MICROTALES...

                          By-
                            ADARSH SINHA

1. "I'll never leave you, I promise", she said with a smile on her face...
                 10 months later
She promised the same, to someone else...


2.                    My dear bestfriend...
   Thanks a lot for being that constant in my ever changing world of variables...


3. "I won't talk to you", she said...
    "I won't talk to you", he said...
    "Even if you people want to, I won't let           that happen", ego said and smiled at its         victory...


4. "Yes I don't think about her now", he convinced his friends...however... Only his dark nights knew the truth...


5. To all those who left me when I needed them the most,
                           Thanks a lot for moving away and not offering me any support... thanks because I realised that I am strong enough to handle my problems and emotions...


6. Her smile made his day and was the cure of all his troubles...she was his princess, his daughter was his world

An open letter to the one who took too long to realise.

Hey,
remember the days when you crashed yourself in my arms, as soon as you felt distorted, hoping I would put your pieces back into place? Remember the nights when I gulped down mugs of black coffee, just to listen to what you've been through?
Oh no, don't take it for a complaint, beloved. I just want to know if it is just me, who is travelling back into past, and imagining how the life is going to be without you, all at the same time.
But it hurts, in case you were wondering if it does.

But it's okay. I won't be be past everything, because I don't want to. But I'll be past you. The ruthless you, at least. I've been patching myself up even when you lay right beside me, so it wouldn't hurt any more to do so now.
Thanks to you, darling. :)

Well, just so that you know, you failed terribly at taking my vibrance along with you. For it would have been so surrendering of me to let that happen. My eyes can still see the colours, and my heart can still take pleasure from them.
The only thing you took away, was the part of me, that loved you.

I hope it doesn't let me die in your conscience too soon. Too soon for you to realise that I wouldn't turn to you, even if yours were the only words that could breathe life into me.

Because you, honey, did put me into the coffin when I was the most alive, and didn't think twice before closing the lid.


(The tears that turned into words, left a mark at least).

JOURNEY...

                           By-
                             Adarsh sinha

I had started this journey forcefully,
Scared and perturbed of this path,
Surrounded by darkness and silence,
Without any companion staring lonely,

Crying and begging for love and mercy,
Unaware of the challenges and struggles,
With no strength left inside and fragile,
Looking around for a ray of light and hope,

Trudging along on this desolated path,
Stumbling and losing my balance again,
Slowly but steadily continuing this journey,
Forging a bond with this dark road,

This darkness doesn't seem scary now,
With stars being my true companion,
They showed me light and hope,
This silence taught me my worth,

Walking ahead confidently on this road,
This journey doesn't seem long anymore,
Feeling happy and satisfied amidst darkness,
The journey which I once started forcefully...

नए-नए सपने

सावन की सम्मोहक बगिया में,
लहलहाते हैं नए-नए सपने
शोख़ बसंती हवा के संग,
खिलखिलाते हैं नए-नए सपने
सुबह की हल्की धूप में,
झिलमिलाते हैं नए-नए सपने।

रिमझिम बूँदों की धुन पर,
थिरकते हैं नए-नए सपने
बेला के सफ़ेद फूलों के संग,
महकते हैं नए-नए सपने
अलबेली, अकेली रातों में,
संवरते हैं नए-नए सपने।

नए-नए सपने हैं ये,
नए-नए सपने।

न सिर्फ़ बुने जाते हैं ये,
टूटते भी हैं नए-नए सपने
न सिर्फ़ साँसों में बसते हैं,
मरते भी हैं नए-नए सपने
भूख़ी-नंगी आगों में,
जलते भी हैं नए-नए सपने।

वो देखो, अरूण तो तप रहा है,
सुनो ज़रा, तरूण से कुछ कह रहा है..

कह रहा है कि ये धूप सुहावनी नहीं है,
ख़ामोशी से अंगारे बनकर बरस जाएगी,
झुलस जाएँगे तेरे नए-नए सपने
ये हवा लुभावनी नहीं है,
तूफ़ान बनकर सब उजाड़ जाएगी,
बिख़र जाएँगे तेरे नए-नए सपने।

रास्ते में फूल तो बिछे हैं,
पर उनमें कहीं रोड़े भी छुपे हैं
संभलकर चलना,
गिरकर टूट न जाएँ नए-नए सपने
ये सिर्फ़ सपने नहीं हैं,
तेरी साँसों की डोर है,
डोर ढीली मत छोड़ना,
उलझ जाएँगे नए-नए सपने.

आख़िर नए-नए सपने हैं न,
नए-नए सपने..

THE SILVER LINE OF JOY...

                            BY-
                              Punit Raj

Among the rumors, you may find the greatest truth

The center of the cyclone holds the calmest place

Tighten your lungs, hold your breath

Then make a shout and bring everything out

You are an idol of emotions, its ok to cry

But make sure to give it no second try

Amidst the darkness you find the brightest light

Rise above your sorrow, touch the silver line of joy

The most beautiful sunrise emerges post the darkest night


These beautiful lines were written by Punit :) so please do tell us your views and yes keep following us :)

Known

You don't know me,
but I know you.
I know you as the hand that intentionally touched my bare skin, passing by.
I know you as the thirsty eyes that followed me on my way back home.
Oh, you don't know me.
But I know you.
As everyone who laughed when I said I could fix a bike.
As everyone who said I couldn't be the figurative son.
I know you,
as the women, wearing low-cut blouses,
staring at my ripped jeans.
I know you, as the men, standing voiceless,
while I slapped one and brought him to knees.
I know you,
all of you,
who wanted me to marry at 23,
who wanted me to settle for free.
I know each of you,
breathing all the dejection into me.
Waiting desperately,
to see bangles in my hands,
and chains in my feet.


(The above piece of writing is based on the theme - 'the life of a girl' as suggested by one of our readers. I hope he/she will find it worth.) :)

SEPARATION...

                         BY-
                           Adarsh sinha

That gentle breeze blowing across,
Caressing my body and my soul,
Those old pathways and crossroads,
Which brings back thousand memories,

Memories which still haunt me,
Reminding me of my great loss,
Our never ending little arguments,
Your innocence and your smile,

Trudging on these known streets,
Feeling like a lost traveller here,
These streets don't seem friendly,
Still trying to find you here,

With a smile on my face,
Carrying the pain of separation!!! 

THE DARK ROOM...

                                                                               BY-
                                                                                 ADARSH SINHA

Sitting inside a dark room,

Surrounded by walls and a roof,

It had darkness all around itself,

Darkness which was my ally and friend,

Reminding me of those tough times,

Those uneasy and scary moments,

Which seemed unusually calm,

That room didn’t seem dark anymore,

Standing in that same old room,

Reliving my old life once again,

Every corner reminding me its worth,

Lost in the calmness of that room,

That room which taught me something,

Which transformed me into something,

Amidst the darkness of that room,

Which showed me the brightness of life!! 

Thoughts

Is it just me, or the every other writer, to whom the earth appears more beautiful at the night?

I was wondering why, sipping my coffee, standing in my balcony, looking around for answers.

What is the night made of, and what is the night made for?

The answer, as per my interpretation of it, is 'thoughts'.

Maybe the earth appears more beautiful because of the moon, or maybe because we think that the moon is beautiful.

Or, maybe because we see so less at the night. The less we see, the more we think. Who has the time to stop by the footpath and admire the serenity of the sky in broad daylight? Who does even think about it, except us, the writers?

We see so less of these concrete jungles, breathing so much filth. We see so less of the poor, their hunger, their thirst. The discomfort they are comfortable with. We see so less cracks in the buildings, in relationships. There's so less dirt on things, on memories. There're so less screams, except for the agony's. 

We see so less, of so many things.

But fellas, I'm a writer. I'm more comfortable with the truth, than the beauty. And though the earth mesmerizes me with its magnificence in this darkness, the scream of its agony penetrates me, while I sip my coffee, standing in my balcony.

I see the wind move gently, soaking the earth's pain, and I see the branches of the trees curve down, to caress it. That, fellas, is beautiful. 

And grievous.

A helpless teardrop escapes my eye.

The uncomfortable truth is, I can write about a world with lesser concrete jungles, lesser hunger, and thirst. I can write about a world with much lesser discomfort. Where neither the buildings nor the relationships have cracks, where the memories have not faded away under dozens of dirt.

And I ask you, what does it take to realize a such world?

The answer, as per my interpretation of it, is the same, 'thoughts'.

तो क्या हुआ

                           ~आदर्श सिन्हा

तो क्या हुआ जो तुम गिरे आज,
उठने की तो अब भी है आस
तो क्या हुआ जो तुम हो तन्हा,
सबका मसीहा एक वो भी तो है तन्हा
तो क्या हुआ जो तुम हो गए गम़गीन,
मुस्कुराहटें गमों के बाद ही तो हैं मिली
तो क्या हुआ जो तुम अभी हो लाचार,
लड़ने का हुनर तो अब भी है याद
तो क्या हुआ जो मुश्किल हैं हालात,
तूफ़ानों से लड़कर ही होती है नौका पार
तो क्या हुआ जो तुम हारे आज,
हथियार तो अब भी हैं तुम्हारे पास
तो क्या हुआ जो अँधेरी है ये रात,
चमकते सितारों की रौशनी तो अब भी है साथ
तो क्या हुआ जो आज कुछ नहीं तुम्हारे पास,
तुम्हारा आत्मविश्वास तो अब भी है तुम्हारे साथ
तो क्या हुआ जो राह में है थकान,
उस पार तो अब भी है तुम्हारे सपनों का मकान..