Neither will it forget, nor will it forgive, but yes it won't be vengeful too.
Shield of a wide bridge full of thorns, which no one can cross from either side, the shield will be the protector, protecting the soul from injuries of worldly conspiracies.
The peaceful soul is burning now, the flames is slowly engulfing it, but still it choses to keep burning, the flames are sacred the flames are divine.
Tied in four knots, the soul screams, all four ropes pull in their own direction, ripping off tearing it badly, the soul screams madly, but the flames fall weak enough to burn these knots, but i do believe these knots too will burn some day.
The fifth knot though being softest and strongest, newest and young will keep it binded bit longer than all, but i do believe that too will break some day and then liberty will kiss its feet, divinity will embrace, tranquility will take upon it, blowing off the flames which won't be required anymore, breaking the bridge of thorns travelling to cosmos from this chaos, the journey will be liberating and ultimate.

Manusya ki Manasa

Re maanav, re maanav, ye kesi teri manasa he ??

Mili saari prithivi uphaar tujhe, pavan, dhara, fasal aur jal, chaand, taare aur suraj ujjwal.

Parantu na para ye sab pura tujhe,
bana liye tune vidyut se jalne waale diye, bana liye kai naye upkaran, jisse milti he tujhe ab thandi krutrim pavan,

Par is sabse v to, na tera mann bhara, aisi v kya thi hae teri manasa !

Chala tu koti koti meel paar,
dhund lene ko ek naya he sansaar, jahan ho sake jeevan ka nav nirvaah, bana k is urvari prithvi ko bandhya.

Re manusya ye kesi ajeebo gareeb thi teri manasa.

Karne poori apni ye swaarthpar nasamajh mansaa, kar diya tune naash manu k vansh ka, ab kis udhed bun me laga para he,
Ye vinaash tera he to kiya dhara he.

Re manusya ye kesi madh bhari he teri mansaa.

Tu ab v swaarthaandh drig liye kese dosharopan k khel hai khelta,
Tu aaj v lobh k madh me jhumta he bolta:-

"mera ghar meri sampatti sun mera yash gaan , mai hu manusya me he sabse hu mahaan, mujhe meri mansaa pe rok lagana nahi aata, ise swarth nahi mai safalta hu maanta, mai manusya hu mitunga par mere mitne ki v apni alag kahani hogi, meri mansaa mera madh, mere aham ki wo nisaani hogi, me jaanke v banta hu anjaan isi me mere budhdi ki pusti hai, mai rahu na rahu meri mansaa puri karte, isi me mere aham ki santusti he."

Re manusya aisi v kya teri mansaa hai jiska koi anth he nahi hota, aur jo anth abke ho v gaya to, tere anth me he wo anth lipta hua hoga.

The enlightening pandemic.

Man 1 : God ! End this destruction let me out of my home, m suffocated, am exhaust let me out of my home.....

God : But son do u remember a month ago or so, u prayed u r fed up of ur job and so u wanted to relax at home, see I granted ur wish n now u do complain that u want urself now out of home !

Man 2: God! End this destruction let me reach my home, tired of walking, worn out of hunger, want to rest in my mother's lap in my cozy home.

God : But son do u remember a month ago or so, you prayed u r sick of helping ur mom at her chores, you are sick of staying at home and wanted to explore the roads and explore the unknown, I granted ur prayer n now u do complain u wanted to go back to ur mom !

Man 3: God! End this destruction, end my sickness, end my pain, this dark room is haunting me, the fear of death every moment killing me, the smell of sanitizers, the doctors covered from head to toe, their service to us so godly yet their appearance so ghostly to scare us n remind us that we are not at home instead we are dying, dying a ruthless death... please let me be well I wanna live again.

God: But son do you remember a month ago or so, u lost ur loved one and prayed at my door, that the pain of their parting is the worst of all and even death is better than what u were facing those days, you asked for a death more deadly than that pain, I granted ur prayer now u do complain, now u want a life, the life without those loved ones, to live again and to end this pain !

Man 4: God ! End this destruction. I am a Man I am aware of my faults, u have blessed me what I have asked from you, u have returned me the fruit of the seeds I have sown, and it is just my prayer please don't think its complain, o god, my merciful lord! I m ever a sinner n u r forgiving n full of compassion, i repent and confess, I pray for for your forgiveness i beg for ur kindness. Please let the world rise of this dark tunnel let ur name stand tall and ur mercy be glorified.

God (with a smile on his face) :Oh man!oh man!ur thirst can never be quenched...I plan for you the best you deserve but still u keep on asking for the least...I admonish you for what you must refrain...You take my words for granted and invite the perils...Then why do you cry and put the burden of your flaws on me as if I have penned it down in your destiny.. Remember, I love my creations and so I put them to life... Giving them wounds is not my act.. It is something U decide... So pose your faith in me and listen to your conscience... I"ll enlighten your way to your deserved destiny...

chalo aaj door kahin chalte hai...
jahan sar pe aasmaan na ho, na pairo tale jameen...
hawao ka daaman thame saath saath tahalte hai...
jahan na aag ki garmi ho, na barf ki thandak...
bas nadiyo k lehro me behte huye nikalte hai...
jahaan koi gulshan na ho, na veerana he rahe...
bas do logo k duniya me subah, shaam dhalte hai...

chalo aaj door kahin chalte hai...

আমি দেখেছি জীবন কে আমার কাছে আস্তে॥
আমার হয়ে আময়ে ভালোবাসতে.....
আমি দেখেছি জীবন কে আমার হাত থেকে ফসকে যেতে...
আমায়ে নিষ্প্রাণ করে চলে যেতে...
তাও আমি ঝরে পরি নী...
আমি দাড়িয়ে আছি.........

আমি মাটি হয়ে ও ॥মাটি তে দাড়িয়ে মাটি কে অনুভব করেছি....
আজ আমি নিজেই নিজের জীবন হয়েছি ॥
আমি নিজেই নিজের.......
আমি ই জীবন...জীবন ই মাটি...
এই মাটির জীবন এ আমি ই চারি দিকে.......

Meri kavita

मेरी कविता मुझसे होके गुजरती है, हर वक़्त से जो वाकिफ़ है , हर रंग से संवरती है, कभी सुबह की रोशनी सी हर जर्रे पे बिखरती है तो कभी रात की चाँदनी सी सबके दिल में उतरती है....... मेरी कविता मुझसे होके गुजरती है.....

मैंने अपने ही कविता को बदलते हुए देखा है, जीवन के हर कदम से कदम मिलाके चलते हुए देखा है, कभी धूप में बर्फ सा पिघलते हुए देखा है, तो कभी चुपचाप शाम की तरह ढलते हुए देखा है....... मैंने अपनी ही कविता को बदलते हुए देखा है...........

मैंने माना है मेरी कविता सबसे खास है, इसमे जीने की आस है, इसमे एक दृढ़ विश्वास है, इसमे जुनून है, पागलपन है, सच की तलाश है...... मैंने माना है मेरी कविता सबसे खास है.....

मेरी कविता अभी पूरी नहीं अधूरी है, क्यौकी कई पंक्तियां और जुडनी जरूरी है, इसमे कई खामियाँ है जो इसकी मजबूरी है, पर फिर भी ये अपने आप में अधूरी होके भी पूरी है...... मेरी कविता अब भी जारी है इसलिए अधूरी है.........

मेरी कविता जारी है........ जारी है.... जारी है......

                                                                 प्रियंका.........

Kuch sikke maine badal diye
Pittal se taamba, chaandi se sona,
Mera naya khel ye naya tamasha
Par wahi khilona, haan wahi khilona
Bara naam hua, bara kaam hua,
Thora thora magar badnaam hua,
Maine kaha jung ye safal hua,
Mai v kya kavi tha wifal hua....
Rone waalo ki aadat hai,
Laga he rehta hai unka rona...
Mujhe laga maine sab badal diya
Kaale andhere ko nigal gaya,
Aur mand mand muskata mai,
Laga gira gira par sambhal gaya...
Ab vijayghosh bajwa dunga...
Mai yatra tatra sarwatra hua..

Maharaaj jay ho teri ....
Par prasna to sun le tu meri?
Mujhe mere hisse ka sikka...
Kab dega keh na kab dega ....
Kab kheto se mai aane par
Sukhi na roti khaunga??
Kab mere ghar bijli hogi ?
Mai v gaane bajwaunga ...
Kab mai v kaagaz patro pe
Anguthe nahi lagaunga...
Kab mai v pakke rasto me
Motor car chalaunga?
Kab mai na marunga
Gale me daal k fanda pero se jhula jhul k
Kab vastra hare na jayenge
Meri maata aur behno ko
Kab mere bachche nasha mukt
Ho sutte na lagayenge?
Kab mere nan dhan khate me
Sunyo ke pehle sankhya hogi?
Kab mera hoga sahi ilaaj?
Mai aur na rahunga koi rogi
Kab mere khet khalihaano me
Sach me hariyaali chayegi?
Kab sinchan aur takniko se
Upaj me vridhdhi ho jayegi?
Kab mere gaon me dharm jaat pe
Aur nahi dange honge...?
Kab saanp sanpere log
Na bhukhe na nange honge.???