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Its an Anthology titled Ankahe Alfaaz. The theme is love/broken love and genre is open for the interested ones. Its a great opportunity for all the budding writers.
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*theme: love /broken love
*language: Both English and Hindi
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All those who menstruate are impacted by the stigmatisation of periods in our society. This stigmatism is even perpetuated on a governmental level. In some countries, taxes are added to the cost of sanitary products like Australia’s Tampon Tax, a tax that was only abolished in 2018. This treats sanitary products as a luxury rather than the clear necessity that they are. Periods are not shameful. Period.
It's been more than 12 years since I heard you, met you. But my views on you kept changing and growing during this course. When I heard you as a kid, you were just another sad song for me, an interrupter in my movie-watching experience. Years passed, we encountered a lot of times, you were still an interrupter, but this time, in Geet's life. It was difficult to see a person - for whom this world was a paradise - suffocating in gloom. Geet, a person full of heart and life, who deserved every happiness in life, you reduced her to a soul begging for happiness.
आओगे जब तुम साजना
अंगना फूल खिलेंगे
बरसेगा सावन झूम झूमके
दो दिल ऐसे मिलेंगे
I don't know who said these lines, and for whom. Did Aditya said for Geet or Geet said for life, I don't know, and I don't want to know. What I only know is that there was an undying hope that life will come to its original self. Geet, hoping for life and Aditya hoping for Geet, who taught him how to live life.
चंदा को ताकूँ रातों में, है ज़िन्दगी तेरे हाथों में
पलकों पे झिलमिल तारें हैं, आना भरी बरसातों में You completely owned me here, that time when I actually understood what you meant, what you actually wanted to deliver. And now, you are my favorite part of the album, and also the favorite part of the film. You're definitely not an interrupter, but a lesson, in Geet's life. You taught her that life is a balance of makes and breaks, one has to deal with broken expectations. You made her stronger, you brought our Geet back. And I, as a Geet fan, couldn't thank you enough.
By Ritik Kalra (@dur.fittey.muh) on #aaogejabtum#jabwemet
2 104 minutes ago
Write With Bliss Entry - 11
अजीब सी उलझन थी इस दिल में,
थी मैं एक गहरी मुश्किल में,
दो आँखों को बयान करना था,
और एक मुस्कुराहट का इज़हार करना था |
समुद्र से भी गहरी थी वो आँखें,
छुपी थी जिनमें राज़ की बातें,
ख्वाहिशें बेतहाशा थी उनमें,
रुकावटों का खौफ़ भी न था जिनमें |
नूर ही अलग था उन आँखों का,
जुनून ही अलग था ख्वाबों का |
किसी के लिए प्यार छुपा था,
एक गहरा एहसास छुपा था,
उस मुस्कुराहट की भी बात निराली थी,
उस एक मुस्कान से हर लम्हें में खुश्हाली थी |
कई राज़ दबे थे उस मुस्कुराहट के पीछे,
कुछ ज़ख्म लगे थे पलके मीचे |
कुछ उम्मीद बाकी थी उन आँखो में,
कुछ चाह अभी जिंदा थी उन अल्फाज़ों में,
दिल भी ज़ख्मी था और बातें भी,
वो आँखें नम तो थी मगर कुछ जताती नहीं |
वो आँखें अपनों के लिए जी रही थी,
वो मुस्कुराहट भी गमों के ज़हर को अकेले पी रही थी |
वो आँखें कुछ ना कहते हुए भी सब बतला रही थी,
वो मुस्कान भी बस अपना दर्द भुला रही थी,
वो चेहरा भी राज़ से भरा था,
शायद कुछ गहरे एहसास से भरा था |
उन आँखों में काजल आंसू छिपाए बैठा था,
वो होठ भी अपना हाल दबाए बैठा था,
वो ठहरी-सी मुस्कान कुछ कहना चाहती थी,
शायद दो पल खुशी से रहना चाहती थी |
समुद्र से गहरी थी वो आँखें,
छुपी थी उनमें राज़ की बातें,
कुछ एहसास छुपाया था,
कुछ प्यार भुलाया था |
खुद सपनें बिखरते देख,
जिसने औरों को सपना देखना सिखाया था,
मनमोहक थी वो मुस्कुराहट भी,
दबाकर बैठी थी जो राज़ कई,
दबे होठों को सहारा बनाकर,
जिसने सबको बोलना सिखाया था |
- By Umang, Shyama Prasad Mukherjee College. (@invinciblewords)
I remember standing on a street corner with Beauford Delaney down in the Village, waiting for the light to change, and he pointed down and said, Look. I looked and all I saw was water. And he said, Look again, which I did, and I saw oil on the water and the city reflected in the puddle. It was a great revelation to me. I can't explain it. He taught me how to see, and how to trust what I saw. Painters have often taught writers how to see. And once you've had that experience, you see differently - James Baldwin
I don't think you really understand
Can you see it?
Everything is on fire.
Do you smell it?
The burning of lurking demons.
the ones that don't disappear if you scream at them.
the ones that linger and become the only thing you can rely on
you will never understand it.
Have you felt it?
An agony so bruised , cold , deep and bloody you don't know where it came from the crushing feeling of your ribcage, hearing it turn to dust.
two feet on the ground but not grounded enough to realise their moving.
How can you understand it?
Will you listen?
To the raging seas that my body has become, the silence that lingers when the sharks swim to surface.
to the blood that slowly drips from my overflowing lungs.
to the pressure on my shoulders that push down so hard my back curves like a C when i sit or stand
Don't try to understand.
Is it too much for you?
The strings that hold me up so strong they can never be cut.
the death that hangs over me like a permanent stench.
the amount of ugly, dead, rotten mass that grows inside of me like a cancer that doesn't want me to die
I'm not going to make you understand, i have died and lived so many times in this lifetime. They've become the same thing to me what you see of me is what you want to see.
I am a mirror
i can be ugly.
I can be beautiful
I can be everything and nothing
I can never be me.
I don't exist.
Not apart of anything
I am whatever you want or need me to be.
Do not care for me
For one day i will die.
When i am dead, i will begin to live.
I watch 👀
I listen👂🏽 I observe EVERY musician I can.
Singers, rappers, popstars, blues guitarists, heavy metal, classical, choirs, OLD AND NEW 🎼
The influence ignites my originality 👣
You can't fake something if you were born to do it.
I was born to do it 💫 @adaptive_originals #adaptiveoriginals#adaptive#adapt
You're meant to shine
You're meant to rise.
You're meant to fly
Enough of your bad days.
Enough of your turmoil
You've already seen enough.
You've already gone through worst
You're grinding hard.
All of these bad days will come to end
This dark life of yours
Will be filled with colors.
You'll be happy
You deserve to be happy.
All your struggle will pay off.
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And she arrived all of a sudden, like a bouquet at my doorstep, like redemption, sun peeping out of the clouds, and for a fleeting moment that I would hold on to for my forever, I forgave myself. And little did I know how much a minuscule moment could brave an entire lifetime, holding a Goliath by its collar, and putting it where it belonged - its own insignificant place in the universe. For lifetimes have always been insignificant in the history of time, it’s in the momentary lapses of whatever you held true to your heart, does the light shine through and fill you with life. If even, for one significant second.