Whispers of Heart

Beauty, is there another word bringing such chaos and comfort? Kingdoms have collapsed, Wonders were built, for just one glimpse of beauty— yet what beauty is, remains undefined. For some, it is white skin with cars, For some, it’s kindness, even with scars. Green, blue, brown eyes, stars, moon, and the skies, smiles, laughs, and everything fine— but everything turns beautiful when the heart whispers, “it’s mine.” For when it is ours, and the strings are tied heart to heart, ehh, nothing matters if it’s white, brown, or black, if it’s scars, smiles, or cries. For who we love seems beautiful in every way, every hour— they look pretty beautiful even when they’re sour. The weights and measures lose all weight, they appear divine even when they’re not that great. Beauty counts, but beauty refuses to be defined. For what is copper for you feels like gold to some. You may cry, imposing your beauty standards, but truth will someday come— it will hug you and bless you with its magic. For conne...

  एक सपना है , एक आस है , हर रोज़ जीवित रह पाने का ये राज़ है। क्योंकि रूह तो उस रात ही सहम गई थी , उनकी आँखों में थोड़ी भी रहम नहीं थी। वो रोई , भारत भी रोया था , उसकी साँसें थम जाने पर सारा ब्रह्मांड शोकाकुल हो गया था। निर्भया की चीख और आँसू आज भी हर माँ का बुरा सपना है , पर सच्चाई तो ये है निर्भया एक नहीं , अनेक है , डर लगता है , समझ नहीं कौन बस एक मुखौटा और कौन सच में अपना है ? भारत की जान है दिल्ली , भारत की पहचान है दिल्ली , पर क्या दिल्ली का सर्वोच्च न्यायालय एक मौन श्मशान है ? जहाँ मासूमों की चीखें , उनकी पुकार बस दफ़्न हो जाती हैं , उनको सुनता कोई नहीं , वो माँ का हाल पूछता है कौन , जो न जाने कितने सालों से सोई नहीं। क्या समझते है वो अपनों को खोने का दुख ? वो हर एक माँ का दुख , जो न्याय के लिए तरसती है , और उस हर एक माँ का जिनकी जान अब भी उनकी बेटी में बसती है। और हम बेटियों की क्या बात करें , हम बेटि...

  No nation can become great with narrow thinking patterns that marginalize a particular section of society on the basis of religion or caste. Enough examples, including that of our neighboring country, stand as proof of what happens when people blindly make religion their whole and soul and begin to differentiate among their own countrymen. Unity — not just within one religion, but among all citizens — is essential for our country to grow. Developed nations, if not for their secularism, would have remained entangled within the narrow walls of caste and religion. Our country must use its energy productively — something politicians often do not want — because when Indians start voting on the basis of real issues, many leaders will have no decent record to show. Thus, asking for votes in the name of Mandir, Masjid, and Reservation becomes an easy win. Only fact-based awareness can demolish such filthy politics and bring true development. Half-read articles, propagandist news chann...