Fibnocci poem!

पल 

पल 

हर पल 

तेरी यादों के 

बिखरे मोती समेटता रहता हूँ 

खुद को धागा बनाकर उसमें पिरोता रहता हूँ  

~ अभिषेक  

Naya saal

Puchh rahe hai log… 

Kya chhodoge naye saal me… 

Beete saal ka… 

 

Soch raha hu… Ekk tum.. Aur… 

Tumhari yaade hi toh bachi hai… 

Mujhme ab… 

Inhe bhi chhod du… 

Toh kya bachega mujhme….

Broken wing - story

" Postman!! " 

Abhi rushed towards the gate. He knew it was Maaya's letter. It's been 6 years of friendship between them. Inspite of her father switching between different cities.. Two things were impeccable.. Their friendship & exchange of letters. He used to call her butterfly.. And he loved the butterfly…the beautiful small creature… 

It was through letters he knew of Maaya's first crush, her breakup and her marriage too. She was very happy with her marriage as she got to choose life partner of her choice. 

But frequency of letters after marriage was getting increasing. Now he got her letter on the special occasions only. Slowly letters were so rare that he almost forgot about them. 

Then one day came postman… Similar name… similar handwriting… He went to his room and opened the envelope.. 

 

This time, There was no letter inside… Only a broken wing Of butterfly!!!!!

Mod par kavita

Soch raha hu… 

Pichle saal me kya khoya.. 

Kya paaya… 

 

Kho diya tumhe… 

Aur paaya yaadon ko tumhari.. 

 

Is saal jo agar tum… 

Aana chaho.. Mere paas… 

Maine har mod par… 

Apni kavita saja raka hai.. 

 

Jab bhi mann kare… 

Kisi bhi kavita me… 

Lipat kar aa jaana….

Tumhara khat

Tumhara khat mila… 

Jisme tumne pucha hai… 

Tum kaise ho… 

Sab kaisa hai… 

 

Jawab me soch raha hu… 

Likhu… ki… sab kuch… 

Vaisa toh nahi hai… 

Par hai vahi… usi jagah… 

Jaha chhod gayi thi tum… 

Pichle saal… 

 

तुम्हारा खत मिला, 

जिसमें तुमने पूछा है… 

तुम कैसे हो ? 

सब कैसा है ? 

 

जवाब में सोच रहा हूँ, 

लिखूँ कि.. सब कुछ.. 

वैसा.. तो नहीं है, 

पर है वहीं.. उसी जगह, 

पिछले साल जहाँ .. 

छोड़ गई थी तुम ..!! 

 

~ अभिषेक  

Tum Milo

Soch raha hu kaash kabhi aisa ho, 

Ki tum milo… 

Jab waqt ki kami na ho, 

Dhadkane thami na ho, 

Aankhon me nami na ho… 

 

Chandni si raat ho.. 

Lambi si ekk baat ho.. 

Haatho me haath ho… 

 

Halki si takrar ho.. 

Khwahishe hazaar ho.. 

Tumko mujhse pyaar ho.. 

Mujhko tumse pyaar ho..

Mann

Ashru bahe din rain inse.. 

Nit nit nain nihaaru main kaise.. 

 

Man ban baitha chatak panchi.. 

Barsa ritu bulaau main kaise…

लप्रेक- लघु प्रेम कथा Sacrifice

It was a big day for him. He bought all the newspapers of the city. Took a day off in office to enjoy the success of someone. 

" Shivani became the youngest deputy collector of Ujjain " All the headlines were covered by Shivani Jain. Name he recognized, surname he didn't. 

 

Familiar name took him five years down the memory lane. After college Shivani was preparing for the MPPSC, her dream career. To help her wake up early, he used to arise first in morning and until she receives the call and made him sure she woke up, He never slept. He was happy that he was there when she needed him the most. Slowly she was the girl's topper of the batch only behind a boy she hated most, Ravi. 

 

" Credit to my success goes to my husband Ravi, who is also Deputy collector in Indore. He was always there to motivate me." Paper read. 

 

Abhi put the paper aside. He was still happy for her.

Vajah

Yaad hai us din, 

Narangi salwar suit me… 

Jab pucha tha tumne… 

" tum college kyu nahi aate.. " 

Us din se.. 

College aane ki… 

Vajah mil gayi thi…. 

 

याद है उस दिन, 

नारंगी सलवार सूट में , 

जब पूछा था तुमने, 

" तुम कालेज क्यूँ नहीं आते ? " 

 

उस दिन से, 

कालेज आने की, 

वजह मिल गई थी।