बीत गए हैं

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कब तलक करूँ इंतज़ार तेरा
दो दिन आरज़ू वाले बीत गए हैं

कब तक रहेगा खिज़ा का आलम
मौसम बहारों वाले बीत गए हैं

अभी तो अंधियारी रात बाकी है
कुछ पल बेक़रारी वाले बीत गए हैं

एक दिन तुम्हें याद आएगी हमारी
ख़्याल तसल्ली वाले बीत गए हैं

क्या आओगे तुम सुनकर अमित
की तुम्हारे चाहने वाले बीत गए हैं

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 136

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 136 – I am always right!

I am always right ….. By Sadje

Sadje's avatarKeep it alive

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge.

PROMPT 136

Anyway, the prompt is to pick up any one line (mention which one have you picked) or gist of the whole piece, if you can make sense of it, and base your piece on it.

Good luck!

Would I care to be right?
If life was not finite
If I’d the luxury of eternity
to let it be naturally proved
that I’ve always been right…

beliefs and perspectives
windowless walls between us
block insights – so much so, that
you revel in pleasures of darkness
bottling and imprisoning light

the beheaded boatsman
sinks with the boat
messenger from afar
carrying a crumpled note
All is not well, all is not right..

But I’d always been right
He should not have ventured this far…


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Sinks with the Boat

Sinks with the boat ….. By Jim Adams

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You only need to know a few folding tricks in order to make your own vessel to navigate the water’s currents.  I wanted to watch my paper boat which I painted green, as it made its way out to sea, that is if it didn’t get stuck in those waterlilies.  I opened up a bottle of Yoo-Hoo, because I wasn’t able to get hold of my dad’s rum and I poured some of the contents onto the bow to christen my boat Sea Biscuit, but I was not sure if would sink or float.  I launched it in the creek just under the bridge and since my favorite toy was Gumby and I knew how much he enjoyed going on adventures, I put him in my boat.

Gumby was flexible enough to pilot Sea Biscuit past the waterlilies and he looked like a champion as he steered past the rocks…

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Tribes

Tribes …by Lem
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Responding to Reena’s challenge #134. Write based on above image.
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/05/14/reenas-exploration-challenge-135/

“Listen with curiosity. Speak with honesty. Act with integrity. The greatest problem with communication is we don’t listen to understand. We listen to reply. When we listen with curiosity, we don’t listen with the intent to reply. We listen for what’s behind the words.”

― Roy T. Bennett,The Light in the Heart

When we speak, do we speak for ourselves as individuals, or do we speak for our tribe. We all belong to some tribal allegiance and much of what we have to say is not original thought but defense of our tribe. We belong to the political tribe, the ideological tribe, the gender tribe, the race tribe, the religious tribe and the list goes on. We see the world through the lens of our belief structures and so we communicate to others through this lens.

From an…

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वो तुम हो

English version in Comments….

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फ़िर आज किसी ने दी सदा मुझे
क्यों हुआ मुझे गुमान वो तुम हो

बदली से निकला है चाँद सुहाना
कहता है ये आसमान वो तुम हो

माँगता हूँ हज़ार मन्नतें रोज़ाना
पर है एक ही अरमान वो तुम हो

कहाँ जाकर ढूँढूं तुम्हें जहाँ में
मेरे ख्यालों में ग़ुमनाम वो तुम हो

क्यों कर रहे हो कोई उम्मीद अमित
उसकी गली में बदनाम, वो तुम हो

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 135

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VJ’s Weekly Challenge #96: circling

VJ's avatarOne Woman's Quest II

I reach out to Mother only to discover she is missing; she has gone in search of me.

The dream unsettles me. I capture the essence by writing it down, then set the words aside, not knowing where to begin. The sorrow lingers.

I remember the moment I knew I’d been displaced in my mother’s life. I was four and needing Mother’s comfort. I sought to sit on her lap, only the lap was already taken: a wriggling, crying infant now took precedence. So, I learned to find solace from another Mother – Nature’s reassuring presence.

“I depended on you for so much,” Mom told me once, catching me by surprise. “You were my rock – independent, smart – and also an enigma. I felt inadequate as a mother.”

I learned not to need my mother, through childhood, adolescence (left home at seventeen) and even throughout my own parenting years…

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