What's truly magical?!

It's beautiful to give wings to your imagination,
But u know, what grabs u more towards fascination.

To let your wings born again,
Even after being burnt into ashes.

The ashes no other could heal,
The pain of scars only you could feel.

In point of fact, process takes time,
The rebirth takes more than chowtime.

Slowly you craft a masterpiece from broken shed,
Let your hands get bruised,
Another times, darkness gets dread.

Nevertheless, let your heartbeat chase the unknown light,
Something imaginary crumbled in your sight.

Perhaps your vision
Or your own self!!!!


~kavya


@warriorarora❤️

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*एक कहानी*

लिख रही
एक कहानी
बहुत सोच चुने
किरदार कई वीरानी
स्नेह ,प्रेम, दिल
रोष ,दर्द , मन
गुस्सा, आंसू, इंसान
सब कुछ था
सब कुछ
बस एक किरदार
हट गया था दूर
कहानी में रहना नहीं था
बोला मुझे कोई और बुला रहा है
उसकी कहानी में
कुछ समझ नहीं आया
क्या समझाऊं
क्या बताऊं
की वो बस रुक जाय
फिर बैठी उदास
समझ ने आ कर समझाया
किरदार अपनी भूमिका निभा कर रुकते नहीं
उसका किरदार मुझे आगे बढ़ने का था
कहानी लिखने पर मजबुर करना था
और जब शुरु लिखना किया
तभी वो चल दिया बस यूं ही चल दिया
अब है इंतज़ार उसकी जगह कोई और फूल सजाने को
ढूंढ रही किरदार नए पुराने को
मिलते ही करूंगी पूरी कहानी को
इंतज़ार है
बस इंतज़ार

--काव्या

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Lotus leaf

Magical mantra for leading a balanced life,
Life attached with equal importance to the spiritual survive...

It urges repeatedly, purge yourself
Don't get influenced by vivid mindset.

It reflects repeatedly, remain pure
Don't get tornamented by bloodshed that cause untold agony .

It spreads repeatedly, +ve charisma
Don't get influenced by plausible liar.

It pushes repeatedly, towards plinth of goal,
Don't get PLIAME and molded by others.

It elaborates repeatedly, reunion of action
Don't get influenced by discourse.

It asserts repeatedly, run from -ve Chaos,
Don't live inner life anchored in eternal spirit .

It opined repeatedly, selfish desire
Don't get vitiated, if Desire fruits.

-kavya

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'karma neutral' "baby"

How long will you soar in the realms of desire?
Wings you got mayest fly;not for scrolling 'admire'.

Thou were disrespected ,treated no more than a commodity.
No inheritance of marriage rights.

Thou were covered with garments of deceased man,
No inclusion of remarriage rights.

Thou were forced to ransom yourself,
No voice 'shhh' of speech rights.

Thou were seized from code of life,
No mercy death or life rights.



Your choice to act kind and co-operate,
As real education doesn't deceit.
Your choice to marry, re-marry or bloody merry,
As' earn enough to go out and enjoy.
Your choice to punish helly villian,
As you can stand and be a savage.
Your choice to be loving or blissful,
As you can be happier by being 'u' first.


A decade "ugh! Girl! " U've to bear with it's natural,
Your century babygirl! Lift your sword n make Karma neutral.!!
-kvya

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Soggy eyes

As the nose gasps for break,
the eyes've been sinking in it's own fault.

As the cheeks are drowning waist-deep,
The lips are bobbing with a polite "aiyo"

As the neck is waterlogged,
The chest is floating' being plucked by bliss.

As the palm is crawling on cheeks,
The elbow is bundled up with damn load.

As the head is being soaked as lentils,
The toe is shriveled even in seepage.

As the patches are marked on back,
The brain jammed fully in rusted door.

As the tiny slip of tears submerged,
The headache came out quickly shift into pathole.

As all set grow oars for arms,
You paddle out of paddles, poem'gurgles.

As the tear level continued to rise,
The life may not costume to swimming trunks.

As the hunger of being alive ending,
Make a clean bre*st of your bre*ststroke.

- Kavya Arora

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ढल तो गया दिन जब देखा था तुझे
शमां का क्या? जब देखा था तुझे|

बाढ़ बेचैनी की है सुनामी सूकून की
भीगे एहसास का क्या? जब देखा था तुझे|

न चाह कर गुम सी हो गई थी तुझमें
शालीके से पेश आती क्या? जब देखा था तुझे|

नाराज़गी सारी दस्तक देते छू हो जाती
बेबात मुस्कुराती क्या? जब देखा था तुझे|

झूमी बहुत देर तक तेरे आने के बाद
गजब मौसम था क्या? जब देखा था तुझे|

बातों में क्या रखा तेरा होना ही काफ़ी था
कुछ कहती क्या? जब देखा था तुझे|

उम्मीद बची काफी अब भी है दिल में
भूल जाऊं क्या? जब देखा था तुझे|

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"Cotton nd wound"
An open wound & a piece of cotton
Deep in love, deeper than world

The cotton's love unlike poets
Wet till deepest but never romanticised

Cotton covers wound, wound requires cotton
Cotton provides rest, wound makes restless

Cotton in water loses identity, wound in water at its adversity
Cotton deep in love, wound deeper than world

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The finest way to appreciate your life is:-
Feel it and convey what you feel

Try to read yourself and write you
in the way you like;
and also live it as it is....!

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वो हर हाल में मुस्कुराती रहेगी
तुम्हारी मुहब्बत अगर उसके साथ होगी।

वहां आंसुओं के सौगात नहीं होंगे
नई बातें नए लोग नहीं होंगे।

चरागें भी आंखो में महफूज़ होंगी
बड़ी लंबी राते ही राते होंगी

वादियों में नए फूल होंगे
कितने नए नए मुलाकातें होंगे।

फिर जूदा होने की बातें होगी
न बादल घिरेंगे न बरसात होगी।

सदाओं को अल्फाज मिल जाएंगे
तन्हाईयों को आवाज़ मिल जाएंगे।

कई मुशाफिर से फिर वो मिलेंगे
किसी मोड़ पर वो भी फिर मिल जाएंगे।

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Poets are weird

They take you to the edge of love tour
They lie that love is something they crave for
While heartbreak is their muse
While deceit is their amuse
They let your heart hurt like torture
They teach you to love and don't tell how to
They let you experience same what they'r used to

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