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एक तुम हो जिसे अब तक नहीं ख़बर
ज़ाहिर है हमारा राज़-ए-दिल दुनिया को ।१।

सबको पता है किसने किया हलाक़ हमें
क्योंकर कहूँ मैं क़ातिल दुनिया को ।२।

नहीं हुई हम पर तेरी नज़र-ए-करम
क्या पाया जो किया हासिल दुनिया को ।३।

पूछते थे मुझे अकेले क्यों रहते हो
मिलना तेरा हुआ मुश्किल दुनिया को ।४।

हुआ जुर्म कि इश्क़ में नाकाम हुए अमित
लगते थे कभी हम भी क़ाबिल दुनिया को ।५।

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #123

I keep staring at
a portrait of who she was
don’t know who she is

February Writing Prompts

1.

I
hear your
silent scream
echoing in
the chambers of my achy breaky heart.

2.

Honestly, this open secret is not being very well kept.

3.

french fries and mayo
disgustingly delicious
oddball food combo

4.

serendipitous
our destinies have crossed paths
awfully lucky

5.

Unbiased opinions do not actually exist.

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #123

In hours
Of discomfort
I go deep and drink from
The eternal well that springs up
Bubbling
Dancing
From the parched land of suffering
And find my strength again
My thirst is quenched
Once more

Joy of unfiltered laughter,

Sharing, merriment thereafter,

Euphoria of giving,

Smile, the sign of living,

With such thoughts, creation materialised,

Currently left with a question, who’s wise?

Inside my shell, I seek relief,

No time to comfort each other’s grief,

A cherry wave, countered with hapless stare,

Talking to one another, is it anybody’s care?

Such attributes, man’s present disguise,

Currently left with a question, who’s wise?

67 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge #122. The challenge is to write a piece based on the picture prompt. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

Thoughts behind the poem :- Nature created us with attributes of laughter, cheer, sharing and other pleasant things, slowly we are forgetting them and hesitate even to talk to one another.

Credit: Daniel Salmieri in A Velocity of Being

Johnny’s English 101 teacher was the old-fashioned kind, and Johnny wasn’t sure he liked the old-fashioned kind. English 101 was Johnny’s 8 a.m. Monday-Thursday class in his freshman year at the community college. The first class Professor Pettigrew laid out the groundwork for the semester as he went through the syllabus. There were cubbys at the front of the room where all cell phones and laptops were to be deposited as one entered the classroom. Participation and Attendance counted for 50% of one’s grade.

The most unusual expectation was that one would read an actual paper book of at least 300 pages every week. Monday-Wednesday students rotated talking about the books they had read the week before. Thursdays were reserved for stream-of-consciousness writing about anything that had been covered for the week. Each alternating week, small pods of 4 students would choose…