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