Poetry
A Fragile Kind of Strong
People often called me brave and strong. My parents, My closest friends, even those who barely knew me. And every time, it felt good. strangely good. Because to me, that compliment always meant far…
Fresh ink from campus
Geetanjali Blogs from NIFTEM Kundli
Poems scribbled between lectures, stories born in hostel corridors, essays that talk back, and news from the society, all in the students’ own words.
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Poetry
Khwaab
Mein tumhare message ka intezar krta hu Phir sabra na hone par khud hi shuruvat krta hoon.. Pehle notes maangke formality puri krta hoon.. Phir aage ki baat ki shuruvat krta hoon... Tum kyu nhi…
Poetry
मन के नयन
जब बचपन ने पकरा था हाथ नयनो ने छोरा था साथ रंगों से तब ओझल हुआ था हुआ दूर तब चेहरो से समय का चक्र चलते रहा…
Poetry
My freedom
I want freedom but it would never come. Freedom from the mean thinking of society, Freedom from the selfish nature of others, Freedom from the cheap beliefs of creamy nobles, Freedom from the stupid…
Poetry
The Rainfall
I rose by the warmth of sun, All I do is dance or run, I drift where winds have spun, All I know are joy and fun, New and mystic on my way…
Poetry
सामाजिक व्यक्ति
तिमिर मन में, अब दो बिंब नहीं। उज्ज्वल अब सपना, किंतु उद्देश्य नहीं। ऊर्जा स्त्रोत अब दो नहीं, मस्तिष्क को अब प्रिय, केवल अन्नमय है। तिमिर मन में, अब बिंब नहीं दो…