Monday 15 August 2016

Let's get Independently independent!

Happy independence day to my country people. But are we really independent from our so called society barriers? Are we really independent from corruption? Are we really independent from our mentalities regarding womens and there development? There are big number of childrens getting married in their childhoods. We talk about independence are we really independent? 

Womens are not allowed to go outside after 11pm from the fear of getting raped. And even if she will get raped it will take years to punish him. These cases aren't just happening in Rural areas but even in Urban areas of India. We're aware of "Freedom of speech and expression", but we're scared of being honest.

Mr. Karamchand Gandhi taught us so many beautiful things which can leads to our real development. But except some number of people, everyone is interested in doing things which can provide them some percent of profit.

We're celebrating every single festival with our families. Do we ever realise what about our soldiers who are actually fighting for our country. They're the real heroes of Our country who are protecting our borders so that we can sleep well. Summer, winter, or monsoon, these are just names for our heroes. None can stop them from protecting us.

There are uncountable number of travellers, photographers, social workers, celebrities, doctors and many more who are actually making a change in our country from their profession itself.

Let's not celebrate this 15th August as our another holiday. We all are celebrating our 70th independence day, but let's actually change ourselves by making some change in our Gandhi's Incredible India.

Let's get Independently Independent!


        Peaceful border of Indo-China (Nathula               pass-sikkim)

Saturday 6 August 2016

Your Everything!

She's a wild Princess,
Wrapped up in gypsy glory and wildness,
Vivacious dreadlocks and chaos of mess,
Covered by bohemian jewellery from top to bottom,

She's,
A dreamer's wish,
A Traveller's pride,
A Capturer's focus,
Stranger's best kiss,
A random friend of some youth,
A Footballer's fantasy,
A gentleman's honest wish,

She's a wild Princess,
Wrapped up in gypsy glory and wildness,
Vivacious dreadlocks and chaos of mess,
Covered by bohemian jewellery from top to bottom,

She's,
A tiny stream which travels your skin every single time,
She's that teesta which flows everywhere with some unanimous tags,

Oh darling,
You want her to be your darkest secret,
She's born with that stardust light which you can never blow,

Unfortunately a wild princess darling,
Wrapped up in gypsy glory and wildness,

Flauntingly flaunting herself,
She teaches you to be yourself,
She's born to serve you your inner light, Which is lost somewhere..
Which is lost somewhere..


Picture credits- google

Friday 5 August 2016

THAT NIGHT!

In the middle of night, everyone was sleeping but the wanderer was still awake in her mascara infused eyes.

She was staring at the moon who visits her window every single night.

Thoughts were playing hide and seek on her mind and she was confused about the reason that she should wander or she should or not.

Hell of reasons she thought about and ignored,
Hell of people she thought for and ignored,
Hell of the times she ignored this thought of wandering.

Hell of the times she was broken by people's humiliation and taunts. She wanted to break that cage forever which was forcing her to live some daily routines.

She was cursed by every human being just because just because she was fat and they thought she won't be able to do anything in her life.

But they never knew "Anything was her the only right path".

Pretty the moon was by her side that night,
He made her family sleep tight that night,
She packed her bags silently,
Carrying away all the amenities,
She took some random train that night,
Overcame all her fears that night,
She sat on the stairs of some train that night,
She thanked the moon uncle with some happy tears that night,
Landed to some random destination that night,
And living her gypsy life since that night!

Thursday 4 August 2016

Kashmir!

E-ishwar, E-khuda
Teri to ruh basti he uss Kashmir me,
Apni basti ko kaise jalaney diyaa tune,
Tere banaye putlo ne kyaa khel kara dala,
Ki apno ne apno kaa gala kaat diya,

E-insaan,
Swarg ko narkh bana dala tune,
Itna bedard tu kaise bana,
Ki apno ko jalaa dalaa tune,

Firdaus rutha he aaj tujse,
Chakna chur jo kr dala uske Kashmir ko tuney,
Ishq ki nagari ko maut ka kabristaan bana dala tuney,

Kehta he firdaus,
Masum ki akho se dekh us Kashmir ko,
Ishq hi ishq dikhai dega tuje,
Chehak uthega tera man,
Aur naach uthega tera aangan,

Payega apna sukoon Dal mein,
Kho jaa mere Kashmir me,
Fir-na krna esi gustakhi,
Khuda bakshega nai tuje uski riyasat me,

Rokta jaa iss dehshat ko tu,
khuda naaz krega tujpe,
Jahaan naaz krega tujpe.


Picture credits:- aamir 

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