Farewell to the Decade.

Slowly, the art of writing is fading inside me....

It is leaving me automatically, so as it came. The process of things leaving me is very old...as if it was written in my destiny. My first girlfriend left me, so as my first friend, all of my half dozens of schools and my first 'second city'. Sometimes I feel that the time of departure of something will just pass, but the destination of this is something not known to me at all... The more we grow, the more trouble seeks our path. However, I am among those who do not believe in struggle. I plead in difficulty and point that I became the weakest person in the world, even after knowing that the world just pities on the weak.

A voice of mine speaking is no longer capable to murmur. The nectar full words of love do only fill the paper with ink.

People hovering here and there are no longer that appealing. Their beautiful face shows the truth behind them...In other words, now I feel disgusted around them. People often tell me that I have a lot of senseless pride, but I am just silent.

Someone who is experiencing the departure of everything also has to experience the agony of this world and no dear one tries to balance him as well.

A dream flows in his eyes...a glow appears on the face when someone kisses his palms and says with so much love that everything will be fine...then no one knows, why his heart gets no reason to not believe in her.

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Poetry and its accomplishments

Poetry and its accomplishments

The echo of applause is not the destiny of poetry.

Neither the poet's autograph on palm,

nor thousands of followers on Instagram.

All this can be the achievement of poet, not at all of poetry.

The real appreciation of poetry can be achieved in the form of .....

A long silence ...

A strand of dew in someone's eyes...

A wordless Ahh!

Bite of memory on any old wound....

Or in that hug by an stranger and her departure without any mention of name ,,,,,,

Poetry is the treatment of deep injuries of the Earth...

Poetry is also the favor of language, on her lovers.

~Shikhar Pathak

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Heartwarming answer of my previous writing 'Only I Know' Shikhar Pathak

Ever wondered why some of our queries,doubts,problems,confusions remain unanswersd ? .. It's just because we don't share it to that person who can not actually answer them but also makes all your anxiety and distress erased from your brain..... Luckily mine reached to that person and suddenly and unexpectedly I got a call full of the solutions....

So here I am sharing the picture of my previous writeup along with the picture of that beautiful answer to ky confusion that..... Only I knew....

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This is the reply ♥️♥️♥️

Click here to read 'Only I Know'

चाहती हो ~अनुष्का पाठक

उठ कर ,बैठ कर, चल कर किसी तरह से तुमने बड़ी मुश्किल से रात गुज़ारी है..है ना? जाना चाहती हो कहीं ...ठीक है ,चली जाना मगर ये बता के कि जाओगी कहाँ ?
वो क्या है ना ..रास्ते में कुछ गड्ढ़े होंगे , 4 लोगों की बातें भी होंगी ..होंगी ना? , बस इन्ही से बचाना चाहता हूँ..
... हाँ मैं जानता हूँ कि तुम तुम हो तुम्हे इन सबसे फ़र्क़ नही पड़ता . तुम अपने हाथों में अपनी मनपसंद किताब लिए रहना चाहती हो , अपने हाथों से दुनिया लिखना चाहती हो.. उसके बाद कौंन है ? क्या है ? क्यों है ? क्या मतलब.. तुम हो न ये तुम्हारी किताब है ना तो बस सब कुछ तो है.. .....
सूनी सुबह में उठी हो , जानता हूँ ये भी आदत है तुम्हारी… है ना? कुछ देर बेबाक खुले आसमाँ को देखना फिर अपनी ओर देखना , फिर आसमान की ओर उड़ते हुए पंछियों को और फिर चल देना बिना सोचे हुए की किस तरह उठ कर , बैठ कर ,चल कर  तुमने कितनी मुश्किल से रात गुज़ारी थी.. ....
लेकिन हाँ शामों को उजाड़ कर मत आना ...जिस तरह पूरे मन से हाथों में अपनी मन पसन्द किताब लिए गयी थी उसी तरह आना क्योंकि एक कप चाय तुम्हारा इतंज़ार कर रही है...

~ अनुष्का पाठक