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Mohabbat se pucho ki “tum kaun ho”,
Hum pahchan apni btayenge.
Masnad par tumhe bithayenge,
Khud zameen pe hum baith jayenge.
Tabiyat se tohfey bhijwayenge,
Tumhari diwali par mithaee bhi khayenge.
Har eid par gale se lagayenge,
Tumhe sewaiyaan bhi khilayenge.

Upar wale ka naam to hum bhi lete hain
Tum use ishwar kahte ho to hum khuda kah lete hain.
Mohabbat se dekho ki “wo kaun hai”,
Dono ek hi nazar aayenge.
Dua tum masjid me mango,
Hum mandir me prarthana karne aayenge.
Par ye nafrat mitaane,
Na to mere khuda, na tumhare ishwar utar kar aayenge.

Aao zara mil kar puche “yeh kaun hain”,
Kya ye apni pahchan bata payenge?
Beshaql hain ye, anjaan hum,
Benaam hain ye, Iqabal hum,
Behosh hain ye, Tagore hum.
Jo hum gale se mil jayenge,
Yeh dhool ban udd jayenge.

Disclaimer: The poem is written to spread hope. So read it with a positive mind. It’s just a poem, so calm yourself whenever a sense of discontent pops out while reading it.

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Religious violence in India (source: wikipedia)

A Tale of Saree and Skirt

The Tale of Saree and Skirt
A tale of Saree and Skirt

Once the skirt came back home,
Crying, torn, bloody, fighting alone.
When asked about the matter,
She shouted the name with a “bhaiya” in the end.
But hell, her eyes wanted nothing but revenge.
She fell unconscious, murmuring for justice,
Wanting to fight against the culprit.
The skirt stopped playing on the streets,
School, studies, career, all disappeared from her dreams.

The saree often thinks of her playing,
Getting hurt while running.
But this time when she came
The blood was flowing from the inside.
She rushed to door, closing it with an attempt to hide.
Skirt spent a month in hospital,
Surgery after surgery and the ongoing battle.

She turned back normal,
But the scar didn’t.
Still the mirror reminds her
Of the dark day,
When her innocence blurred her way.
But the sari took over the task
To fight for the little skirt
Ignoring her own fate.

Once the skirt was sleeping
When the saree entered weeping.
She was also torn,
Scars on her body and a face, full of scorn.
The skirt connected all the points,
The Saree’s screams and all those similar nights.
When asked about the matter,
Saree couldn’t take any name.
Full of dread, her eyes filled with shame.
Saree and skirt slept together that night,
Holding hands, avoiding each other’s sight.
One was torn by the hands of a chocolate giver
And the other, by the hands of a bread winner.

So the skirt decided to fight,
And the saree went back the other night
To be torn, hurt, abused, raped
And left to awake, completely reshaped.

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Rapes in India (source- wikipedia)

Droplets of Dread

Changing colors of the sky,
Falling wings which once used to fly,
Asked her eyes to shut for a while
But they flowed and flowed like the Nile.

When the sky became dim
And the stars begun to glim,
She waited for the droplets of dread
To dry over her cheeks without getting spread.

But then she met a night
When those droplets of dread begun to fight
With her eyes, refusing to fall,
And her ears could hear the whispering wall.
It mocked at her misfortune,
Calling her by different names, by changing the tune.

But a day came when she gave up the battle,
Nothing could be heard but a rattle,
Which pierced her soul within
And didn’t let those droplets win.

Now she sits away from the sky and wings,
Never waits for what the new color brings.
But she still can’t shut her eyes,
And has turned herself into a never melting ice.

Droplets of dread
droplets of dread

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Ganges at six in the morning (A Haibun)

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6’O clock
I and me, crossing the Ganges on a freight train, see the horizon enveloped in life. Indian women with their own elegance borrow water from the goddess. Men, after the holy dip, join their hands before the sun.

Heart of India
Lies in this stream, which spread and
Sanctify their souls.

I can see life and death at the same time. Bodies which no longer breathe, are being drown in it. Also, the bodies which breathe are drawing water to drink. But it’s difficult to find which body is alive and which one’s dead.

Plastics, garbage, dance
on surface, to enter bodies,
Whether breathe or not.

And now the river’s crossed. I look inside. The bodies beside mine have closed their eyes. Some are open, but are of no use. Their mouths are whispering to each other in their own fashion. Some talk of politics, some about the mythology. Oh! They also know the stories about the purity of Ganges. But…

None of these stories
Can sanctify the drops which
Purify these mouths.

Now I need to be ready, for my stoppage is arriving. I dare not call it my destination as it’s already decided. The sacred Ganges that I crossed is the ultimate end of this body. Like all of them, I also have to die before death. [“I’m a critic of left wing ideology.”
“You’re right. They don’t respect the indian culture.”
“By the way who will win the election this time. What do you think?”
And here comes my stoppage. Let’s meet new bodies, new eyes and new mouths.

About the Ganges at Six

The Ganges is considered as the most sacred river of India. The natives purify themselves by the holy dips. But the catastrophe that the river is facing is being ignored. That’s what I chose as the theme of my poem.

This prose enveloped haibun has been written in response to Colleen’s Poetry Challange. Thanks to her for giving such beautiful words every week. This time the words were Grace and style and my synonyms are Elegance and fashion. Hope you enjoyed it.

Image credit- Getty Images [Link]


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A Voice is heard (A Poem)

A voice of lion and that if a man are on a continuous war
The tumult

A voice is heard often
Like a lion roaring in a den.
He wants to come out,
Roar once again, slake his drought.

But another voice is heard again,
It rebukes the lion and closes the den.
This voice sounds like that of a man
Who wants to do all, but has no plan.

The day isn’t too far
When the tumult will turn into a war.
Face of lion with a body of man, I see,
None is ready to set the other free.

This war of the voices begins with the sunrise,
And ends at the moment I close my eyes.
This is the way where monsters tread,
Head’s alive, while the heart’s dead.

Written in response to November writing prompt.


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The Coffee House – Episode 3

Ved came back to his house. He was lost somewhere. “When you can’t find a solution, try solving other problems. You may find the solution to it on your own, at the end.”- Read a message from Lavanya on his phone. Ved wanted but failed to gather the courage to reply her back. But this message reminded him of their past. It was a time when Lavanya used to be a girl who knew nothing but to “live”. She never disclosed her other side to anyone. But Ved was the one, with whom she revealed her hidden side, but still not everything. One day, Ved called and asked her to meet- “Where?”
“The Coffee House.”

Next day, Lavanya came before the time and was waiting for him. After about half an hour, Ved came. She smiled and didn’t say anything.
“Sir, ma’am, your order?”
“Two cups of Mocha”- Replied Lavanya to the waiter.
Ved begun to speak. “Lavanya, are we good friends?”
“Then would you mind if I say something wrong to you?”
“Why, are you going to abuse me?”- Lavanya asked with a laughter.
“No, not at all.”
“Then tell me whatever you have to say.”
Ved gathered a lot of courage and proposed her. He seemed to be  scared and his eyes were closed. Suddenly a voice came- “Your order sir, two cups of mocha.”
Ved slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

Then he looked at Lavanya, she was smiling but didn’t say anything.
Suddenly, the phone rings and Ved comes out of his past.
“You met her even after my warning, now you see how I will punish you both.” -said Abhay on the call.
“No, please don’t hurt her anymore. You can punish me but forgive her.”- Ved requested. But Abhay disconnected the call.
Ved wanted to kill Abhay and make Lavanya free of his grip. He wanted to call her and ask whether she is fine. But he didn’t want add to her troubles.

Ved’s dilemma.

Hope you are enjoying the episodes. Episode 1 and Episode 2 of The Coffee House are already uploaded. For instance, if you missed any of the previous episodes, go and read it.

Also, if you’ve any suggestion regarding the posts, let me know through the contact page. Further, if you write poetry or prose, your work is invited.


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My Second Childhood (A Poem)

I shall never get myself back once you grow,
Giggling, tickling, and lovingly chiding,
All shall I lose with your innocence,
That you’re blessed with.

I can sense a soft touch of undivided love
When you suddenly make a clutch from behind.
I shall lose this laughter,
while turning and hugging you back,
With your playfulness,
That you rightfully own.

The fun of making a suitable sentence
Out of your broken words,
Is already diminishing day by day.
Perhaps I shall lose it entirely
with your childish humor,
That you’re always ready with.

The excitement of listening
To your amazingly creative queries,
Will be ruined one day.
I shall definitely lose this smile
With your curiosity,
That you were born with.

The soft touch of your neck on my arm
And that lovely smell when I kiss you,
All shall I lose with your childhood,
That you will leave behind,
And I shall perhaps never get myself back ever.

Your little fingers, pearly teeth, curious eyes,
Am I supposed to lose all this one day?
Then I shall perhaps lose my second childhood
With yours first.

My second childhood

About “My Second Childhood”

This poem is for a little brother, who’s quite younger than the speaker. I’m just telling my intent behind writing it. You are free to interpret it yourself:)


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A Piece of Art that touched my soul- The Lonely Poetry of Night by Gabriela

Hola my dear readers, I’m Mistella and I am back with a great piece of art “The Lonely Poetry of Night” from the Short prose blog.

What do you do when a piece of art touches your heart?

You want your friends and people to read it or watch it too. Right? This post is going to be the same.

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This piece of art by one my fellow bloggers touched me and I want you to read it too. This poem titled “The Lonely Poetry of Night” by Gabriela is literally wonderful. Here’s an excerpt for you:

trees whisper, cries of cloudy skies
inaudible, unseen,
you, Astraea,
you push me on a long-forgotten trail...

I request you to check out the whole poem on her blog. Here’s the link to it:


I’m sure you will enjoy it.



The Shadow (A Tanka)

Dead, dark street, haunted
By a shadow. Alone, she walked,
Unearthed the mound, sat
At the edge, meowed and jumped,
And the shadow left the street.

The Shadow

About “The Shadow”

This tanka is for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. This time the two prompt words are Dig and Grave. Since using the prompts is not allowed, I am using their synonyms.

My synonyms are mound and unearth.

Because a tanka poem displays a mood or a state of mind, this poem is doing the same. It presents the state of the speaker’s mind.

The person’s mind has been compared to a dark and dead street. There is a shadow which I have compared to a cat.

Since cats are considered to be a bad sign, I have used her shadow. This shadow haunts the street. But later, it is seen that it jumps into the tomb itself and leaves the street.

By this poem, I wanted to present the idea that all of us create our fear. And only we can overcome it. We take ourselves to a bad situation and only we can make it better.

Well this was my perspective. You should find a meaning to this poem yourself. Every poem has the capacity to be interpreted in infinite ways. So do your own interpretation. I have just given my perspective and I eagerly wait to know what’s yours!

To know more about Colleen’s Poetry Challange, visit the link given at the end.

Further, a lot new is about to come on the blog. So be ready and subscribe for the newsletter. If you’ve still missed the episode 1 and episode 2 of The Coffee House, go check them out, because the new episode is on the way.

Here’s the link to Colleen’s Poetry challange.

Will be back soon with a new post, till then see you in the comments!



The Coffee House: Episode 2

Lavanya became absolutely quite for a minute. Both of them were feeling the same at this moment.
Lavanya broke the silence and asked – “For how long are you supposed to be there?”
“They didn’t say anything about it.”
– Ved replied.
Lavanya’s hopes were dead after this reply. Every corner of this place was mocking at her. Ved was sitting still beside her. Suddenly he said- “I think I should reject their offer. I can find some other investor and…”
“But it’s quite difficult to get an investor once you reject them. Because they’re very powerful, I don’t think any other investor would ever go against them.”
– Lavanya interrupted.
“..Yes you are right Lavanya but I can’t leave you alone here.”

Ved was puzzled and he didn’t know what should he do now.
Suddenly Lavanya’s phone rings. “Will you let me know where the hell are you?”
Lavanya was numb and her hands were shivering. Looking at her condition Ved realized that it’s Abhay on the call. “Ved I need to leave now. I’ll see you soon.”– Lavanya says with a fake smile and leaves. Ved’s eyes turn red but he feels helpless. He keeps staring at the door even after Lavanya had left. He was thinking something while sitting in the coffee house for a long time.

Finally, it was the closing time. So, the manager requests him to leave. Meanwhile, Ved looks at the two cups full of coffee on the table, left untouched. He comes out of the coffee house and sits on the stares outside. All the employees looked at Ved. It was absolutely cold outside. “Sir you won’t get any taxi after sometime, you should go home now.”– said the manager.
“I don’t have a home man, it’s a house..lonely house.”
“But sir…”
“You please go to your home. You people are best at your work. I liked your coffee.”

The manager smiles and replies- “Thank you sir. People say that our coffee smells really nice. But I guess you would have liked it more if you would have taken a sip.”

Manager leaves in a taxi and Ved is left alone. A feeling of fear of losing and a guilt of missing something filled his heart.

The coffee house
The two cups full of coffee remain untouched.
Image credit- pixabay

Abhay, a new character in the Coffee House?

Was it the guilt of missing the coffee or something else?
Stay tuned to know what was it. A new character, Abhay, has been introduced today. So he might have a major part to play in the next episode. But before that the question remains “Who is Abhay?”. The answer is about to come in episode 3. Till then enjoy the episode 2 and if still haven’t read episode 1, go and read it. Will be back with the new episode very soon. Subscribe to the blog if you enjoy the content and share the link!

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