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