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कुछ वक्त गुमनामी ही सही, भूल जा ज़माना ,औऱ खुद की तलाश कर।
भटकता रहा जो दर-बदर शोरगुल के पीछे, थोड़ा रुक और खुद की खामोशी से बात कर।
नज़रो ने देखे हैं तेरी , हैवानियत के किस्से,आंखों से धूल हटा, और इंसानियत का आगाज़ कर।
चंद लम्हे जुटा ले खुशियों के तू,भीड़ का खिलौना ना बन, मुस्कुराहट की बौछार कर।
इल्म बहुत है ना , तुझे तेरे वजूद का,अंधेरो को उनका रास्ता दिखा, रौशनी को ना नाराज़ कर।
कितना जिएगा अब औऱ, झूठी शान में,ये ज़मी तेरी अपनी है, इसे और तो ना ख़ाक कर।
बाहों में भर ले इंसानियत को, बेड़ियाँ लगा दे हैवानियत पर,दोज़ख़ बनी ज़मी, अब तो ज़न्नत कर।
सरहदे ज़रूर बनाई है हमने, फिर भी मोहब्बत फैला दुनिया मे,हिफाज़त का ताबीज़ बन कर।

Poetess:: Roma KashyapE-mail:    romapathak01@gmail.com  

She looked around, it was dark and everyone was sleeping. She moved and her body creaked. She coughed lightly, making sure nobody gets disturbed.
“No one should wake up.” She thought
She wanted to get out of the house in the empty street and cry her heart out but she knew this was not possible. No one would let her go outside even in day time, night was out of discussion. After all, it’s only two days since she lost the dearest of her life in a tragic road accident.
The pain was so unbearable. Her spirit was broken down and bleeding. The anguish and sense of loss has taken over every single emotion.
Rishab and Jyotsana met in the college 4 years back. If one could define the term love at first sight their story would have been the best example for it, but just like any regular Bollywood masala there was the right amount of family drama. Their family opposed their relationship in every possible way. Lectures about caste, society and family values everything was tried but they neverbacked out. Eventually, after one whole year of ups and down their family agreed. They won the war of love.

When they got engaged, they knew they were almost there to their final destination. Living the rest of their life as a husband and wife and spending every single day looking and holding each other.
Destiny always has a plan of its own.
A week after their engagement she got to know that Rishab was no more. All her dreams of togetherness were shattered in a car accident. Now she was left with memories and sorrow. A promise of always and forever was broken.
She slowly walked towards the door making sure no one would guess and somehow she managed to get out of the house without being noticed. The road was dark and empty. She kept walking and slowly tears escaped her eyes. With every step she took, the tears were more violent. And there she was screaming and crying her heart out. Her tears didn’t stop until she was hit by a car and she bleeds till her last breath.
There were flowers all over and the sky was gloomy. She looked around, she was all alone. Soon, she realized that someone was standing behind her. She turned and there he was standing in white shirt and blue denim.
“You must walk more carefully next time you are on the road.” Rishab said.She looked at him and stated,” You must drive more carefully next time you are on the road.”In a fraction of second their lips were locked and their eyes were flowing.


                

A love stuck, that’s what I am. However, the girl I am fighting for is no longer in a relationship with me. If life is funny then love is certainly a clown. Deep down, we knew this will have no future and soon we started to believe it.
Fools! Aren’t we.
I am sure she loves me and I am also sure that she knew that I love her but we were getting vulnerable every day because somewhere we knew this will never work. We even counted various reasons why this will not work. Two calculative assholes!
We met, we cried and we said goodbye.
Months started passing by. The time was tough and unbearable. I tried to convince myself and every time my heart said,” Just fuck off! I really know what you want.” And I always end up with a poker face.
A few months after that I found her in the metro. She was sitting in front of me.  Our eyes met and then they were wet. In no time we were crying in eachother's arm, hugging each other tightly.
Yeah, No body hooted or clapped which made the entire situation awkward.  But now we know we were thinking way too much. You don’t think when you love, you just love. There are no calculations and there are no logics.
Yes, you don't give up on love and deep down I always knew I was not fighting for a dead cause.

I will tell you my story right from the moment I was born as a bud.
Small but not vulnerable because nobody picks a bud, a full grown flower with a beautiful smell and lush colors were the obvious choice for the people. But don't be mistaken, though I am calling it a vulnerable stage but actually that is one of the most prestigious moments for us to be picked for a great event.
There is one thing I want to confess. We, the roses are one of the most overrated things in the universe. We blossom, look beautiful, smell good and make people happy but then we are gone, back to the soil from where we were born. Sometimes I express joy with a witty, thought of mine and I am holding a Liberty here to apportion it with you. If we were humans, we would have been Prostitutes. We would get to our clients looking beautiful. Our vendor aka pimp would receive immediate payment. Clients would smell us adore us and utilities us and then they would walk out.
Anyways, I am always in awe of my elders aura, colour and smell. They are important for people. People love us. For them, we symbolize love and passion. Even I want to reach at their level and I wanted to be adored and loved. I wanted people to appreciate me for my colour and aura.  Sadly, I knew the difficulties I would face. I happen to be on the wrong side. I was not getting that exact amount of sunlight. I was afraid but thankfully I was fortunate to get water.
Slowly, Yes! Slowly I started blossoming. I even remember people stating that I will be among the most beautiful rose. My fragrance was slowly traveling places and people were getting drawn towards me.  Since I was growing slowly, the full grown were being picked for different auspicious purposes. I was being adored and blessed. The lovers were relating their growing relationship with the beauty of my growth. Oh! What a dream I was walking through. Meanwhile, other roses kept growing faster and being nibbled. I never understood that I was left entirely.
Then I realized that I was so contented which the attention I am getting and people praising me that I actually stopped my will to grow more. Goddamn! What kind of a fool am I? I remained passive and disheartened. Slowly losing my hope and then that storm came. The time was there for me to say goodbye without being grown to the full. My story will soon be washed away. My beauty and smell will soon be forgotten. Then I was consumed.
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! Next day and I am still here. May be there are more to suffer for me. My God was not done punishing me. My flower pot was misplaced and a bit broken. The sky was black and it may rain heavily again and then I will keep telling my sad story and how I was finally dead and you will feel sad for me. May be you would shed tears for me as well but soon even you will forget me. I will be lost eternally.
The day slowly starts passing by rain was still hanging somewhere in the clouds and taking its time to kill me. Slowly the day ends and next morning I was born again.
Yes! I was born again. The sun was shining and thanks to the misplacement of my pot I was now getting sufficient sunlight and my soil is having good amount of water too.  I know I will grow again and this time faster. Much faster than I ever expected!  As they say, Life is a funny thing just when I thought it's all over, I got a new life. This is what I really wanted.
Today when I look back, I feel so ashamed that I was so pessimistic. Trust me and I am saying this from experience. When everything goes wrong and nothing works out, don't get disheartened. There is someone out there who will make everything right and all you have to do is to have faith.
Hence, just hold on to your problems they may get resolved tomorrow and never lose your hope again. 
By Mayank Kashyap

You know the most stupid thing one can do is to leave behind the things which made them, you can simply call refer them as “Jerks”. Here I’m bringing out one of the greatest jerk of all time… Ladies and Gentleman put your hand together for ME.
I have been really outspoken about my aspiration and desires for writing in almost every interview of mine. My journey as a child who was afraid to share his work in a concern of being judged to a writer who was a rated among the Top 50 bloggers in India and subsequently moved on to pen down a book was like a dream. I just never expected it to happen so fast. I may not be talented enough but surely I was very fortunate. Jai mata di.


I don’t need to tell you how good it felt because you know it but then I never realized when everything slipped away from my hands. It’s a happy day for me as SNAPPY THOUGHTS is finally going live again so I will not write what actually occurred and why I wasn’t writing. Let bygones be bygones forever.
With a hope that my readers still remember me, I promise you that this time I’m back and I am not going anywhere. In case some of you have forgotten my work then I will make sure that my work will again make a place in your life and will stay there as long as the entire human race survives.  (Ok, the last part was a bit dramatic.) I will not alter the look of my website because we will begin from the position where we exactly left each other and this time it will be a never ending journey. I don’t leave you and hope you will stay with me.
I need your support and for that I need to win back your heart. After that we will find out if my name can again be named among the top bloggers in India. Even if it doesn’t happen again but please be with me.
#snappythoughts #bewithme 
By Mayank Kashyap

Deepak’s life was an adventure. Losing virginity, a bet. All was unplanned so he decided to go where he could select someone, like picking a drink.
Jyothi had to face the world she’d been pushed into. Five months ago, she had come. Today, she was ready to take the step.

Deepak entered the building. Women, red lips, provocatively dressed, scented bodies.
His eyes scanned the place, hers fluttered. Choice was made.
Inside the room, he saw a cot with a clothes bundle. He looked at her. Young. Beautiful. Heavy make-up. Innocent eyes. Yet, out of place.
He sat on the bed, facing her.
Your name? he asked.
Jyothi, she replied.
Tell about yourself.
Nothing worth.
He asked. She answered.
Finally, he asked, Why here?
Emotionlessly, she said, Poverty. Sold in marriage. Kept till content. Then sold here.
His heart wrenched.
When?
Five months back.
So……already?
No…..you’re first.
Suddenly a shrill cry echoed. She rushed towards the cot, lifting a wriggling body.
She saved me till now, but don’t want this for her, she said teary-eyed.
For him, life was a luxury, for her a curse.
And then they met. Three lives changed.

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Everything around her looks white.

Calm and serene.

Everyone vacated the room leaving her peacefully bearing the instructions of that tall doctor. Although it seems peaceful there lies a thin line of disturbance between her and her sleep, an abyss that smiles at her welcoming face asking her to jump into it to have the darkness engulf her to satiate her unending quench to the dissatisfaction of not meeting her husband, all these seventy years, separated by a war of hundreds of miles. She seems to find him here and there at the brink of her uneven breath that threatens to leave her soon. Strangely she smiles at the abyss which by now tells her that her better half was waiting for years there. She has a daughter who married and blessed with a boy.

Now, she has nothing else to fulfill except to fall and be rise again to be as one with her other half. Perhaps he died in that war otherwise he would search for her the universe, she thought in her last moments."And then they met."At last. 

Beyond that abyss was a person sat smiling shining in white light and sharp blue eyes.     


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