तुमसे भी खूबसूरत

Thinking about someone or lost in his imaginary world...

If you ask a one sided lover "What is the most beautiful thing in the world", most of them may answer their Crushes' names. But I deny this. Even for them, there is something more beautiful than their crushes. And that is the memories featuring them. It takes you to the next level of happiness.

Further, an imaginary world that features his crush is even more beautiful than the memory of her. Because this can be customised how you want it to be. You can correct your past mistakes in your imagination. Go through the poetry, rest explanation on footnote...

ऐसा नहीं है कि कुछ भी नहीं तुमसे खूबसूरत,

एक तुम ही थोड़े हो, तुम्हारा खयाल भी है,

It's not that there is nothing as beautiful as you, 

You're not the most beautiful, but there are memories of you,

तुम थोड़े न होते हो हर वक़्त साथ में मेरे,

वो तो उसकी वजह से ही मेरा ये हाल भी है,

You're not with me all the time,

It's your memories that stood beside me throughout my journey till now,

कि जी रहा हूँ तुम्हारे बाद भी मुस्कुराते हुए,

तुम्हें लगा; तुम्हारे जाने का मुझे मलाल भी है?

That is how I'm alive and smiling even after you're gone,

And you wouldn't have felt I'm in regret of your going,

अभी तो ज़िक़्र भी नहीं किया कल्पनाओं का,

उनमें पागलपन तो है ही, और कमाल भी है,

I've not mentioned my imaginations till now,

They are full of craziness but adorable,

तुम से कहीं सुंदर है मेरी कल्पना जिनमें तुम हो,

उनमें तुम्हें अपना मान लेने का मजाल भी है,

My imaginations featuring you are far prettier than you,

Because I've considered you mine in them,

उनमें तुम मेरे हो, सो लगते हो और खूबसूरत,

ये जितना आसान है, उतना ही जंजाल भी है,

You're mine in them, so you look more beautiful and gorgeous,

The simpler it looks, the more complicated it is,

तुम से हैं तभी तो तुमसे हंसीं है कल्पनाएं,

तुम हो, तभी तो तुम्हारा खयाल भी है,

My imaginations are prettier than you because they belong to you,

They exist only because you do,

वरना और भी हैं कल्पनाएं तुमसे पहले की,

मगर बाद वाले खूबसूरती की मिसाल भी है,

Otherwise there were other imaginations before you,

But each one after I met you is a symbol of beauty,

ऐसे में ज़ाहिर है तुम्हारा खूबसूरत होना,

जिससे मेरे ख्वाबों की दुनिया विशाल भी है,

It is hence proved that you're also beautiful,

My imaginary world is bigger because of you,

मैं थोड़ा और पिघल जाता हूँ जब देखता हूँ,

कि तुम्हारी माँग मेरे नाम से लाल भी है,

I get melted even more when I see,

that you have applied vermilion of my name,

एक तरफ माँ से बताना बाकी है तेरे बारे में,

एक तरफ घरवाले तुम्हें पा के निहाल भी हैं,

I've not told anyone about you in real,

But in my imagination, my family is happy after getting you,

माँ तुम्हें "छोटको" कहती हैं मेरी कल्पना में,

अभी उसमें वक़्त कुछ महीने कुछ साल भी है,

My mom calls you "Chhotako" (younger daughter-in-law) in my imagination,

While there are months and years for this to be true,

वैसे तो मैं मान कर चल रहा हूँ तुम्हारी हाँ है,

पर क्या सच में हाँ है? तुमसे ये सवाल भी है...

I've supposed a 'Yes' from your side,

But "Is it really a 'Yes'?", is a question to you...

Imagination can be customised according to our happiness requirement. The reality may be different from expectations. But expectations are always in your favour. Expectations are the second name of imagination. Hence, imagination is more beautiful than reality.

Crush may get you angry on something unpleasant. But imagination never disappoints you. Your crush may hurt you, but not your imagination that features the same person. Her memories are prettier because it recalls you her face. And everytime you recall her face, you melt in yourself. Everytime you see her can't guarantee your happiness. Sometimes a changed look may disappoint you. But memories and imaginations and expectations are the actual support system that keeps your love alive even if you're far from her. 

The team CSS advises readers to experience it once in your life. You'll find a new perspective of seeing things. 

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उससे कह नहीं पाया

 

Regret : I could have told...

गुलों को कैसे तुमने, मुस्कुराना है सिखाया,

जहां भी जाती हो, तो साथ में गुलज़ार जाए,

बस एक तेरे सिवा, लायक नहीं कुछ देखने के,

जहां भी हो खड़ी, तुम पर नजर हर बार जाए,

How did you teach flowers how to smile, 

It's like a garden follows you wherever you go, 

There is nothing worth seeing, except you, 

Wherever you're standing, my eyes falls over...

ना कोई पहले था ना बाद ही आयेगा तेरे,

किसी की कोशिशें इसमें बेशक बेकार जाए,

मगर मज़बूरियों के करवटों का क्या भरोसा,

तेरा हो के मगर ये जिंदगी बेज़ार जाए,

There was no one before you and won't be one as well, to whom I'm emotionally connected as such, 

Efforts of others to get me are useless,

But no one knows tomorrow, what condition may occur,

Yet, it will be difficult for me to move on,

हां, तुमको देखने के बाद से मैं सोचता हूँ,

कि कैसे ये नज़र, तेरी नजर के पार जाए,

नहीं पाया तुम्हें लेकिन, तुम्हें खोने का डर है,

कि जैसे तुम चली जाओ, तो ये संसार जाए...

I've been figuring it out whole the time since I saw you,

How to ignore your eyes and look elsewhere,

Despite you're not mine, I fear of losing you, 

It's like you mean the World to me...

कि जैसे तुम खड़ी हो, तो खुशी है साथ तेरे,

कि जैसे तुम नहीं हो, तो सभी त्यौहार जाए,

मेरे हक़ में है बस ये चाहना मेरी रहो तुम,

तेरे हक़ में है तू चाहे तो कर इनकार जाए,

It's like wherever you are, the happiness is around you,

And when you're not around, there's no festivities,

All I can do is wish that you accompany me throughout our lives,

But to reject the proposal is still in your hands...

मैं पहले देख लूँ तुमको, खुदा से मांग कर,

मुझे लौटा देना मैं, खुदा गर हार जाए,

मिलो जो तुम मुझे तो क्या बताऊं क्या मिलेगा,

वगरना इतना हो कि सिर्फ मेरा प्यार जाए...

Let me beg God first that I get you, 

If God refuses, you will return me myself,

I can't describe the ecstasy in the moment when I'm with you, 

Otherwise, only my love will lost and I won't love anyone anymore...

Composed to be a confession cum marriage proposal hint that requires the approval of God. Here in this poetry, God is used as a reference to Parents/Guardian. Despite one's willingness of tying knot with the other, it is necessary for the later to accept the former as life partner and that parents/guardian of both sides agree for this formation of new relation.

But, it could not be conveyed to the person concerned. With this post, hopefully this delivers in the feed of the concerned person. Further, the team Creations of Shashikant Sharma doesn't have any idea how, and where could the concerned person be found. We can't help with that. We just published it, so that it will be easier to share. Just one link to be copied, and pasted in the right inbox. It will save your time, tackle your hesitation and can be read twice, thrice and multiple times. It won't vanish like orally told.

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और क्या कह दूँ...

 

Representative image of Someone trying his best to share a moment

The poetry is about a wedding occassion in which a Mehandi ceremony took place. To grab this opportunity, the orator (not admin) requested his crush to apply Mehandi on his hand. Thorough this poetry, the orator can convey his message to the person concerned...

थोड़ा और रुकने का था मन इस कदर मेरा,

 तुम्हें और देख पाने को था दिल बेसबर मेरा,

 I wanted to stay there some more,

 My heart was eager to catch some more glimpses of you,

तुम्हारे दिखने के बाद किसी ने रोका ही नहीं,

 तो मुझे आना पड़ा, कर के दिल पत्थर मेरा,

 But no one asked me to stay once after I saw you,

 So I had to return with a heavy heart,

मेहंदी लगवाई थी मैंने ताकि कुछ वक़्त मिले,

 वो समर्पण था तुम्हारी गोद में हाथ रखकर मेरा,

 I asked you to apply Mehndi on my hand so that I can get some more time,

 Thats the way I surrendered, putting my hand in your lap,

जितनी देर तुम्हारे गोद में मेरा हाथ रखा था,

 मैं सोचता रहा काश कि होता वो सर मेरा,

 Till the time my hand was in your lap,

 I wished it was my head,

मैं वहाँ से आ जाने के बाद भी वही बैठा रहा,

 तुम्हें सोचते हुए बीता वो रात जगकर मेरा,

 I was mentally there with you even after I returned to room,

 I kept thinking about you awaken throughout the night,

वो तो मालूम है, है दूर जाना मुझे भी, तुम्हें भी,

 कैसा रहे जो साथ चलो बन के हमसफर मेरा?

 I know we have our separate and long journey,

 How about we cover it together?

मैं घर से निकला हूँ, चुन के एक रहगुज़र मेरा,

 मगर अच्छा होगा गर तुम बनोगी रहबर मेरा,

 Ofcourse I have chosen a path for me,

 But your guidance can make it easier,

मैं निकलूँ तो नदी के जैसे दिशाहीन हो जाऊँ,

 ऐसे में तुम ही तो रोकोगे बन के समन्दर मेरा,

 I'm like a river which is falling down, directionless,

 I need you so that I can blend into you,

तुम्हें नहीं पता, अकेले में मैं खो भी सकता हूँ,

 ऐसे में घर ले चलना तुम हाथ पकड़ कर मेरा,

 You don't know I can lost if I'm going alone,

 In that case, you'll guide me to our home,

घर से याद आया, घर तो देखा ही नहीं तुमने,

 एक बार देख लो तुम शहर मेरा और घर मेरा,

 You haven't visited my home yet,

 Come with me to my hometown and visit my home once,

घर में हैं माँ पापा, भइया भाभी और बहनें हैं,

 तुम्हारे आने से घर हो जाएगा और सुंदर मेरा,

 There are my family members at home,

 Your addition into it can adorn it some more,

अपने घर कहना, "याद बड़ा आएगा नैहर मेरा,

 पर मैं जा रही हूं, अब सजाना है मुझे पीहर मेरा",

 You tell your guardian that you're gonna miss your home,

 But you have to embellish your in-laws house now,

इतराना जरूर, सबको photo दिखा कर मेरा,

 ऐसे ही सादगी से रहना, तुम गुरूर बन कर मेरा,

 You may show my photo to others to boast,

 But your simplicity is my pride,

कभी कभी रूठ भी जाया करना झूठ-मूट का,

 और आजमाना, तुमको मनाने का हुनर मेरा,

 You may pretend to be upset with me just for the sake of it,

 Just to test my talent for comforting you,

तुम्हारे चेहरे पर मुस्कुराहट हो मेरी वजह से,

 तो क्या कहने कि कैसा जाएगा दिन भर मेरा,

 If you are smiling because of me,

 That will be the best thing of the day, I would have achieved,

और उसमें भी मैं रोज तुम्हें हक़ीक़त में देखूंगा,

 इस ख़ाब भर से ही दिन जाता है गुजर मेरा,

 And I'll be able to see you everyday,

 Thinking about it makes my day happy,

मैं ढूंढ रहा हूँ, काश कोई तो ऐसा होता,

 जो पहुंचा सकता तुम तक ये ख़बर मेरा,

 I'm looking for someone mutual to both of us,

 Who could convey my message to you,

समय है, पर इतना नहीं है कि बेचैन न होऊं,

 क्योंकि घर में शादी का अगला ही है नंबर मेरा,

 Yes, we have time, but not so much that I should be relaxed,

 Because in my family, I'm the next one to get married,

As said above, this is composed as orated by someone. We, the team Creations of Shashikant Sharma, take only composition credit. We have been providing a platform to people who want to share their words to concerned person. But due to lack of courage/time/communication skill, they don't deliver.

In that case, we try to convert their message into a composition and send them a link, so that it becomes faster and easier means of communication. It will save your time, tackle your hesitation and can be read twice, thrice and multiple times. It won't vanish like orally told.

If this is sent to you, may be this is for you. If not, send this to someone else you think may relate...

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बाद में लिखूंगा...

 

Baad me Likhunga

This poetry is completely dedicated to one of my friends' wife who is my Bhabhi. The poetry is pure decent, and full of dignity. Go through the poetry first, then I'll tell you the intention behind...

आपकी साँझ जैसी आँखों से निकल पाया तो कुछ लिखूंगा,

यानी कि आंखों से चेहरे तक फिसल पाया तो कुछ लिखूंगा,

कुछ लिखने खातिर मुनासिब होगा कि आपको फिर से देखूं,

पर आपको देखने के बाद मैं सम्भल पाया तो कुछ लिखूंगा,

आप के आगे तो गुलदस्ता अपना चेहरा छिपाता ही होगा,

आप छू दें तो सदाबहार बाकी फूलों मे इतराता ही होगा,

आप किसी फुलवारी की तरफ कभी जा कर तो देखिए,

गुलाब अपने ही पसीने में ना पिघल पाया तो कुछ लिखूंगा,

ये गुजारिश है कि बुरा मत मानिएगा मेरी किसी बात का,

आप भाभी हैं, आपसे रिश्ता बनता है मेरा हंसी मजाक का,

आप तो जानती होंगी लोग तारीफें कब और क्यों करते हैं,

इन झूठी तारीफों से आपका मन बहल पाया तो कुछ लिखूंगा,

आपके प्रति मेरा आदर और सम्मान बना रहे वैसा ही,

सो मैंने प्रभु से नहीं मांगा एक हमसफर आप जैसा ही,

आप दोनों को मुस्कुराता देखूंगा तो कहां फुरसत होगी मुझे,

अपनी उस खुशी को शब्दों में बदल पाया तो कुछ लिखूंगा,

The poetry is written to present with a gift in the beautiful memory of first casual meeting at a railway station. This poetry is the compensation for not gifting right at the time.

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अपना शहर

Apna Shahar aur Paraya Shahar

दूसरे शहर में चाहे कितना भी खुशनुमा मंजर होता है,

अपना शहर, कभी भी आखिर अपना शहर होता है,

अपने शहर में होते हैं अपने लोग और अपनी यादें,

सबसे खास कि लौटने के लिए अपना एक घर होता है,

शाम को देर से घर आने पर भले पापा कुछ न बोलें,

लेकिन खाना खाने में देरी करने पर माँ का डर होता है,

बहनों के साथ होती हैं नोक - झोंक, या किसी की चुगली,

बहन भाई के बीच प्यार ही कुछ इस कदर होता है,

दूसरे शहर में मिल जाए शायद पिज़्ज़ा, बर्गर, या फ्राइज,

अपने शहर का वो एक दुकान का समोसा बेहतर होता है,

दूसरे शहर में चलना पड़ता है खुद को बच बचा कर,

यहां सॉरी सर और सॉरी मैम तो दिनभर होता है,

अपने शहर में होता है आदमी अपने मर्जी का मालिक,

दूसरे शहर में कुछ पैसों के लिए किसी का नौकर होता है,

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छठ समझ लेना...

 

हम साल भर का इंतजार कहें,

तुम छठ समझ लेना,

हम व्रत, पर्व और त्योहार कहें,

तुम छठ समझ लेना,

पकवान खरना का खीर और,

डेजर्ट समझना कचवनिया,

हम एकजुट हुआ परिवार कहें,

तुम छठ समझ लेना,

दिवाली की साफ-सफाई और रोशनी,

होली में दिलों का मिलना,

हम जब इन दोनों का सार कहें,

तुम छठ समझ लेना,

ढाई आखर के सब अच्छे नाम,

विष्णु, लक्ष्मी, कृष्ण और राम,

हम बस मुस्कान से इनकार कहें,

तुम छठ समझ लेना,

मतलबी लोगों के बदल जाते होंगे,

बात-बात पर बात के मतलब,

हम एक बार कहें या बार बार कहें,

तुम छठ समझ लेना,

किसी को बेहद प्यार है Passion से,

किसी को शहर से इश्क है,

हम अपना इश्क़, प्रेम या प्यार कहें,

तुम छठ समझ लेना,

मिसाल क्यों ढूंढनी किसी और दुनिया में,

भाईचारा और सौहार्द की,

हम भारत कहें, और फिर बिहार कहें,

तुम छठ समझ लेना...❤️

This year, very first time, out of my village on Chhath. This feeling is saddening by the way, but teaches a lesson that life is not about every expectation comes true and it doesn't runs as planned. It's not always in your hands. Sometimes you have responsibilities, sometimes you have no option.

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देख लेना...

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खुद को देखना हो फुरसत से, मुस्कुराहट ओढ़े,

मैं तो कहता हूँ जलते हुए, फुलझडियां देख लेना,

आईने में कभी भी मत देखना खुद को गौर से,

खुद की नजर ना लगे, ऐसा करना, परियां देख लेना,

मेरी नजर से तो सोचना भी मत खुद को देखने की,

फिर आईने में ही खुद को इससे बढ़िया देख लेना,

कहीं हो गई खुद से मोहब्बत तो इतराते फिरोगे,

मोहब्बत, नजर से भी बुरी है, नजरिया देख लेना,

और सादगी जँचती है तुम पर, अगर सच पूछो तो,

यकीन न हो तो खुद को, एक दो घड़ियां देख लेना,

झील नहीं देखी है मैंने, बस तुम्हारी आँखें देखी है,

तुम मेरी आँखें मत देखना, कोई दरिया देख लेना,

मुझे देखना हो तो रात देखना, सर्द अमावस की,

खुद को देखना हो तो सर्द में, दुपहरिया देख लेना,

A sole composition to dedicate on Birthday, which won't even come before the person in centre, due to some fortunate reasons (the firm decision about not trying to make any kind of approach, whatever the result is expected).

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the Train or ..........

There passes a train route by our nearest market, connecting two districts' headquarters. We are in the other side. So, we have to cross it whenever going to market or elsewhere, like Arrah or Patna. Since last 4 years, an Underpass is used to cross it. Now, we don't have to wait for the train to pass, if there is any nearby, before crossing.

View from village side

There is a weekly train on this route. It's an express train. Sometimes when I come across that Express Train, it is beautiful to see it passing. Just because it is not a regular train, I take it as symbol of good luck when I catch a glimpse of her. Would it be a regular train, it would not have been so exciting for me to see it passing.

Despite having so much interest in this, I'm not totally invested into it. I don't wait for the train to pass and have a complete view from engine to last coach. Also if engine is already un-spottable, I don't wait to see the rest of the train to pass completely. I just look up for a second and then towards to road and keep going. Only a glance of the train is enough to make my day.

The train is weekly. So there are very less possibility to come across the train on every running day. Because it could be late when I'm on time, or on time, when I'm late. But, I don't track the train on its running day. I don't check whether the train is running or not, late or not. I don't set my schedule and don't make my visits accordingly. Even I neither remember its running day nor time. I don't even try to or want to know its schedule.

Since the train is weekly, and I don't remember its running days, sometimes when I come across other trains, I look up for a second to recognise the train and then continue to my path. I don't brake my bike and stop to see the train passing, be it the same Express Train or other local trains. So, when you notice me and try to compare how I react when coming across trains on this route, you would hardly find a difference. Because it's inside, not outside.

Now I don't have to say that there is not regret in me to miss the view. I don't mind if I missed it, even for seconds. If I hear its honking, I don't speed up my bike. It is always as it is. This is the rarest type of excitement you would see.

Sometimes, the gap between the two meet ups is months long. Yet, it doesn't come into my mind, when crossing through the underpass, why the train is not running. I know the train and I can recognise it very often. But the train doesn't know me and can't recognise me.

One thing that differs the train from my crush is- it's not changing day by day. I can still recognise the train when I see it after 10-15 years. But I'm not sure about crush. She may acquire more glorious look or a healthy face, or maybe wrinkles, or thin, pimples or make-up side effects or anything else that makes it challenging to recognise a person you have seen 10-15 years ago.

If anyone talks about passenger count, there's a rugged slipper on my shoe rack.

The above note is just a comparison between a train and crush of the orator, and translated exactly as orated to the admin of this blog.

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मजबुरी और मोहब्बत

 

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This is just a few words, as mentioned in cover, to whoever concerned, keeping in view of todays scenarios where the most sacred relation, the relation of tying knot and accepting someone life-partner, is getting scary day by day. So, this can be a request note, an advice note, and a questionnaire, depending how you take it.

Here it goes :

लोग क्यों नहीं सुनते तुजुर्बेदारों की?

लोग क्यों वही गलतियां दुहराते हैं?

मजबूरियां होती हैं मोहब्बत से बड़ी,

ये अपने उपर ही क्यों आजमाते हैं?

क्यों ही साथी चुनना है किसी को,

जब आखिर में चुनाव बदल जाते हैं?

जानना काफी क्यों नहीं हो सकता?

क्यों इसके आगे निकल जाते हैं?

पहल होती है जब किसी एक की,

दूसरे क्यों नहीं उसे समझाते हैं?

तकलीफ होती वैसे किसी एक को,

समझदारी क्यों नहीं दिखाते हैं?

मुझे पूछना है मेरे पहचान वालों से,

वो आजकल कहाँ मन लगाये हैं?

जो जानते हैं उनकी प्रेमिकाओं ने,

किसी और के साथ घर बसाए हैं..

जानने खातिर थोड़े ही पूछना है,

उन्हें तो उनके वादे याद दिलाने है,

उन्हें याद दिलाना है उनका दावा,

उन्हें वो उनकी बाते याद दिलाने हैं,

वो जो नहीं देते थे तवज्जो मुझको,

ना मेरी सलाह, न मेरी जरूरत को,

कहते थे "तुम नहीं समझोगे भाई,

ये प्यार, इश्क और मोहब्बत को"

अबकी हारा है मेरे पहचान वालों ने,

अपने पसंदीदा शख़्स को किसी से,

जिसके साथ गुजारनी हो जिन्दगी,

मोहब्बत क्यों नहीं होती उसी से?

नए साथी को क्यों नहीं देते तवज्जो?

क्यों बोझ लगता है ये नया रिश्ता?

क्यों नाजायज रिश्ते सही लग रहे हैं?

छिपके जो हो, आखिर कैसा रिश्ता?

क्या है गलती आखिर नए शख़्स की?

क्यों नहीं मिलता इसे वो एक मौका?

जब तुम्हारा प्रेम इसको मिल सके,

जब कि तुमने पीछे मुड़ के न हो देखा,

उसके बाद भी हृदय में कोई और हो,

जिसके खातिर तुमने आंसु बहाए हो,

जिसके खोने की पीड़ा अभी ताज़ी हो,

जिसके पास तुमने संपर्क बनाए हो,

सोचो क्या बीती होगी इसके मन पे,

नाजायज रिश्ते के खातिर रोने पे,

क्यों फिर से प्रयास नहीं कर सकते?

एक मोहब्बत नाकामयाब होने पे?

वो शख़्स जिसने तुम्हें अपनाया है,

वो तुम्हारे घाव भी भर सकता है,

लेकिन अगर कुरेदते रहोगे हमेशा,

तो फिर वो क्या ही कर सकता है?

The moral is that falling for someone is not strange. The adolescence is the peak period of time where our hormonal sensations are super--active and it can really make anyone fall for someone. But calling it love is really as childish as falling for love. I mean, there is no maturity if you fall for someone, or you call it love. It's just an attraction where you get closer to someone for his/her appearance, behaviour, voice, style or maybe an action.

Maturity is that you are already aware of these attraction game and control yourself. If couldn't control to fall for someone, control not to make him/her know about it. Try your best to keep it to yourself and don't tell anyone about it. If you failed to do this too, try to maintain a friendly relation, and nothing more than this. Don't try to be around him/her all the time. If you can't do this, don't try to make any physical relation. Let it be just a friendly relation. Because the next step breaks the love into lust. If you make any physical relation, there is no love. It's lust. Maybe you don't accept it. But you are making your partner to fulfil his/her target.

Despite you someone can't control to make a physical relation with your partner, there is still a chance. Don't make it again and again. Maybe you once can't resist. But it should never come into your habits. You can't let your partner succeed in his target again and again. Try to maintain a distance from him/her. If not, it can be lethal to you. Because you know these practices are illicit and you are doing it behind the curtain. Just because you are enjoying being in his/her company, it doesn't mean it is right. It's still a crime.

Avoiding such things is maturity, not protecting it, claiming it, and trying to prove it right. Leaving your guardians with no choice is not maturity. Trying to convince your guardians at the cost of losing your life, and without thinking how will it effect the society and what will it cost to the members of your family, is not maturity. How will they feel walking across the crowd. They will blame the members of your family for not looking after you, and not providing enough love that made you wander outside.

It's easy to say "who 4 people?" But ask yourself, don't you know who 4 people? They are the same people who helped you in need. Everything is not your homemade. Count the hundreds and thousands of things which you needed, like cloths, slippers, food, vegetables, spices, groceries, books, pen, and everything. It's still your need. You can't run away from it. When they who provide such items, ask you sour questions, how will you face them?

Don't say stupid things in selfishness. Because such things should not be promoted, instead, it should be suppressed. You must develop such understanding in both of you, that the practices made due to immaturity should be left behind, and try not to repeat. And this will come with ethics. Learn some ethical values so that you can convey it to the future generation.

We are humans. We are not animals or birds. We are different because we have mind and we can distinguish things to be right or wrong. If we fail to decide, we can still take help and guidance from someone close to us. Human life is never about selfishness. It is about "Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam." It means, our happiness lies in the happiness of others. And the word "others" doesn't mean a single person who you love.

I'm not saying that you can't have a past. But I am expecting some maturity when you realise it was not the bright side of your past. And I expect that you forget it like a nightmare. Instead, you just confess your partner when you think it's the right time to confess. He/she may also have a past. But he/she is still ready to accept you leaving his/her past behind. Why are you being stubborn and not ready to leave the past behind? Why are you dragging it to the present and trying to ruin the future of three families. This will ruin the your current partner's family, your family and your past partner's family as well. Ask yourself why are you uncomfortable in confession your past to your partner. Do you really want to confess or let it go. Why are you still in contact with your past partner? Are you planning something worst? Why don't you try to avoid such brutal planning by just saying that you have had in practice with someone and you don't want to loose contact with him/her? Trust me, a confession is the best way to avoid future obstructions in togetherness.

Instead, why don't you try to convince your past partner to stop contacting you? Why can't you accept that was just a mistake? Why don't you leave him/her? Why is it so difficult for you to move on? He/she is there to stand beside you in your difficult time. He/she can support you.

Remember! "Those who look behind, can't walk ahead. Of try, they tend to fall on."

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चाँद और वो

 

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Tried to compare some features of the Moon to that of a person who has a special place in heart. The features include slight and continuous change along with the glorious and flawless beauty, where even the Moon is nothing before her. Check out more...

ना समय पता, ना दिन और न ही जगह,

बात छिपने की हो या कब कहीं से निकल आने की,

(There is no fixed time, date or place where she appears suddenly from or disappears.)

चाँद हमेशा से ही कुछ नहीं था उसके आगे,

बात खूबसूरती की हो या धीरे धीरे बदल जाने की,

(The moon was nothing before her ever, be it about beauty or slight and continuous change.)

उसके होने भर से वैसे तो मिलती है ठंडक,

बात सुकून की हो या उसे देखते ही पिघल जाने की,

(I feel some shiver when she's around. Be it about relief or melting after seeing her.)

उसको देख भी कहाँ पाते हैं हम नजर भर के,

आँखों को आदत है उसके चेहरे से फिसल जाने की,

(I can't even see her with my eyes full. They (eyes) fell off her face always.)

उसकी शिकायतें भी आखिर कैसे करें उससे,

बात गुस्से की हो या एक झलक से बहल जाने की,

(How do I complain her? Be it about the anger or propitiation with just a glance of her.)

फ़र्क़ पड़ता है उसके होने से बस यादों में भी,

बात रौशनी की हो या अंधेरों में भी सम्भल जाने की...

(Even her presence in my mind matters. Be it about light or being able to manage in the darkness.)

Initially this was a shayari (Second Line) about a girl who has dumped up a guy for someone else. Later it is converted into a poetry featuring someone's crush. Head to menu sections where categories of posts are provided with relevant posts.

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The Dream!!

                Last night, before getting sleep, I told one of my village mate friends, “I had made a mistake which I had not supposed to be a mistake, but now I know was a blunder.” This is about the same mistake; I would tell it later in this note.

                By the way dream has no beginning. I mean we can’t remember exactly where did the dream start. And if you are not waking up suddenly by someone or something, you don’t even remember where did it got end. You just remember a part of it. So, I try to remember and share it in a sequence as far as I remember.

Dream Begins...

                I really wanted to eat Kachari, (head part of a gram plant). Because last evening, I told the same friend mentioned above to make a plan for Kachari. Even in my dream, I asked my friend to come with me for Kachari. But he rejected the proposal. I did not ask someone else for it, thinking that they might also reject it. So I went alone.

                If I really wanted to have that Kachari, I could have that. But I did not pluck a single piece and by walking fast, I went straight near our neighbouring village. Remember that I was on foot. Reaching near the village, I thought someone might ask me what I was doing there. So I plucked some pease. Despite there were people around me in the fields, I plucked some. And nobody told me anything.

                Walking ahead, I reached into a pass. I don’t know how I got bike there. My own bike. Further that I got it fuelled from a man of the village. He returned me 370 rupees out of 500 rupees for 1 litre. While petrol price at fuel stations is around 106.96 rupees per litre. Well, after that, the man asked where I was from and what my father name was. And when I answered him, he asked if Falana is my brother. I told yes. That means he knew my father and my brother.

                When I went ahead, I had no bike. The bike was lost. Then I had a cycle. And then I had reached near her house as well. But that was completely a different house. Earlier when I was taking fuels, the place exists in real. When I was in the fields, I can still recognise that place in real. But her house in the dream was completely different from the real once. The house is near a turn. There was one in the dream. But there is no slope as I saw in my dream. Riding a cycle on a curvy slope from downside up is really a tough job specially in the dreams. I could not do that. So I get off the cycle and tried to push it and climb.

                There was her house at the turn. By the way her house is near the curve in reality also. But there is no slope there. When I was climbing it, and I had completed only a half of it, I saw her at the other side of a door.

                She had worn a pencil grey t-shirt, and she was in a brown blanket. Her hairs were open. She was looking slimmer and thin than ever before. But she was still pretty as always. When my eyes fell over her, and she looked at me, I deliberately tried to ignore her.

                Yes, she was the same to whom I wanted to see daily, wanted to see every moment, and whenever wanted to see something, it was her. It had been my desire always to see her smiling face. But this could not be possible. There has passed more than 11 years and 4 months since the day, I had saw her first time. By the way, there are calculations done somewhere else. I would share it later.

                Even I don’t know the exact reason behind ignoring her. Maybe it was a side effect on her for my little disappointment with someone else few days ago. Or maybe I wanted just a glance of her, and I had got that glace. Anything the reason maybe, but I tried to ignore her.

                But this is not that easy to walk ahead after ignoring the person whom you always wanted to see and did not desire anything else after that person. There was the same situation for me. So, to get one more glance of her, I turned towards her. But till then, I had walked ahead some steps. And then, I could not see her by the door, but by the window that was there by side of the door.

                But strange! She was also looking at me. When she caught me looking at her, she asked, “I was looked at, aren’t I?” I could not trust my ears. I walked a little bit back to hide from her by the wall that lied between the door and window. I walked a bit back again and saw her by the door. She was still looking at me. She repeated the question, “I was looked at, aren’t I?” I was shocked. I walked ahead again and saw her by the window, she again asked the same question, “I was looked at, aren’t I?” And this was repeated by both of us, nearly 5 to 6 times. Every time, same thing.

                Finally, I stopped in front of her door. I wanted to know why she was asking it. When she saw me standing, she gestured to come near her. I went near the door. Then she asked, “You wanted to see me no, then look at me in details. I know you like me and you always want to see me. Then go ahead, I don’t mind.”

                Then I ran after it. Then I had no bicycle. It was lost. I returned onto the same path, which I had taken to reach her by cycle. I saw some people there. It looked like a worship was ongoing there. I had seen them people somewhere in real. But I can’t remember any of them now. I reached them and said, “She got to know it.” Someone asked me, “Who got to know what?” I said, “That I like looking at her.” Someone said, “This is what you wanted no, that she somehow gets to know it?” I told myself, “Yes, this is what I wanted, that she somehow gets to know that I like it when I look at her.”

                And then I thought, was it really a mistake that I told to my friend about, saying, “I had made a mistake.”

                In a month in 2021, I had shared to the elder sister-in-law about my crush and the brief history of how I met and how it was going till then. It was also about which village she belonged to, whose daughter was she. I said I like her. But the like was not in that way others do. I like looking at her face. I forget everything after just a glance of her, everything like the problems, complications and all, and only her smiling face is there in my mind for a long. But I don’t know whether she knows it or not. Don’t know if she had noticed it and had misunderstood me that I follow her, like her, love her or something like that. So, I want to get her know, if she doesn’t know, and clear her misunderstanding if she knows. I want to get her know that I am not a bad guy, and I don’t want anything from her except she comes across me frequently. So that I can get a glance of her. I want to tell her if she had no faith in boys in the world, if she was cheated or had met a wrong guy ever in life who had hurt her, if she had to take any judgement about boys, she must know I am there in this world who had never wished anything else but only to see her smiling face. And even today, while there is a negative chance to have a glance of her. I get a glance sometimes after more than a year, and till that I can recognise her, she gets passed on bike with her father or brother. So I want to tell her that there are boys like that in this world. At least there is one in her life, or there is a boy for her who doesn’t care about her past, present, future, character or literacy, mistakes, misdeeds, fortunes or anything. This is enough for me to get a chance to see her, even for some seconds.

Dream Over

 

                Now when I realised it was just a dream, now I telling about my crush to sister-in-law was certainly my mistake. Because she (sister-in-law) has promised to keep it a secret and won’t tell anyone. But she broke her promise the 4^th of 5^th day of getting to know, and elder sister got to know about it from her. Elder sister had gone to attend a marriage function at her home. When I came to know it, I requested sister-in-law to ask elder sister at least a photo of her (crush). But instead of asking for it indirectly, sister-in-law told elder sister directly that I had asked for a photo of her, because I like her. And elder sister, instead of sending photo in chat, put it into her WhatsApp status. I have a screenshot of that.

                Recently, on April 2, 2025, when I visited one of my friends’ village and then to another one’s, and then retuned to the first one again, with third friend. The first left for market with elder sister after a very short conversation in which elder sister had participated, and the topic was the third friend’s marriage. The first friend told us to take some time, have tea and then leave for our respective homes.

                The topic was still the third friend’s marriage, until we started taking tea. They both sisters-in-law were complaining about the invitation in his marriage. But when we headed to tea, the topic changed and I got in centre of the talk.

                I was waiting for the tea to get normal for taking, near north-west pillar. The friend was there, sitting on a sofa like chair near south-west pillar. We were in the west veranda. Both sisters-in-law were there in south veranda near the south-west pillar. One of them, the elder one was stitching something. Elder sister and the first friend had already left for market.

                The elder one of the two complaint me that I am angry at her perhaps because she had not done a work given by me. I retaliated it saying that she was being inattentive and ignoring me for last two times. The first time when I had visited there a week ago, and today, when I had visited there before then, the same day. Might be she was talking to me because of the third friend whom I had taken from the second friend’s village. Otherwise you would not have talked to me, and I had to leave with the first friend and elder sister. On my complaint, the younger sister-in-law supported me.

                And then, the elder sister-in-law told, “No I think it will be done. Because the relations between we and them are getting better.” The younger sister-in-law interrupted, “Don’t worry. I know everything.” Elder said, “Yes, I had told her everything about both of you. But now your work will be done.”

                I said, “I don’t need the work done anymore. If you had gone a far and about to complete it, don’t. Stop there. I don’t want to do that. Because now I think that things will not be same after it, like it is today.”

                I was to complete it when aunty came into the house. She was already there when we were talking about friend’s marriage. But when elder sister left, she also went outside. But she came again and I stopped there. But none of the two sisters-in-law were affected from it. Elder one said, “There is a Shiv-Charcha today there. It’s an opportunity for you. She maybe found there and you could meet her.” I gestured her with my angry face and eyes to stop. She stopped there. But the younger one started, “Yes. Elder sister was telling once that sometimes she takes part in Shiv-Charcha. She maybe found if you go.”

                She had not completed it when aunty interrupted, “So, there’s no conversation there?” I thought don’t know where she had come from and what she was asking about, so she might be asking it to sisters-in-law. Or might be she had left the conversation earlier so she was still talking about that. Because when we were talking about friend’s marriage, she was there.

But when no one answered her, she came near me, leant on the chair’s arm which I was sitting in, bowed a bit on me and asked, “You don’t have a contact number of her from that (the name of the village) village?” My friend along with sisters-in-law began to laugh, but they only showed their smiles. She further said, “Yes, if you don’t have that, you can tell us. We can provide you.”

                If this is said to be open-minded, I am not open-minded. And I don’t have to be that. I was made to cry inside on aunt’s question about the contact number. Because why did I tell the elder sister-in-law about my crush? Because why did she told everyone in the family about it? And even if she knew it, what is her right on me to ask that? Or which relation allows her to ask it to me? Had moms and aunts started supporting such things? Did she support their own son(s) and daughter(s) in their affairs? Had she helped and accepted the affairs of her own son(s) and daughter(s)? Had I ever asked them to talk to manage my talk to her? Had I ever asked them that I want to love her or get physical? Had I ever asked anything except just a chance to get a glance of her? Had not I told them, “You had to tell her only that I like only to look at her smiling face, and nothing else?”

                Then why did aunty say that? Why did the fact that only a few of my friends and a blog which is read by none, reached to aunty? And if it is reached, they should let it be a topic for their part time conversation in themselves. I couldn't mind it. But what was a need to ask me that? This is exposing my thoughts or hers? Getting attracted to things is normal for me. Because I am in that phase of life. Yet, I had maintained the dignity. I had never crossed the limit. I had never crossed the line. I had maintained the dignity and respect. But is this normal for her also? Shouldn’t she care about her dignity? Was it not her right the stop me instead of supporting? She could tell me to leave that all and focus on studies and career.

                I literally wept inside. If there was a chance I had shed my tears except the once when I was beaten by my mother, I would have shed my tears there that day also. If there was not the friend, taking tea, I would leave the house soon after that question about contact number. But he was taking tea, and I too. After finishing it, I could only ask a few words, “Would you come with me? Or I should take a leave?” That is because he was still sitting in chair while I was standing and ready to leave. Despite we were with our separate bikes, I wanted to leave with him. I took my helmet and touched everyone’s feet and left.

                It has been just three days since this incident. But I still can’t kick it out of my mind. I might forget about this dream. Because dreams are not in memories forever in its real form. So I noted it down here in the morning, just after waking up. But aunt's question is still moving around in my mind, and it will keep rounding. And going there and talking to them is almost over. When my friend will ask me for it, and I find my visiting there is a must, I would have to go. But I would not be the former one, like I was before this incident. There will be nothing like before. I can’t rise my eyes up. Things will not be changed.

                And if it is about seeing her (crush), she is rarely seen. Getting chances to see her has been almost over. So, seeing her or not seeing her is both the same. Because I can’t remember her last face for a very long. As long as more than a year. It gets faded. Yet, I did not make any effort to get the chance to see her, and I won’t do that in due course. Even after getting a glance, I had left to try to get a complete and detailed look of her very earlier. Now that I can’t walk with my eyes closed. And it is not in my hand for a face to come out to be of her in thousands of faces that come across me. But I won’t make any effort and there will be no excitement. And now I don’t want to convey my message and clear her misunderstanding, if there is a.

                If she wants to know, this blog is dedicated with content that is really wished her to get to know. She can check it here, get it, and understand it. The efforts from my side is no more. I can’t do it anymore.

The above note is based on true event, and orated exactly as told to the admin of this blog.

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