihar Toppers Scandle
   
  I was a bright student since childhood, so everyone had a hope towards me that I will do something very big in my life.
  But then flood happened in Bihar in 2008, I was then studying in a CBSE board school in 6th standard , but after flood my life changed grandoqueintly, and our financial conditions got worse, but some how my parents managed to provide me education till standard 7 in that school.
   And my destiny took me to government school of my city, Where I completed my elementary education. Then after entrance exam in which I had 9th place among all students, I took admission in high school of my town in 9th standard.
   And the people around who ever have known  me because of study, had only one and only one hope from me that I will do top at least at block level.
   And I had studied hard enough to do so, but when I entered at examination centre I found a very tight checking at the entrance. So,  I didn't had thought that there will be anything like that what  happened further.
     When I got the questions paper after answer sheet were provided, I in 4g speed started writing the answer, but after 30 minutes I found. that the invisilator were continously getting cheats from different girls seats. After sometime  I found that I was the only one who was writing herself. Everyone in that room was cheating except me and one of my friend even some of my friends and known girls. I was surprised as well as deeply desperate seeing it,  but I concentrated on my Karm that says do it neglecting all even and odds . I wanted to stop all that and wanted to raise my voice against it but in front of whom, where and why? Everyone one else except me have loved this, why would someone will stand with me for this.
    And when result came I had got only 60%, I was very disconsolate because of it and when asked to many, the most satisfactory answer came was "bihar board me aisa he hota h,  centre pe maha cheating chala hoga isliye Sbko average marks de diya gya hoga except jinhone sifaris karan hoge" . And that's why some of my classmate dumbo who use to get 0-5 marks in class test had more marks then me.
     Further in 12th board I used to come 1st-2nd  in regular tests, but I used not to be happy, everyone used to  ask me why, then I use to reply, "bhai tu to sifaris karwa ke mere se jyada marks le ke aa jayega na aur mere ko to fir se wahi 60% aayega" .
    Listening this everyone use to console me," this time it won't happen to, you will get into topper. and I use to laugh and say the history will be repeated because bihar board is never gonna change.

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     In 12th board exam the history was again repeated, full cheating was going inside the room even after getting captured in the camera. The answer of objectives questions were told by the invisilator this time, which was more disappointing then before. But in maths examination whole students were left freely to cheat and that was disponted truth to face.
  And again result came and I didn't have any hope this time, and finally I got 70%marks 10% more than 10th board. And people dumbo then me had got more marks in different subjects then me and I had average 70 in each.

                        §|§
Today seeing the Bihar Board Toppers Scandle after being bihari, I feel very worse cause because of it, it's getting a bad image but due to corruption which have cling it's education system and it got such a chance just because lack of quality education here in Bihar in government sector.
      I don't know what had happen is good or bad but it needed to be happen someday, perhaps yesterday, or perhaps tomorrow or perhaps today.
      And I am blithe that it happen, at least something will change, and this change will encounter a revolution, Cause a change is the carrier of Evolution.

What Will People Say

                    What Will People SAY?

  Her phone was vibrating , I said,"it's a call, i think". But she didn't respond . Her phone vibrated the second time, she had an expression of fear .
   We were in market then, of our so called small town with small common typical traditional cheap thinking.
    "its a call Amaya, pick it up ,it may be urgent".
    "What will people say" ,she said with a feeling like she would committe any crime by picking it up.
    "If I pick up the call people may think, I am talking to a boy. So, it's not good to pick up the call in public "
    The moment I heard this,my face was full of anger,and she had obviously observed that. Cause I only think about what is wrong or right! Not, "What will people say?"
     Well, she was the type of girl who would firstly not take phone with her, cause for her, it's a Bad Manner. Secondly, if she took it with her she wouldn't take it out.
    This time her phone vibrated for the third time,and my anger have reached third time of initial.
    But she, the so called Bharat Mata didn't pick it up.
    "At least just see who is calling".
    She checked her phone inside her bag without taking it out.
    "its an unknown number Shivangi"
    "It may be Urgent Amaya, why don't you understand"
    "Okay, I will call back, when I will reach back  home" she said with the feeling of being perplexingly confused between call and the thinking of "What Will People Say" .
  When we reached at my place she called on that number twice,  but there was no response.
  "It may be like a wrong number, let us forget it, I shouldn't have called on it" she said
  "Okay, Bharat mata gi " I said to her, with my hands folded in the position of namaste at my head.
   Then her phone again vibrated,  it was the same number. She picked up the call, it was from her sister's school and was urgent.  Her sister had got faint in the school and was now admitted in the hospital because of some health issues that I don't know much about. The school administration was continously trying to call at her home, but there was no response, at her father it was busy and at her which was silent. I was worried about her sister but one part of me, still wanted to shout at her loudly , now think na "What Will People Say"!!!!!!!!.

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      Amaya A girl of power, having a brain that could make anyone feel same, humorous to that extent, that anyone would like to be with her, she was the friend of anyone, and anyone would become her. She had all that perfectness that any girl would want, beautiful like hell, that anyone would forget the whole world just staring at her, fashion sense like a diva. But everything in the world has a little imperfect side, even the moon have marks, so was she.     
    The only inadequacy she has, was, she would forget about you, when she is with others, that was the only inadequacy she had that would  make you feel like your heart is mashed by a hard hitted hammer. And the only thinking of her that I have grudge to her is, before doing  anything she would at least think twice, "What Will People Say".
   I had thought, that after that incident at least she wouldn't think "What Will People Say"  before doing anything, but the moon doesn't become full in one day it takes 15 days.

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      We were in 12th  and everyone have decided their aim which they wanted to achieve in their life and finally my struggle and search of my extra talent had met me. And now I knew that I wanted to be a writer, an author and a poet. She, Amaya, as well have got her aim she knew she can be, she wanted to be, she deserved to be an Air Hostess, because she wanted to fly across the world .
    And one day before our class discussing about our future life and plans, as we were best friends forever no secret no lies type, told each other that I will start writing my novel after the traumatic boards exam, and she will apply for becoming an Air Hostess.
    But destiny had different plans for us. And our life changed grandoquiently, we had a conflict after board exam and we were not in touch for 2-3 months.
    After our results came, we finally talked after an interval of 2-3 months. We both were frustrated with our bihar boards results. 
    Then after 2-3 weeks she told me that she is taking admission in an Engineering College. I was fiercely shocked with these words of her.
    "Why are you taking an admission in an Engineering College when you wanted to be Air Hostess and fly across the world"  I said with a complicated astonishing expression on my face.
    Shivi don't you understand,  "What Will People Say".
    "What" I said in a desperately surprised way.
    "Do I am  waitress, I am maid". She said with a complex feeling. "And by the way my parents want me to be an Engineer"  she said further.
    "And what you want to do Amaya, your dream, your ambitious, your wishes, what about that, you will let it die like this. Why just because, "What Will People Say ". Come on Amaya just grow up, don't get influenced by other and opt up a carrier in which you can't give your 100% and you want to spend your 4 years around book becoming a Google search engine for engineering just because your parents wants and What will people say. You, you Amaya you are ruining your life yourself. "
    And I was desperate with her words, but tried to convince her even after knowing that she can't be ever convinced.
    And finally she took admission in an Engineering College, just because" What Will People Say ". And I continued my writing.

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    Amaya was a girl with intelligence and bravery both, she could have done anything she wanted, but not everything can be managed on the basis of intelligence and bravery, Willininess does matter most. And the same thing happened with her, in the first semester she passed but not with an impressive marks, and not because of her Willininess but because of her hard work.
    But things were getting bitter for her with every passing day.
    In second semester, because of her low performance in latter exam, even after being the high scorer of high school, her confidence have broken up into pieces and so was her bravery and intelligence.
    The lectures were going out of her mind , the more she tried to understand , the more complex topics were getting for her, and more she started waking up at night and which lead her to to nothing, but getting hospitalised..
            
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   When I came to know about it I went to see her I was frightened to imagine in what condition I may found her, my imagination were showing me worse part I could have never ever seen in even  nightmares .
   With slow feeble step I entered in her room. She was sleeping on her bed like a baby weak and wimpy.
  Seeing her on bed like that I was feeling worse for her, tears were rolling down my cheeks ,My heart which was feeling hollow then wanted to cry with my weeping eyes, now think na "What Will People Say".
        
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Written by
Shivangi Saumya suhani