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...

To love is to respect Differences, distances, decisions.  To love is to cherish the happiness Even when it's not shared with you.  Love is in the shared presence, As well, when it becomes memories.  Love is in choosing to stay or stay apart, It is there when you give them a fresh start.  To wish for their growth, and happiness. Love is in letting go.  To pass a smile amidst the war inside, Love is never about who was wrong or who was right. 

  Anything missed is a doorway to something else — truly fascinating, truly novel. Can’t see your usual friends in the room? That’s a chance to meet new people. New people bring new ideas, a whole new world! Can’t find your favourite food item on the menu? That’s a chance to discover a different taste. Didn’t get the person you loved? That’s a chance to welcome someone even better. The world is full of possibilities. Varieties of people, varieties of paths. Explore, explore, explore. Don’t settle. Stagnant water stinks!

  Let your first poem be full of mistakes, your first video feel cringe, your first painting be imperfect, and your first conversation with a stranger feel awkward or silly. That’s okay. Let the world criticize you, ridicule you, even discourage you — let them. But don’t stop. Keep going. Because perfection doesn’t come at the beginning; it comes with time and practice, and it always follows consistency. Quitting your passion or hobby because of people — no matter how close they are — is like sabotaging yourself. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes or appear imperfect, because perfection comes only after travelling miles of imperfection. Remember every Master was once a Beginner. 

The bossy, the cruel, the so called Alpha, Giving permissions to 'their' lady, and owning them as their property, How would you justify the injustices and shame done to  Droupadi?  Yes, the biceps and triceps are all good,  But having no 'body builder' body is also just fine na, Not just the strong vocals, and well shaped beards, The clean shaved ones are as great as the other, They too can be valentine na.  Men, are pretty, and pretty good too.  The most masculine men to find are not the ones with biceps, beards, and patriarchal mindset, They are genuine, respectful, soft and never a threat.  Not that masculine who never shows emotions and care, But respects, laughs, doesn't insult, and doesn't stare.  The idea of a perfect man can never be someone who controls or dominates, Who shouts and eliminates.  The kind of men that are hard to find, That may exist in stories and poetries like in mine. As if the feather touches your skin, the softness be ...

  "Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree." — Martin Luther Life — the greatest teacher, the strictest Nazi, and the most generous Lord. At one point, it takes us to great heights; at another, it slips right out of our grasp. Death, often seen as the antonym of life, sometimes surpasses life itself in teaching. Moreover, there are times when life hugs us, only to become a betraying friend—throwing us off the edge of a cliff without warning. They say, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” But they completely ignore the fact that sometimes, life takes away the strength even to get out of bed, to switch on the lights, to reach the kitchen, to wash the dishes, and then finally to make that lemonade. When you’re overly stressed and slowly slipping into depression, this is what life does to you—it drains you so much that even the most basic activities feel like climbing mountains. Your bed pretends to be your grea...